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Hearing that filthy language, Tang Feng was flabbergasted.
The men and women in that room were clearly doing that sort of thing.
Daddy, daughter?
Could it be that the city folks are so shameless, actually fooling around between daughters and their dads?
Blushing furiously, Han Ling, lying atop Tang Feng's back, felt her suppressed anger reignite.
The incessant raunchy talk echoing in their ears fueled the fire that had just begun to die down.
"That slut Liew Yan is getting more and more shameless, the whore," she muttered under her breath, her face still red.
"Brother, carry me back to the bedroom first," Han Ling whispered.
Tang Feng nodded and carried Han Ling back to the bedroom.
As they passed the closed bedroom door, he couldn't help but glance over, regretting that the door was shut and nothing could be seen.
Only the smacking sounds and the creaking of the bed frame could be faintly heard.
Back in the bedroom.
Tang Feng placed Han Ling on the bed and then squatted down to pick up her foot.
The sudden movement startled Han Ling.
She hurriedly looked down.
There she saw Tang Feng cradling her sprained ankle, examining it intently.
Under the lamp light, her entire ankle was swollen.
Looking at her swollen ankle, she couldn't help but worry.
If the tendons or bones were damaged, she feared it would take a good while to heal, meaning she probably wouldn't be able to go to work for some time.
"Sister Han Ling, your ankle needs to be taken care of immediately," Tang Feng said, looking up from the floor.
Han Ling frowned.
In her heart, she was reluctant to go to the hospital, especially at this time.
"Hold on, I'm going to give you a massage, and it might hurt a bit, so just bear with it," Tang Feng added.
Hearing Tang Feng's words, Han Ling looked puzzled.
"Brother, do you know medicine?"
Tang Feng revealed a simple smile and nodded.
Then, his fingers landed on Han Ling's swollen ankle.
Hisss.
Han Ling couldn't help but gasp in pain as her delicate body shivered involuntarily.
It hurt, a deep, piercing pain.
She almost wanted to tell Tang Feng to stop, but she endured it in the end.
With his head bowed, Tang Feng gently rubbed and kneaded.
The initial pain soon began to subside.
As Tang Feng's fingers worked on her ankle, the pain was gone, replaced by a cool, comfortable sensation.
To make it easier for Tang Feng to massage her, Han Ling lifted her floral dress.
The silky fabric rested on her thighs, and her fair legs shimmered under the light, half-concealed, half-visible.
Gazing at the beautiful legs within arm's reach, Tang Feng couldn't help but swallow hard.
The crystalline calves led upwards to round and symmetrical thighs, strikingly white, and further up, the floral skirt concealed that sacred place of boundless fantasy.
And there, not long ago, he had touched her, if only it hadn't been for Han Ling's abrupt stop at the critical moment.
"Daddy, dear daddy, harder..."
The licentious voice came from the next room.
Creak, creak.
The bedstead endured relentless ravishment, creaking rhythmically.
Driven to distraction by the sultry moans, Tang Feng felt restless and feverish.
Sitting on the bed, Han Ling lowered her head, her gaze unintentionally falling upon Tang Feng's conspicuous tent, sending a wave of tremors through her heart.
In the summer heat, the room was already hot, now it was even hotter.
Hisss...
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Han Ling suddenly drew in a sharp breath, her face contorted with pain.
But it was Tang Feng whose mind raced with wild desires, throwing off his rhythm.
Hearing Han Ling's cry of pain, Tang Feng snapped back to reality.
He hung his head in shame like a child who had done something wrong.
Then, he quickly gathered his thoughts and returned to massaging seriously.
His fingers worked over the swollen ankle.
The silky skin, smooth as satin.
Han Ling's eyes gradually narrowed as Tang Feng's fingers, seemingly magical, sent electric shocks through her nerves with every slide and knead, intoxicating her to the point of helplessness.
Han Ling's body relaxed gradually, and she leaned back against the wall behind her.
The floral skirt she wore shifted as she reclined.
The ivory panties were playing a game of peek-a-boo.
Tang Feng caught a glimpse and hurriedly looked down again.
Umm...
With her eyes closed, Han Ling let out soft moans.
It was clear that she enjoyed this massage greatly.
Smack, smack, smack.
The sounds of flesh striking flesh echoed.
"Baby, I'm coming... I'm gonna fill you up..." a gruff male voice.
"Daddy, good daddy, please no..."
Listening to these erotic sounds, Han Ling felt her body heat up, her insides itching unbearably.
A powerful desire surged within her.
She involuntarily pressed her legs together tightly.
Down there, it was already sodden.
The room was cloaked in a seductive atmosphere.
Tang Feng's mind went blank as passion coursed through him, his eyes unwittingly drawn to the fullness beneath the floral skirt.
The ivory panties hid the sacred spot that beckoned for lingering, outlining its contours instead.
The full mound, with a deep crevice in the middle.
"Daddy, there's so much, it's spilling out... Your daughter could get pregnant with your baby."
Hearing these provocative words, Han Ling shivered uncontrollably.
Her mind painted a vivid picture.
Ivory broth spilling from the crevice like a mountain spring...
An irresistible longing tormented her, nearly driving her mad.
Just then, a large hand landed on her thigh, stroking clumsily.
Hum.
It was like a spark landing on a pile of dry hay, igniting everything instantly.
The inferno blazed skyward.
She sat up abruptly, her eyes, rippling like water, fixed on the youth crouching before her.
She took Tang Feng's face in her hands.
Then, leaning forward, she kissed him without hesitation.
All pretenses of morality, all principles and rationality, went to hell in that moment.
A blaze set to dry tinder.
Tang Feng, already a simmering cauldron of desire, exploded completely at that moment.
He pounced on Han Ling like a wild bull.
Han Ling found herself pinned to the bed, her long exquisite legs splayed wide; his burning erection pressed against her inner thigh, at the mound through the fabric.
Oh...
Han Ling threw her head back, her throat releasing a drawn-out sigh.