Li Lingling felt so uncomfortable that she turned over, the profound desire within her stirring incessantly, like tiny insects roaming throughout her body, igniting the flames of passion in every part of her.
But Li Lingling glanced at her husband Zhao Xiaoming, sleeping with his back to her, and sighed deeply.
Ever since Li Lingling had tasted Chen An, she could no longer endure the loneliness she once felt. Now, she longed for some form of release, even just a sensation would do!
Thinking this way, Li Lingling's hand began to slowly caress her body, starting from the full globes at her front. When her hands touched their softness, her mind began to fantasize about Chen An playing with their fullness.
Suddenly, Li Lingling was frightened by such thoughts. But quickly, she realized that what she truly fantasized about was precisely Chen An, the man she had been with.
