[Current State: Moved, Happy, Obsessed, Longing, Excited, Satisfied, Relaxed, Burning with Desire]
[Intimacy Level: +10 (90 Intimacy)]
Seeing his wife's affection for him reach such a deep level, Harry suddenly realized how much she truly loved him.
However, he also came to the conclusion that he had indeed neglected her in the past.
Thinking about his previous coldness and indifference toward his wife, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
It seemed he didn't understand women well enough before.
He used to blame his wife for not being romantic or passionate enough, and for being unresponsive during intimate moments, comparing her to a lifeless "dead fish."
But now, upon reflection, wasn't he the same?
Relationships are mutual, after all.
This applies just as much to men and women.
The reason his wife appeared rigid, conservative, and passionless was entirely because he hadn't truly loved or moved her with genuine care.
A wife is like a mirror, reflecting what she receives.
Thinking of this, Harry's hand gently slid toward his wife's enticing secret garden.
Her soft pubic hair glistened with water droplets, and her alluring, butterfly-shaped labia were moist and spread slightly. Under the strong bathroom lighting, Harry could clearly see her delicate folds twitching and trembling nervously.
Using his thumb, he lightly caressed her clitoris, and under his tender touch, Wanda immediately began to moan in pleasure.
"Ahh~~ Hmm~~ Ah!~~ Haaa~~ Haaa~~ Hahaha~~ Hmm~~"
Her snow-white, voluptuous breasts emerged from the water like blooming lotus flowers, trembling slightly with her body's undulating motions. Crystal-clear droplets of water trickled down, catching a few red rose petals in their descent.
The milky white flesh, paired with her delicate, protruding nipples, delivered a powerful visual impact to Li Bin.
Suddenly, Harry realized just how stunning and alluring his wife's figure was.
At least, her physique far outshone that of most actresses.
The fact that he had overlooked such a beautiful woman in favor of secretly indulging in those actresses on screen felt like a waste of a divine gift.
"Darling, turn over so I can massage your shoulders and neck. You've been sitting at your desk working on documents all day, your shoulders and neck must be so tired," Harry said gently as he gazed at his wife, whose face was glowing with pleasure.
His slippery hands trailed to her rounded, full hips, giving a light nudge, and Wanda obediently turned over.
She lay limply in his arms, her body completely relaxed.
Harry, recalling the techniques of the masseurs from his visits to the foot massage parlor, began imitating their methods step by step as he massaged Wanda.
He seemed to have a natural talent for this, and after a thorough massage, Wanda was moaning softly in pleasure, her body completely relaxed.
Seeing that the moment was just right, Harry gently caressed Wanda's smooth, round buttocks and said, "Darling, lie on your stomach and raise your hips."
Wanda, already burning with desire, no longer felt shy. Almost instinctively, she leaned forward in the bathtub, lifting her hips high.
She even spread her legs proactively, eagerly awaiting the warmth of Harry's passionate touch.
With a mischievous smile, Harry licked his lips and moved behind Wanda. Suddenly, he extended his tongue and caught her off guard by gently enveloping her soft, delicate pussy.
"Ah!~~~ No!~~~ Honey!~~~ Don't!~~~ That's so dirty!~~~ No!~~~ Ah!~~~ Haaa!~~~ Hahaha~~~ No!~~~ That's where I pee!~~~ You can't!~~~"
Wanda let out shy and delicate moans, though her body was already too weak to resist.
Under Harry's gentle sucking and licking, Wanda felt waves of pleasure and tingling sensations she had never experienced before.
Having her intimate area licked for the first time, Wanda was utterly defenseless against the intense sensations. The discomfort caused by her cleanliness obsession was quickly overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure, leaving her completely immersed in Harry's teasing.
Harry mimicked the way he had seen boyfriends treat actresses in porn's, gently sucking and quickly flicking her clitoris with his soft tongue.
Love juices flowed freely from Wanda's pussy, and to Harry's surprise, her private area had no unpleasant odors. Instead, there was a faint fragrance reminiscent of fresh grass. Even the secreted fluids lacked any fishy or pungent smell, carrying a sweet and refreshing scent that was surprisingly pleasant.
"Silly wife, you're my wife. How could I think that part of you is dirty? It's not dirty at all; it smells wonderful," Harry said with a loving smile as he gazed deeply at Wanda, who was peeking back at him bashfully.
"You naughty man!~~~ You're lying!~~~ But… it… it feels so good… It's… it's so itchy!~~~ Honey~~~ I want… I want it~~~"