Wang Ping stood outside, listening to Li Lingling's soul-stirring moans, feeling as if she too had reached a climax along with Li Lingling's ecstasy. She indulged in fantasies outside the door, imagining herself like Li Lingling, being thoroughly satisfied by a strong, virile man.
Such desire had long kept Wang Ping waiting, and even she had not noticed that her hands were now placed between her thighs, covering her most private parts.
As she listened to the sounds of someone else in the throes of passion and imagined her own satisfaction, the reality was that Wang Ping's good-for-nothing husband couldn't get it up.
In that moment, Wang Ping felt envious and jealous of Li Lingling. She detested not having such a brave man to herself, and just as much, lamented never having experienced true satisfaction!
