The night weather has become much cooler, but Wen Jian is full of energy. He rolls up his sleeves and goes to the stove to boil water.

Soon, smoke rises from the stove.

Wen Li, who lives in the east room, looks outside through the window. She pinches the old man who is deep in sleep, and Wen Zheng turns over and looks at Wen Li, who is secretly watching him, and stammers, “Wife, what are you doing?”

Wen Li leans close to Wen Zheng’s ear and says, “Your son is boiling water at the stove.”

Wen Zheng is slightly stunned. What can you do with water at this hour? Being experienced, he naturally understands.

He smiles lightly and says, “Let him boil it if he wants to. It’s about time.”

After saying that, he closes his eyes again.

Wen Li sees that Wen Zheng’s expression remains unchanged and there is no reaction. She forcefully hums.

Wen Jian hears it and a smile slowly appears on his closed eyes and eyebrows. He turns over completely, and his big hand slips into Wen Li’s undergarment without even removing her belly band. His fingertips reach a soft and upright place, and his five fingers firmly grasp it, causing Wen Li to resist playfully and push his hand with a soft touch. “Wen Zheng, what are you doing…?”

Wen Zheng props himself up with one arm and brings his head close to Wen Li’s cheek. He kisses her with a smack sound. “We’re an old married couple. Why be shy? If our son fetches water in the middle of the night, how can this old man fall behind?”

“Let me touch, is it wet? Hm?”

Wen Zheng rubs her breasts with one hand, and his other hand has already slipped into Wen Li’s pants, accurately finding her most sensitive spot.

Wen Li follows Wen Zheng’s lead, living a comfortable life. Being in her thirties, she is extremely tender, and her skin is smooth and delicate. Wen Zheng pinches her swollen clitoris and gently presses it, causing her to become wet in no time.

Wen Li bites her lip, her dark eyes filled with seductive charm, she shyly looks at the man, and a soft moan escapes her throat, “Wen Zheng… your hands are so rough, be gentle…”

Wen Zheng finds the wetness, unties their pants, and supports himself with his hand as he thrusts directly into her wet entrance with determination.

In no time, the room is filled with the sounds of Wen Li’s pleasure and the man’s heavy breathing.

…

The east room and the west room were very close to each other.

Even the slightest movement could be heard from either side.

In the middle of the west room, there was a wooden tub. Wen Jian carried water and poured it into the tub. The hot water filled the air with warmth. Wen Jian glanced at the door and heard some lascivious sounds. He turned around and closed the door tightly.

Then he went to the bedside. Ji Sang was securely hidden under the covers, with only her head poking out. Her little face still had a flush of climax, and her dark eyes seemed to be watery, captivating with just a casual glance.

Ji Sang’s presence aroused a tightening sensation in Wen Jian’s lower abdomen. He reached out and lifted the blanket that covered her.

Ji Sang, naked under the blanket, was startled by his sudden action and let out a surprised cry. She quickly hugged herself, her watery eyes glaring at Wen Jian. “Wen Jian, what are you doing?”

She spoke out of annoyance and embarrassment, only to realize that her voice was quite hoarse from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

Her skin was delicate and fair, and even a little pressure from Wen Jian left imprints on her body. Wen Jian looked at the various marks and finger imprints all over her. Her two milky white breasts were squeezed between her slender arms, revealing deep and captivating cleavage. His gaze became even deeper and more intense. The half soft object between his legs suddenly awakened, pushing against the fabric of his undergarments.

Ji Sang couldn’t bear to look into his eyes.

Her face blushed deeply, and it felt like her ears could drip blood. “Wen Jian… you…”

Wen Jian’s muscular arms lifted her up, his voice low and magnetic. “Let’s take a bath first.”

His body radiated a high temperature, like a source of heat. As soon as Ji Sang fell into his embrace, she was suddenly scalded, causing her body to shiver involuntarily. Wen Jian gently carried her into the wooden tub. Ji Sang’s legs were extremely weak, and the area between her thighs was muddy and sensitive. As soon as it came into contact with the hot water, the tense nerves all over her body relaxed, especially the sensitive spot between her legs, which seemed to receive a tender caress. An uncontrollable sigh of relief escaped her throat.

Listening to that sigh, Wen Jian’s lips curved into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.

The wooden tub was not large, only enough to accommodate one person.

Wen Jian stood behind her, gathering her ink-black hair and tying it up with a strap. Then, he scooped water in his hand, loosening his fingers, and let the water trickle down onto her collarbone. Even her collarbones were exquisitely shaped, and the droplets formed a pool of water on them, sliding down the curve of her perky breasts, disappearing into the cleavage, or brushing against the pink nipples…

Although they had already been intimate, Ji Sang couldn’t handle having a man standing next to her, watching her bathe. She leaned stiffly against the wooden tub, her head lowered, thinking that if the tub were larger, she could submerge herself completely.

