Li Lingling's sensual and graceful body continuously swayed in front of Chen An, like a wanton harlot, but it was precisely such stimulating sensations that allowed Li Lingling to experience the most thrilling and wonderful ecstasy.
Li Lingling didn't even dare to open her eyes, from the moment she had taken the initiative, she couldn't help but close her eyes, afraid to look, thinking that if she saw the man behind her wasn't her husband Zhao Xiaoming, the defensive line in her heart would collapse.
Li Lingling hesitated for a long time before deciding to meet Chen An, driven by a strong compulsion. Yet, the last bit of rationality in her mind was still telling her that what she was doing beneath this rough man was shamefully depraved.
