Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 759 A Perfect Night 2

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The water temperature was just right; it was really comfortable.
Before I could even express my admiration, Ye Ziyan poured the wine and handed it to me.
I took it and laughed, "You really know how to enjoy yourself!"
"What's so enjoyable about this? It's just a way to relax!" Ye Ziyan rolled her eyes.
The surrounding mist obscured the view of the delicate figure in the water, which was a slight disappointment, but the tranquility prevented any impure thoughts from arising.
He enjoyed wine and conversation with Ye Ziyan, discussing recent events and occasionally sharing anecdotes from their home.
I did most of the talking, and she just listened quietly, occasionally chiming in when she was in a good mood.
The pot of wine was quickly emptied. I was about to get more when she stopped me, saying it was almost empty.
Whether she had drunk a lot outside, or the wine was really strong, or whether she was intoxicated by her own presence rather than the wine, she was now in a daze, weak and limp.
I tentatively suggested, "Such a beautiful day, shall we rest early?"
"The night is long, what's the rush?" She scooped water with her delicate hands and poured it over her fair shoulders.
"My fairy, you may not know this, but I have been thinking of you for many days, but I have not been able to get you, so I am very anxious!" I said shamelessly, looking like a lecherous man.
"Hehe!" She raised her eyes slightly, looked at me for a moment, and then suddenly chuckled softly, saying in a coquettish voice as if to soothe me, "Rest a little longer, wait until the wine has soaked through, and then you can rest."
I had promised her I wouldn't do anything strange, and I was worried that going against my word would spoil her fun. With a sigh, I had no choice but to give up.
After soaking for a while, perhaps due to the alcohol or the hot spring, her fair skin turned rosy, like a tender apple hanging on a branch, making anyone who saw it want to take a bite.
Seeing through my anxious thoughts, she suddenly smiled and said, "Marshal Tianpeng!"
"Huh?" I snapped out of my daze.
"The effects of the alcohol have worn off, but I've been soaking for too long, and my body is still weak..." she said with a troubled expression.
I naturally understood the meaning behind those words, and I eagerly moved closer, saying, "I will certainly do my best, I will certainly do my best!"
"Marshal, please be gentle, lest you frighten me," she said softly, her face flushed, whether from the alcohol or shyness, it was hard to tell.
Whatever the reason, I assumed it was shyness and nodded in reply, "Of course, of course."
She smiled slightly, then opened her arms.
Afraid of startling her, I slowly approached. Her skin was smooth and tender, like warm jade. My heart was pounding, and I felt a little weak.
"What's wrong, Marshal?" Ye Ziyan asked with a knowing smile, leaning closer.
"It's alright." I shook my head, calmed myself down, patted her back with one hand, hooked her leg with the other, and lifted her up in my arms.
The water was turbulent and magnificent, but none of that could compare to the person in my arms.
Her legs were pressed tightly together, her jade feet hooked, her delicate pink toes standing side by side like a forest. Water droplets still clung to them, dripping and falling with a crisp, melodious sound, like jade beads falling onto a plate. Hearing the crisp sound and seeing her nestled in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her shy appearance, his blood rushed to his head, and his lower body immediately became erect like a pillar.
A slight smile played on her lips as she recalled the lines: "Thick clouds, glossy rouge, long traces of makeup; light steps, fragrant with orchids and musk." Drunk with deep affection, she returned to the embroidered curtains, only then realizing the lady was no ordinary woman. She strode up the steps and followed the embroidered curtains.
She seemed shy all the way, shrinking into my arms and not daring to look at me.
Find the palace inside the house, with its dougong brackets and flying eaves, and golden dragons coiled around the pillars in front of the door.
It really does look quite appealing. Normally, I would definitely stop and take a closer look, but I don't have that in mind right now.
He carried her through the door and entered. Inside, there was a carved wooden bed, a woman's dressing table, and rouge and powder—it truly had the feel of an ancient, cozy bed.
She seemed to like it even more than I did. She lowered her body and, disregarding her nakedness, walked to the dressing table, opened the rouge and powder, picked up the silver hairpin, and began to put it on in front of the mirror.
I walked up behind her, unable to contain my excitement, and said, "My fairy, a moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold, it's time to rest."
"Hmph, you're so impatient." She looked at me in the mirror with a hint of reluctance, gently shaking her shoulders, and said, "My neck has been a little sore these past few days, could you massage it for me?"
"Okay, you can lie down on the bed first." I nodded.
She indeed took off the silver hairpin from her head, strolled over to the warm bed, folded her hands over the pillow, and gently lay down on it.
My hands trembled as I touched the soft skin and gently pinched it, saying, "Is it here?"