The man’s large hand no longer confined itself to scooping water and washing her shoulders; it roamed up to her twin peaks.

Ji Sang unconsciously leaned back, her face blushing. “Wen Jian… I… I can wash myself.”

Wen Jian, with his ink-black eyes, stared at the protruding bones at the back of her neck, bending down and taking them into his mouth. His tongue kissed along her slender shoulders, his breath hot, and his tongue scorching.

Ji Sang trembled under his licks.

In the next moment, he lifted her up, her body drenched in water, and settled her onto a chair beside the wooden tub.

Ji Sang let out a scream, only to realize that the chair was not uncomfortable. It was covered with a blanket. Before she could react further, the man lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling and biting the pink bud, while his palm grasped and molded her breasts into various shapes.

Ji Sang bit her lip and sobbed, “Wen Jian… It’s late at night… We can’t do this anymore…”

Both her legs had turned as weak as noodles.

“Mmm.”

Wen Jian uttered a syllable from his throat, then continued to suck and bite on one of her nipples, before switching to the other. His fingers gently parted her legs, and his fingertips caressed her most sensitive spot, where moisture had already begun to seep. He kissed and licked his way from her breasts, savoring the lingering water on her body, creating a tantalizing sound in her ears.

Ji Sang’s body convulsed uncontrollably, and the places he kissed and licked became ticklish and tingling. Her sensitive spot couldn’t stop releasing more moisture.

What happened to the agreement?

Wen Jian held her legs and rested them on the armrests of the chair, pulling her hips outward. Ji Sang instinctively adjusted her position, shifting her buttocks downward, so her entire back leaned against the chair back, exposing everything down below to his gaze.

This position was incredibly embarrassing.

Ji Sang kicked her little feet in dissatisfaction, but she couldn’t escape his strong grip. “Wen Jian… Don’t do this…”

Wen Jian, nearly obsessed, stared at her private area. The entrance was dampened by fluids, extremely pink. He gasped heavily, his voice husky and fiery. “Don’t move.”

After uttering those words, his fingertips played with the delicate pink opening, causing it to contract in response. Ji Sang let out a low whimper from her throat, her watery eyes seemingly on the verge of shedding tears. Her pitiful appearance was heart-wrenching.

“Ah… Wen Jian…” She called out, her face red and ears burning.

Wen Jian lowered his head and immediately engulfed the moist flower bud, taking a suck and using his rough tongue to lick and nip along the shape of the petals. His tongue curled around the erect bud, sucking and swirling, causing her to immediately release moisture. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the fluid.

Pleasure rushed over her like a flood, and instinctively, Ji Sang squeezed her legs together, but the man held her even more firmly. Her lower abdomen tightened, and her helpless hands grabbed the man’s hair as she tilted her head back, panting heavily and screaming, “Ah… ah… Wen Jian…”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Her intimate area felt both itchy and tingly. Wen Jian sucked up her love juices, lightly brushing against her clitoris with his sharp teeth. The sound of his swallowing made Ji Sang feel extremely ashamed but also incredibly pleasured. She clenched her pretty toes, pressing against the armrest, and dug her nails into it.

His rough tongue prodded her delicate bud repeatedly, causing her legs to tremble. It didn’t take long before she cried out in ecstasy, spraying her love juices all over Wen Jian’s face…

Ji Sang gazed blankly into space with hazy eyes, her mind empty, immersed in the climax for a while before coming back to her senses, panting heavily. By now, Wen Jian had already removed his obscene pants, his hand supporting her buttocks while her legs wrapped around his waist. His erect member pressed firmly against her moist entrance. He loosened his grip slightly, and Ji Sang, due to gravity, abruptly sat down.

The narrow passage was stretched to the extreme. Ji Sang’s lower abdomen ached intensely, and even her cries changed in tone. She gripped the man’s strong shoulders with both hands, tightly embracing his neck, feeling her scalp go numb. “Wen Jian… slower…”

Wen Jian was enveloped in her tender flesh, enjoying the pleasure as he gasped heavily, kissing her mouth, wanting to consume her moans.

Ji Sang remembered how he had just licked her there and shook her head, avoiding his kiss. “Don’t… it’s dirty…”

As she dodged, his kiss landed on her cheek.

Wen Jian paused slightly, a light laughter escaping his throat. His smile was tainted with desire, alluring and provoking. He teasingly asked, “You’re disgusted with your own taste?”

If she didn’t want to kiss, Wen Jian wouldn’t force her. He held onto her buttocks and thrust vigorously, causing her cries to become fragmented in her throat. “Ah… ah… ha… mmm…”

It was too deep.

