Xi Muchen guided her small hand inward, and Xia Wanwan felt herself touching something hard and scorching, tensing up entirely.
Although she was tense, she didn't offer much resistance. He led her hand to his heat, enclosing it with her fingers and guiding her hand up and down.
"Mmm..." The man hummed in pleasure, excitement glinting in his eyes. He slowly released her hand, his own wandering restlessly across her body: "Wife..."
Xia Wanwan felt her hand growing sore, her entire body burning up with a mix of shame and something else. As the man's hand roved without restraint, she squirmed and said, "It's so itchy... you said you wouldn't lay hands on me."
"Mhm, won't lay hands..." Xi Muchen replied absentmindedly, with no intention of stopping. Instead, he flipped over, pressing her beneath him, and kissed her with disordered passion.