"A little lower, a little lower, yes, right there," she instructed.
Judging from her expression, she didn't seem to be lying, so I earnestly rubbed and kneaded her hands as well.
"Deeper, deeper!" she said after squeezing a few times, still unsatisfied.
As I listened to the words, I pressed down with my thumb, increasing the pressure, and gently rotated it.
"Mmm, that feels good!" she murmured. Her happiness made me happy too.
Whether it was because she was too comfortable or too dazed, after a while, she suddenly said again, "Take my hand!"
"Ah!" I stood there, stunned and confused.
"Don't let your mind wander. Press your thumb firmly and slowly push upwards!" she said, coming back to her senses, both amused and exasperated.
"Oh!" I was even more dumbfounded than her, but a little disappointed inside.
As I pressed the button, I noticed a thin red string hanging from her waist. It seemed odd; I'd never seen anything like it before. Curious, I asked, "What's this?"
She gently turned the red rope, pulling out the object that had been pressing against her side, and said, "It's a jade amulet I got from the temple when I went to burn incense a few days ago!"
After examining it closely, he realized it was a jade Guanyin statue about the size of a thumb and exclaimed, "Aren't Guanyin statues usually worn around the neck? Why is it hanging at the waist?"
"What do you know? The Goddess of Mercy who grants children. Women wear it on their waist. Women who are not pregnant are praying for a child, and pregnant women are praying for the protection of their child!" She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, you have a child?" I only heard the second half of the sentence before stopping.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Ziyan was both amused and exasperated.
"So you want to have children?" I asked again.
"Why ask so many questions?" Ye Ziyan interrupted.
I was a little annoyed, and couldn't help but tease him, saying, "You've been completely trapped by Shansa."
"You're the one who's trapped! Stop talking nonsense and press the button!"
She seemed reluctant to discuss the matter, she said sullenly.
"In my opinion, it's almost done!"
As I spoke, my hand slowly slid down the back of her neck.
She silently enjoyed it without saying a word.
Knowing this was tacit consent, his hand gently moved from Xue's back to her soft, upturned buttocks. A woman's buttocks, like breasts, are not as soft, but they are firm and more elastic.
Therefore, many men especially like to reach out from behind and secretly pinch a woman's buttocks, both to tease her and to express their feelings of longing.
However, this is a dangerous job. If you meet a woman who is interested, you may succeed, but if you make a mistake, you may be scolded or even beaten and punished! But there is no need to worry at this moment. Open your hands, push the white and tender parts on both sides to the middle, and squeeze and pinch them.
Ye Ziyan's buttocks were already perky and firm, and after being kneaded, they became even tighter, like kneading dough. I couldn't help but kiss them affectionately.
I gently bit her with my teeth, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Seeing her body relax, I followed her upturned buttocks and gently squeezed her legs, pressing down like a massage until I stopped at her delicate feet.
She gently swayed her neck comfortably, as if asleep.
I seized the opportunity to climb onto the bed, gently pinched the soles and insteps of her feet, and slowly massaged them back.
With her shapely buttocks and slender waist, I don't know if it was her doing or what, but she refused to turn around. I had no choice but to hold her jade-like shoulders and press down on her from behind.
"Mmm!" Perhaps she hadn't expected it, she gave a soft, coquettish hum and turned to turn around.
But it was too late. After suppressing it for so long, I couldn't hold back anymore, I couldn't control it.
Besides, I think this is also quite fun. I held her pert buttocks, opened her legs, tightened my spear, and probed into her cave.
Now that things have come to this, there's nothing she can do but hug her pillow and passively endure it.
As she thrust, she slowly relaxed, her hand that had been pressing on her shapely buttocks sliding up to her pink shoulders, kneading them, gently biting the back of her neck, and kissing her snowy back.
She gradually became intoxicated, panting, like a small fish being held captive, gently twisting her body, but powerless to do anything about it.
He brushed her long hair aside, rowed vigorously, and gently bit the back of her ear. His hands slid from her shoulders to her pressed chest, and although he couldn't rub it, he could still gently pinch it.
She rested her head on the pillow she was hugging tightly, as if lost in reverie, breathing heavily and laughing softly with the wind and rain.
His hand also reached behind me, gently stroking and kneading my buttocks.
Although I couldn't see her expression, I could sense her needs from the force of her touch.
As the oars moved back and forth, the lake surface crackled and splashed, creating waves and spraying water. The sky gradually darkened, as if a storm was about to break and the weather was about to change.
We are captivated by the scenery before us, and we also hope for a spring rain to nourish all things and quench the thirst in our hearts.
He wrapped his left arm around her neck, held her right shoulder, and stabilized her body, then rowed even more vigorously.
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