After an hour-long activity, a hush finally descended upon the room. The echoes of their heavy breathing lingered in the air, intertwining with the silence.
Zhang Wei, his voice barely a whisper, broke the stillness, "So, what about your daughter and you?"
Zhao Hongyan furrowed her brow, her embarrassment evident. "Could you please behave? It's incredibly awkward," she replied, her words laced with a hint of unease.
As they lay on the bed, their bodies assuming different positions, the contrast between them was undeniable. Zhao Hongyan lay horizontally, her figure peacefully blending with the sheets.
However, Zhang Wei lay vertically, his face burried between her breasts, his desire exposed in the most literal sense.
