So sensitive!
Zhao Chi couldn't help but marvel inwardly; such a sensitive woman would undoubtedly be a heavenly creature in bed. Already a top-notch beauty, becoming a wanton woman between the sheets, what man could withstand that?
Song Yan squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping Zhao Chi's palm between them. She lowered her head, her face flushed, and didn't dare to even glance at Zhao Chi, "I... I need to go..."
She blurted out these words without thinking. She didn't know why she had agreed, or perhaps it was her body's instinct that made her want to consent. She felt no guilt towards her husband; Liu Ping was always carousing outside, leaving her alone to protect the empty bed. So why couldn't she create some mischief on her own?
Hearing Song Yan's agreement, Zhao Chi became even more excited. His fingers gently pushed aside her panties, and then he slid a finger into the moist slit between her legs.
"Mmm... Ah..."
