Rong Yan straightened up and sat on Fu Jingsheng's hand, making him unable to move.
The man raised an eyebrow: "You think you can overpower me with your small frame?" He easily pulled his hand away.
He gripped the woman's shoulders with his thumb and forefinger, gently pushing her down onto the sofa. Rong Yan faced Fu Jingsheng, whose face was half-lit and half-shadowed by the sunlight. A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, his pupils locked onto Rong Yan, his Adam's apple bobbing as his voice seductive:
With her obsession with good looks, voice, and Adam's apple, Rong Yan was completely disoriented as Fu Jingsheng slowly leaned down.
She crossed her legs and hooked them around Fu Jingsheng, her fingers stroking the man's Adam's apple: "Fu Jingsheng, you look very... seductive."
Rong Yan felt as if the most perfect male protagonist in her novel had stepped into reality.
He lifted her chin, pressed his tongue against her cheek, and asked with his eyes lowered, "Lustful? You're already aroused by just one look?"
"No, I didn't," Rong Yan denied.
Fu Jingsheng looked down and asked, "What is this?"
"Face off, Rong Yan," the woman thought, closing her eyes. She inwardly despised herself, saying no, but before the foreplay even started, she had already imagined the scene and had such a strong reaction. How embarrassing!
His hands reflected the sunlight, and Fu Jingsheng grinned mischievously, his fingertips gliding across Rong Yan's neck: "What is it?"
Rong Yan used her voice to close the curtains, and finally, Fu Jingsheng's gloating expression and the things in his hands could no longer be seen in the dark room.
She grabbed the man's hand and flung it aside: "Stop messing around, if you want to, hurry up and do it."
Fu Jingsheng took off his shirt, picked up Rong Yan and pulled her close to him: "Kiss me."
Rong Yan knew that Fu Jingsheng liked a stronger kiss, so to get revenge on the man for laughing at her earlier, she deliberately touched him lightly, occasionally licking him with the tip of her tongue as if tickling him, making Fu Jingsheng feel as if dozens of insects were biting him.
"Rongyan, a little harder," the man instructed his wife, afraid he would burst out laughing.
Rong Yan clearly wouldn't listen, scratching him here and there, her touch getting lighter and lighter, as she reached down to his sides and started tickling him.
Fu Jingsheng couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing: "It tickles...it tickles...hahaha..."
The man, having lost his composure, instantly went limp in a certain area.
Rong Yan showed no sign of stopping, moving her tongue to the man's waist, while Fu Jingsheng used a pillow to cover himself.
"Stop messing with Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng paused, then pinned Rong Yan down, grabbing her arms with one hand and raising them above her head. "You dare to tease me? Let's see how I make you beg for mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, he covered the woman's breast with his other hand, biting down on the other side and rubbing it in a perfect 360-degree circle.
Rong Yan straightened her legs, bit her lip, and raised her chin to enjoy the moment.
Upon hearing the woman's moans, Fu Jingsheng suddenly stopped, got off the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
Rong Yan waited for a minute, and seeing that the man hadn't moved, she opened her eyes: "That's it?"
The smoke rings rose slowly, enveloping the man's face, which was flushed with desire. He deliberately smoked to calm himself down, hoping that Rong Yan would beg him.
"Hmm, a cigarette afterward." Fu Jingsheng said calmly, his slender fingers twirling the cigarette butt between his fingers.
How can Ke Rongyan release the desire that has just been aroused?
She reached out her little hand to pull Fu Jingsheng, twisting and turning her body: "I want more."
"What do you want?" the man asked knowingly, blowing a puff of smoke into the woman's face as he spoke. He crossed his legs, deliberately preventing Rong Yan from seeing his lingering desire.
Rong Yan poked the man's thigh: "I want this one."
"Legs?" Fu Jingsheng stretched out his toes. "Here you go."
"I want a third leg," Rong Yan said softly.
Fu Jingsheng stubbed out his cigarette and pulled the woman's arm to sit between his legs.
Rong Yan touched something bulging and quickly stood up. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Fu Jingsheng pulled her onto his body, and Rong Yan straddled him.
Fu Jingsheng opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight shone on the two of them. They faced each other in an ambiguous posture. Rong Yan swallowed and blushed to the roots of her ears.
"Let's turn it off," Rong Yan said, her eyes half-closed.
"No, I want to take a good look at you." With that, the man bent over, turned his head, and kissed Rong Yan's neck.
An electric shock-like sensation quickly spread throughout her body. Rong Yan's hands unconsciously climbed onto the man's back, her fingers tightening as she tried to lean closer to him.
"Let's do it once." Fu Jingsheng couldn't take it anymore. He took off Rong Yan's clothes, and the moment the two were joined, the man couldn't help but say, "Mmm, so comfortable."
Fu Jingsheng suddenly stood up, picked her up, and walked to the sink. He deliberately made Rong Yan face the mirror.
"Hold on with your legs." The man lifted the woman up.
"You're going to stand?" Rong Yan gasped. A couple of days ago, someone said her back was about to give out, and now they're challenging her with something so difficult.
Fu Jingsheng seemed not to hear, and lifted Rong Yan up. The woman felt like she was about to fall, but was instantly pulled back.
Standing was tiring, and after only a few minutes, Rong Yan begged Fu Jingsheng to hurry up.
The man leaned against the sink, his pace quickening.
Rong Yan's voice was so hoarse that she could no longer make a sound. Her fingertips scratched marks on the man's back, and she released herself not long after.
In the mirror, the woman's hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her face, her hands hung limply at her sides, and she was panting heavily with her chin resting on the man's shoulder.
Thinking it was over, the woman paused to get up and put on her clothes, but Fu Jingsheng held her tightly without letting go.
The man grabbed the showerhead and rinsed their lower bodies, then dried them briefly with a towel before taking Rong Yan back to the room and beginning a new round of his assault.
Rong Yan lay on the soft bed, looking at Fu Jingsheng in disbelief: "Again?"
"Twice in a row?" The woman pulled the blanket between the two of them. Was this man never absent from a single day?
Fu Jingsheng propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, staring intently at Rong Yan: "Make up for yesterday's, and the time was too short just now."
"Fu Jingsheng, sex isn't a competition, why are there so many standards?" Rong Yan crossed her legs, not giving the man a chance to take advantage of her.
But she underestimated Fu Jingsheng.
The man grabbed a bottle of beverage and downed it in one gulp: "I noticed you seemed a little unsatisfied."
"No way," Rong Yan denied.
"Fifteen minutes is too short. I don't think I can make it." The man checked the time.
He pulled a toy out from under his pillow: "Let's have a good time in bed."
"Fu Jingsheng, find a job, otherwise you'll never run out of energy." Rong Yan moved to the foot of the bed. She knew that no matter what she said, as long as Fu Jingsheng flirted with her a little, she would be the one who wanted him first.
So, to prevent Fu Jingsheng from touching her, Rong Yan rolled over and wrapped herself in the blanket.
The man slowly turned on the toy and placed it on Rong Yan's shoulder.
Hmm~ Why does this massage feel so good? Rong Yan was lost in thought for a moment, and she loosened her grip on the blanket. Fu Jingsheng easily lifted the blanket and threw it on the ground.
The woman lay naked.
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