Each thrust went as deep as possible, and the sizable glans rubbed and withdrew at the deepest point before forcefully thrusting back in, causing her wet passage to flow incessantly with juices. The sounds of “patter, patter” echoed in their ears.

While thrusting, Wen Jian carried her towards the edge of the bed. Just as they reached the edge, Ji Sang’s passage tightened to the extreme, biting down on the piece of flesh inside her body. Sensing her sudden contraction, Wen Jian knew she was reaching climax. His hand grasped the softness that swayed against his hard chest as he moved, exerting force with a tight grip, pinching and kneading her nipples.

With her sensitive areas attended to, Ji Sang’s moans in her throat suddenly stopped, and her intimate area spasmed and sprayed…

Her fluids splattered onto one of Wen Jian’s legs.

Ji Sang’s body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the pleasure that reached its peak. Tears streamed down her face, and it took a while for her to catch her breath, gasping heavily as if deprived of oxygen.

“Does it feel good?” Wen Jian, panting heavily like a bull, his entire body ablaze with boiling blood, the sensations lashing like a whip against his coccyx, surging through his limbs and bones.

He laid Ji Sang down on the bed, still inside her, with one leg kneeling on the edge of the bed, pressing her legs back and thrusting forcefully with his powerful waist. He pounded into the gushing passage dozens of times, hitting her sensitive spots with each thrust, causing Ji Sang to cry out loudly. Her small hands had nowhere to grasp, and she grabbed onto the man’s arms, her nails deeply embedded in his skin, leaving behind red marks…

“Sang Sang… Does it feel good?” Not hearing her answer, he asked again.

Ji Sang was being penetrated so intensely that her head shook, her body convulsing. She bit her lip, unable to speak out of shame.

Wen Jian focused on her bitten, reddened lips, lowered his head, and licked and kissed her crimson lips. In the torrent of passion, she had long forgotten that the man’s mouth had just been there, kissing and licking her intimate area. Their tongues intertwined, preventing her from biting her lip. The cries in her throat burst forth, and as Wen Jian listened to her moans, his erection surged even more beneath him.

“Sang Sang…”

“Does it feel good?”

“Hmm?”

Without receiving an answer, he thrust even harder.

Penetrating deeply and shallowly, his fiery member rubbed against the trembling walls, making everything inside melt.

Ji Sang felt so pleasured that she felt like she was going to be propelled away. She cried out, “G-good… feels good.”

“Ah… Ah… Wen Jian… Slow down… Mmm…”

She was going to be overwhelmed.

Only after hearing her response did Wen Jian feel satisfied. He focused even more on thrusting into her, making her climax again before finally releasing deep inside her. The scorching hot semen caused Ji Sang’s entire body to tremble unconsciously, whether from sweat or water from her recent shower, she felt like she was pulled out from water.

Wen Jian tenderly kissed away the tears on her cheeks and embraced her, comforting her.

By the time Ji Sang regained her senses, she found herself lying flat on the bed with her legs kneeling on the bed. Her whole body was sore and aching. Her hoarse voice cried out in pleading, “Wen Jian… No more… Don’t…”

Wen Jian licked and kissed her back, his voice low and magnetic. “Be good… Let’s do it again.”

Ji Sang crawled to hide inside the bed, but Wen Jian grabbed her ankle, causing her to scream in surprise. She felt his hardened member enter her from behind once again…

“Uh… Ah…”

In this position, it immediately reached the deepest part. Ji Sang’s lower abdomen felt extremely sore, and her body, lying flat, suddenly fell onto the bedding. Her little buttocks instinctively raised higher, unable to withstand it as she pleaded, “Ah… Too deep… Please, no…”

Wen Jian, on the other hand, seemed to show some mercy this time, moving slowly while gently rubbing her clitoris with his fingertip. “But you bit me so tightly. How can you not want it?”

Ji Sang: “…”

A tingling sensation suddenly surged through her soles, and Jisang buried her head in the pillow, crying. “No… Wen Jian… I really don’t want it anymore… It’s too painful…”

“Painful?” Wen Jian paused for a moment.

Even that single thrust gave Ji Sang a moment to catch her breath. She nodded vigorously, exerting herself. “Yes, it really hurts.”

Wen Jian withdrew his member a bit, observing her swollen entrance, which was indeed congested, tight, and tender to the touch. It seemed like it would break with just a little force.

Ji Sang thought the man would finish, but in the next moment, her body was flipped over. His member was pulled out from inside her and placed menacingly near her mouth, emitting a powerful surge of hormones.

Kneeling beside her face, the man spoke with a low, panting voice, “Sang Sang, it’s so hard. Help me…”

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