Rong Yan's knees hurt a little, so she lay face down on the bed and said, "I'm tired, I want to rest for a while."
Fu Jingsheng paused for a moment: "Okay."
After resting for a while, Rong Yan turned over, rested her head on the man's arm, and rubbed her feet against his calves.
Fu Jingsheng stroked the woman's neck: "Shall we continue?"
Rong Yan nodded, sat up, bent over, and kissed the man's earlobe.
Um……
Fu Jingsheng narrowed his dark eyes, and a sound involuntarily escaped his throat.
While the man was lost in passion, Rong Yan suddenly got off him, picked up the trousers on the ground, took off her belt, and, imitating Fu Jingsheng, tied his wrists.
"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng noticed his arm was being held, and suddenly opened his eyes. "You!"
Rong Yan grinned mischievously: "What do you mean 'what do you mean'? Don't move, let's do something exciting." She finished tying the belt, then picked up the shirt from the ground, and then made Fu Jingsheng put his legs together, using the shirt to bind the man's legs.
Fu Jingsheng offered no resistance; he wanted to know what tricks Rong Yan would pull.
After tying him up, Rong Yan turned Fu Jingsheng over so he was lying on his side.
She pinched his abs: "Look at these muscles, so firm. I wonder which little vixen got them."
"Oh dear, so it's a lucky break for this little vixen like me! Wow! How can a man have such a perfect body? I'm drooling." Rong Yan looked at Fu Jingsheng with feigned lust, occasionally scratching his muscles.
"Rong Yan, stop fooling around." Fu Jingsheng was lying there naked, being observed by Rong Yan, and felt extremely ashamed.
"Okay, no more fuss. Here's what we'll do: untie your legs and come with me." Rong Yan had another idea. Fu Jingsheng was tied up like this and couldn't do anything, so she would loosen his legs a bit.
Is it okay?
"Fine, being tied up like this makes me feel like a pig waiting to be slaughtered." Fu Jingsheng was too ashamed to even look down at himself.
Rong Yan unbuttoned her shirt, and the man's legs were able to move again, so he quickly sat up.
He wrapped his legs around Rong Yan's waist and pressed her down: "You actually dared to tie me up."
Even though he couldn't move his hands, Fu Jingsheng still easily knocked the woman down. He leaned down, and just as he was about to press his upper body down on Rong Yan, the woman quickly rolled to the side, and the man missed.
Fu Jingsheng fell face down and slammed his head into the blanket.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed.
Rong Yan hurriedly got out of bed and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, please don't pounce on me."
"Come here." The man nodded. "Come here, I'll be gentle."
"Swear it."
“Okay, swear.” Fu Jingsheng raised his bound hands.
Rong Yan slowly moved over, fiddling with her tie: "Come with me."
She draped a bath towel over the man.
Fu Jingsheng followed, and the woman stopped on the balcony. She untied her tie and fastened it to the railing, with the other end of the tie tied to the man's wrist.
She knew that Fu Jingsheng was cooperating with her; otherwise, with a man's strength, he could have broken free in an instant.
"Stand here and don't move." After settling Fu Jingsheng, Rong Yan went to the room and brought out a chair.
The woman sat on a chair with her legs straddling her sides, her hands gripping the man's strong waist, her tongue sliding across his lower abdomen.
"I'm going to die." Fu Jingsheng looked down and saw his sexy wife. The visual impact, combined with the stimulation of his senses, caused his desire to surge out like a beast.
He pulled Rong Yan into his arms: "So soft."
Rong Yan was suffocated against the man's chest, barely able to breathe.
Fu Jingsheng took a deep sniff of his wife's hair before slightly loosening his grip. Rong Yan was panting heavily, her breasts still pressed against the man.
The soft feeling made Fu Jingsheng unable to resist kissing her, lingering on her and nibbling at her back and forth. The woman, who wanted to take the initiative in foreplay, was quickly taken by the man.
She had no strength left to resist, so she climbed onto Fu Jingsheng's back and leaned her body.
"That's a good girl." The man smiled, as if he had accomplished something great. You see, in the years that Rong Yan was away, apart from work, he spent most of his time studying matters between men and women. His efforts were not in vain.
The fact that he could only move one hand actually made him look more capable. Fu Jingsheng single-handedly unhooked the woman's bra and pulled down one of the shoulder straps, hanging it on the woman's shoulder.
After admiring the half-hidden, half-revealed allure for a while, he kissed the woman's cheek.
Rong Yan leaned against the railing, the itchy and tingling sensation making her crave more.
After a while, she finally couldn't resist anymore and untied the tie that was binding the railing, allowing the man to move his hands freely.
She liked it when Fu Jingsheng held her tightly during kisses, and she took his hand and placed it on her back: "Husband, I want you to hold me."
There was no need for Rong Yan to give instructions; Fu Jingsheng had already planned this. He lifted Rong Yan and sat her on a chair, while he half-squatted down.
Ugh!
Rong Yan's mouth was suddenly gagged, and she could only whimper.
The man swayed back and forth, and the moonlight gently fell on the spot where the two were joined.
A few minutes later, Fu Jingsheng cupped the back of Rong Yan's head and said, "Look down."
She only saw a beast part the dense undergrowth and disappear into the forest, then emerge again.
The slapping sounds were clearly audible, mixed with the sound of chairs rubbing against the floor tiles; it was hard to say whether they were jarring or pleasant.
Rong Yan held the chair back with her hands behind her back, afraid that she would be pulled out.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jingsheng finally finished the battle. In the heat of passion, he hadn't had time to put on a condom, and his hand was still holding the tip of his penis.
He quickly went to the bathroom to rinse off the liquid.
Rong Yan turned around and changed her posture. She leaned on the back of the chair to rest for a while, as she was exhausted from working so hard every day.
After Fu Jingsheng came out of the bathroom, he carried Rong Yan back to the room. He got dressed and stroked his wife's hair: "Are you hungry? Do you want to have a midnight snack?"
Rong Yan lay there, her throat dry: "I'm not hungry, but I'm a little tired and thirsty. I want to drink lemon water."
"I'll go downstairs to buy some." Fu Jingsheng searched the room but couldn't find any lemon slices.
“I have some electrolytes in my bag, honey, what should we do? If we don’t think about it together, I feel so guilty and regretful every time we do it together. What if we do something wrong?” Rong Yan asked with a conflicted expression.
Fu Jingsheng kissed Rong Yan's forehead: "I won't do anything bad. I'm perfectly healthy. But if you're worried, I'll try my best to restrain myself in the future."
They would say this every time they were together, but Rong Yan didn't believe it. She sighed and said, "Forget it, I've told myself to restrain myself so many times, but I can never do it. I'd better think about how to make up for it."
"I'll get you some water, Rongyan, don't put so much pressure on yourself." Fu Jingsheng patted his wife's head.
"Okay, fine."
After drinking a glass of lemonade, Rong Yan felt better. She sat on the sofa, about a meter away from Fu Jingsheng, when suddenly she started to feel waves of stomach pain. She frowned and covered her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Fu Jingsheng asked, noticing his wife's unusual behavior.
"It hurts so much." Rong Yan's forehead was covered in sweat.
Fu Jingsheng was still under the influence of alcohol, so he found a waiter at the hotel to drive them to the hospital. Rong Yan's pain did not subside along the way, and Fu Jingsheng was at a loss.
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