The waves of passion in the repair room surged one after another, and Chen An outside was also savoring such excitement. Through the crack in the door, he witnessed the fervent silhouettes inside entwining with each other, exploring the most thrilling pleasures with their mouths.
The cries that seeped through the crack only intoxicated Chen An further, as he listened entranced to Lin Xiaoyan's voices. Just hearing them made him feel as though he was right there, as if he too had joined in.
Lin Xiaoyan's voice was soft and laden with a woman's alluring charm, each sound sending a stir through Chen An's loins. Chen An gripped his own terrifying member, imagining Lin Xiaoyan beneath him, frantically pleading for pleasure.
Lin Xiaoyan's flirtatious demeanor left Chen An compelled to fantasize; he had seen her provocative behavior clearly from outside, and he also knew that Lin Xiaoyan was no prude. If she were, she wouldn't be having such an affair with Old Wang.
