Zhao Qiongrui was furiously thrusting away.
Suddenly, he felt a burning hot body press up against him.
Those smooth jade-like hands rested on his shoulders, and two plump soft mounds pressed against his back.
In that moment, Zhao Qiongrui's scalp tingled, and his soul trembled.
Zhao Qiongrui subconsciously turned his head, wanting to look.
But as soon as he began to turn halfway, the hand on his shoulder was pressed against his cheek.
A timid voice then rose.
"Don't look."
Zhao Qiongrui shivered with excitement.
He had thought that the body pressing up against him was Lin Ying, post-orgasm, but it turned out to be Lin Ying's sister-in-law, that demure and quietly beautiful young wife.
He was equally enthralled by this young wife.
Especially recently when he saw how she allowed Tang Feng to embrace her, ravishing her at will.
The way she seemed helpless and plaintive made him itch with the urge to press her down and ravage her.
