Han Ling called out unrestrainedly, her moans so clear even the people upstairs could hear every dirty detail.
Fourth floor.
Ma Lu blushed, sitting on the living room sofa as those shameful sounds drifted in through the window.
Scenes from not so long ago involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
She looked up at the dining table.
It was on that table where that man had given her immense pleasure, letting her relish in that soul-stirring ecstasy.
And it was that same table where she had cuckolded her own husband.
As those moments replayed in her head, her body grew hot and flushed, and upon hearing those dirty moans, she pressed her legs together tightly.
And she thought about it again…
In front of the bedroom window, Ma Yinglan was all ears.
Murmuring something under her breath.
Her legs, clad in yoga pants, were tightly clenched, and her sultry eyes brimmed with desire.
