Fu Jingsheng's hand swam down from top to bottom and stopped on Rong Yan's lower abdomen. When the woman noticed that the man's hand was no longer moving down, she tugged at it slightly.
"Wife, wait a minute." Fu Jingsheng didn't know that his wife wanted him to check the results of her afternoon skincare routine.
He wanted to gradually get to the point.
Rong Yan leaned her head back against Fu Jingsheng's shoulder.
He gently massaged her lower abdomen with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, buried his head in the woman's neck, and touched her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
Um……
husband……
Rong Yan murmured softly.
Fu Jingsheng kissed her for a while, then lifted the woman out of the water, wrapped her in a towel and dried her off: "Go to bed, the bathtub is too cramped."
The man turned the bedroom lights up to their brightest setting.
Rong Yan looks very different today; she's radiant.
Rong Yan sat up and hugged Fu Jingsheng: "Don't look anymore, I'm sorry."
She remembered that the skin repair teacher had said that afternoon that her skin wasn't in very good condition, and that Fu Jingsheng would probably find it disgusting to stare at it.
The man touched her lips with his finger: "We've eaten together so many times, can't you even look?"
"Honey, close your eyes and feel it. Is anything different today?" Rong Yan asked, eagerly awaiting Fu Jingsheng's answer.
The person in the afternoon also said that the effect would be very obvious after just one treatment, and that her husband would definitely have a different experience if he were with her.
The woman's question left Fu Jingsheng speechless. What was different?
He carefully recalled that from the moment he saw Rong Yan, apart from noticing that his wife was in a good mood, nothing seemed different. Could it be that Rong Yan had bought new clothes and was testing him to see if he paid attention to details?
But from the moment he entered the room, Fu Jingsheng was so busy taking off his clothes that he didn't notice what his wife was wearing.
If he said there was no difference, Rong Yan would be angry, right? Then he had a sudden inspiration and replied, "It is indeed very different. You look even more beautiful today, and the clothes suit you especially well."
Fu Jingsheng felt a little guilty after speaking. If Rong Yan asked him what clothes he was wearing, he wouldn't be able to answer at all.
"Anything else?" Rong Yan asked again.
Beautiful, charming, captivating... Fu Jingsheng described everything, but didn't mention anything about how things had improved.
Rong Yan then took the man's other hand and placed it on the treated area, asking, "What about here?"
"Here?" Fu Jingsheng was even more confused. It hadn't even started yet, so he didn't know what was different.
He glanced down and guessed a few more points, but none of them were correct.
Rong Yan's face flushed red and then turned pale. That wasn't what she was asking at all!
"Was it because you didn't have enough fun yesterday?" Fu Jingsheng had been drinking last night and probably didn't perform very well, no wonder Rong Yan was thinking about it today.
Before Rong Yan could react, she was carried to the study.
The man placed his wife on a leather chair, unplugged the computer, and tied her to the power cord.
"Fu Jingsheng, are you going to do S&M?" Rong Yan asked, noticing the man's demeanor, as if he didn't want to do the usual stuff.
Fu Jingsheng turned to look at his wife, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Be a little gentler than that. Didn't you want me to do it with you while I'm working? Let's do it now."
He opened his laptop, randomly clicked on a document, and found it filled with densely packed numbers.
"This is it. Here's the price quote for the new product. Just copy it and enter it in. Here you go." The man pulled out a chair, and Rong Yan was moved to the computer.
How can you do this with your hands tied?
Just as Rong Yan was about to ask a question, Fu Jingsheng loosened the power cord, took one of the woman's hands out, and then tightened it again.
He went around to the back of the chair, leaned against the backrest, and said in a seductive voice, "Begin."
The computer screen showed two naked people, and Rong Yan blushed and her heart pounded. She swallowed hard. Let alone typing, she probably couldn't even utter a coherent sentence right now.
Fu Jingsheng stroked down the woman's arm, finally grasping her wrist and placing it on the mouse: "Can't you type anymore? If you can't, I'll teach you."
The man placed his palm on the back of the woman's hand, his fingers tightening, and guided her hand back and forth, clicking the mouse repeatedly.
He could feel his surging desire, rubbing against the cool, icy back of the chair.
Fu Jingsheng suppressed his impulse and slowly typed numbers on the keyboard.
Rong Yan felt like she was on fire. She wanted to hug Fu Jingsheng, but her upper body was bound except for her arm that was outside.
"Rong Yan, don't move, let me kiss you." Seeing the woman's head turning back and forth, Fu Jingsheng pinched her chin.
Rong Yan sat obediently as his kisses fell softly and gently, creating a storm of sensations on her back.
"Don't just stand there, fill in those blanks, move around, my hands are going to caress you." Fu Jingsheng looked up slightly and saw that Rong Yan was not moving.
How am I supposed to fill out this form? Rong Yan's shoulders trembled: "Fu Jingsheng, let go of me."
The man unplugged the power cord and handed it to Rong Yan: "Then tie it on for me."
"Huh?" The woman was stunned.
"Come here." He gestured for Rong Yan to stand up, then sat down in a chair himself.
Rong Yan did as she was told, and Fu Jingsheng, who was tied up, felt a sense of devastation.
Fu Jingsheng had his arms outside his body, his arms around his wife's waist, and Rong Yan sat on his lap.
The two people are facing each other.
Fu Jingsheng cupped the woman's face in his hands, pried open her teeth with his tongue, and sucked the saliva from her mouth.
Rong Yan's tongue was numb from the kiss. She leaned back, took a few breaths of fresh air, and said, "Fu Jingsheng, let's begin."
"Yeah, I'm tied up, you come here." Even though the power cord was loose, the man pretended he couldn't move.
Rong Yan obediently cooperated.
Fu Jingsheng suddenly frowned: "Why is it like this today..."
Rong Yan had been waiting for this line, and sure enough, the effect was immediate.
The chair was moved from in front of the desk to next to it.
As Rong Yan nestled into the man's arms, she noticed the table in front of her was gone, and the two of them were now facing the sofa. The entire process involved moving more than a meter.
"Is it that intense?" she asked in surprise.
Fu Jingsheng placed his hands on the woman's back: "Hmm, she didn't move much, yet the chair moved so far."
"Wife, what's wrong with you today? You seem different..." Fu Jingsheng said.
Several times, he almost couldn't resist, but a glance at the clock on the wall showed that only a few minutes had passed.
Rong Yan straightened up: "It's a secret."
Fu Jingsheng tugged at the power cord behind him twice, and it came loose and slid to the ground.
He turned around and sat on Rong Yan's back. The woman's arms were wrapped around the back of the chair and held by one of Fu Jingsheng's hands.
The man pressed down on her: "Tell me now, or I'll do it again."
"Okay, let's do it again." Rong Yan retorted stubbornly; she didn't believe this man still had the strength.
Fu Jingsheng picked up Rong Yan and returned to the bedroom. He placed the woman on the bed and restrained her with one leg.
The man reached out his hand: "Do you think I'm out of strength? Don't forget you still have this."
He took advantage of Rong Yan's unpreparedness...
ah!
Rong Yan frowned.
She never imagined that Fu Jingsheng could stay somewhere else, and the woman quickly begged for forgiveness: "I was wrong, I'll talk, don't do anything reckless."
"It's too late." Fu Jingsheng's lips curled slightly.
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