The beauty nestled into his arms, a woman's fragrance suddenly enveloping him.
Though Bai Xuelian was already in her early forties, her affluent background and excellent self-care left her with skin as tender and fair as tofu.
Zhang Xiaomeng greedily inhaled deeply at the nape of Bai Xuelian's neck, his face revealing an expression of intoxication.
Seeing the man act this way made Bai Xuelian's legs grow weak involuntarily.
Her man, Zhao Youzhi, was inherently lacking, only growing intimate with her once every month or two.
Now at an age when she was as eager as a tiger, how could that be enough?
Before, she merely downloaded some thrilling movies in secret and satisfied herself with some electronic toys.
But ever since she had contact with Zhang Xiaomeng and saw that big and thick "flagpole" of his, how could those electronic toys fill the emptiness in her heart?
After several entanglements, Bai Xuelian had gone from initial restraint and resistance to eventual resignation.
