[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - 7

(17)

The next picture stunned me. Chloe's brows were slightly furrowed, her cheeks were sunken, and she struggled to lift her head off the pillow. Her rosy lips were parted in an "O" shape, filled with a dark, almost completely engorged penis. The image was utterly obscene. My already aroused lower body twitched uncontrollably, and a stream of fluid gushed out.
John, who was watching with me, said smugly, "I've never seen anyone use their mouth like her."
I suppressed the urge to learn the details, looked up at the radiant Chloe on the dance floor, and then at her seductive appearance in the photo. I felt my mouth dry and my heart itching unbearably, so I quickly turned the page.
The next picture did not disappoint. In the photo, Chloe was kneeling on the bed, her limbs supporting her body. Her beautiful hair was scattered across her forehead, and her two heavy breasts drooped naturally like bells, making her appear even more plump and proud. Her back slumped slightly at her narrow waist, accentuating her high, protruding buttocks. Behind her slender waist, two rounded buttocks slanted dramatically to the sides at her hips. I could almost imagine my hands encircling those curves, rhythmically pulling her body towards my lower body…
“What a devilish figure!” I exclaimed involuntarily, greedily staring at every detail in the photo.
John responded with a sound, but I didn’t quite catch what he said.
Constantly reminding myself to avoid losing control, I reluctantly flipped to the next picture, but it wasn’t Chloe anymore. The image showed Qingyi (John’s new wife), dressed elegantly, sitting at a small round table, smiling sweetly at the camera, a cup of coffee in front of her. Before I could even get a good look, John snatched the phone away: “Okay, okay, that’s all.”
Seeing his rather strong reaction, I was momentarily puzzled, thinking I’d seen Qingyi before, and quickly dismissed the thought. After the intense stimulation subsided, I slumped back onto the sofa, my mind still replaying the details of each photo. I looked at John enviously and said, "Wow! Boss, top-notch! Top-notch!"
John smiled contentedly and said, "I'm thinking of buying a house on Xianxia Road so she can live there."
I felt a pang of envy. This life with one wife and one concubine was many men's dream, especially with Qingyi's gentle sweetness and Chloe's youthful heat—truly a feast for the eyes.
Seeing my absent-minded look, John, as if to comfort me, said, "Your girlfriend is hot too!"
I turned to look at Jing, who was still flirting on the dance floor, and my smile returned. "Yeah, she's alright."
John lazily leaned back, seemingly casually adding, "She looks great in photos too."
I glanced at John, thinking, what kind of photos are you talking about? I replied ambiguously, "Indeed."
John didn't say anything, just grinned at me.
I laughed and scolded, "I don't have any explicit photos on my phone for you to see!"
Despite John seeming drunk, his mind was still clear: "Oh! Looks like they're all at home."
I thought to myself, "You little rascal, trying to trade my wife for your fuck buddy's photos? I guess I'm getting the short end of the stick." But seeing his woman's naked body made me feel a little embarrassed. Suddenly, I thought, "Isn't it usually my thing that I'd love to see Jing exposed? Why am I hesitant?
" Just as I was wondering how to respond, I heard a shout: "Move aside! Move aside..." It was Jing and the other two returning. I breathed a sigh of relief and moved my legs to let them sit down.
"Ugh! It's so hot!" Jing chattered restlessly, fidgeting, sometimes pulling her long hair back, sometimes fanning herself with a small napkin. Seeing no breeze, she simply pulled up her shirt to blow air in. She didn't seem to realize it, but to me, it was practically seduction. John and Xiaofeng, though not exactly losing their composure, couldn't help but glance at her.
Chloe seemed to have suddenly become good friends with Jing, and was also saying it was quite hot. John solicitously handed her a glass of Whiska green tea with lots of ice, which she downed in one gulp.
"Look!" Jing immediately noticed, "Why didn't you pour me one?"
I smiled wryly at John, who was trying hard to suppress his laughter, and said, "I... I was worried you'd drink too much!" I looked at the others for help. Chloe smiled at me for the first time, her eyes holding a hint of allure. My heart skipped a beat, and the image of her with her slender waist and plump hips, completely naked, from the photo flashed through my mind. I felt a surge of heat and returned the smile.
John immediately poured another glass and handed it to Jing, "Here, here, beautiful lady, drink this." Jing glared at me, took it, and downed it in one gulp as well. She might have drunk too fast, because she suddenly stopped coughing. I patted her back, amused, "Oh! Okay, okay..."
Jing finally caught her breath and turned to me, saying, "What? I'm not drunk!"
I thought to myself, I didn't say you were drunk, so this must mean you really are. Even Xiao Feng glanced at Jing. I decided to be provocative and said, "Don't bother! Do you want me to carry you back later?"
Jing snorted and poured herself and Chloe another glass, spilling a little over the edge. "Ignore this guy, let's drink!"
I saw Xiao Feng seemed about to say something, but he held back. John lay half-reclined on the sofa, looking at Jing ambiguously, then grinned at me. I thought to myself, "Who's afraid of who?" I raised my glass and downed a full cup in front of everyone, then immediately poured myself another…
Everything seemed to move in fast-forward, yet also in slow motion, fragmented perceptions filled with unrestrained laughter, the swaying of the taxi, Jing leaning weakly against me as she staggered along, then suddenly collapsing to the ground, the hotel staff's astonished expressions…
In my dazed state, I only felt incredibly thirsty. I struggled to sit up to find water, but in the dim light, I realized I was in an unfamiliar room. On the left side of the bed, half-sitting up, Jing lay unconscious, her clothes disheveled. A little further on was another bed, with two heads vaguely visible through the bulging sheets. The only sound in the room was breathing.
I paused, then slowly remembered that this was John's hotel room. Xiao Feng had gone home around 1 a.m., and Jing and I had somehow ended up with John and the others. We'd apparently said we'd drink something when we got back, but I didn't know what time it was.
My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, but my mind was still a blur. Unable to find water, I went to the bathroom first. Finally, I found two bottles of water by the sink and gulped down half of one. Then, as if sleepwalking, I went back and collapsed onto the bed.
I glanced at Jing beside me; she wasn't covered, her upper body was mostly exposed, and her deep cleavage was clearly visible as she lay on her side. I considered covering her, but the sheets were already under us. I stared blankly at her, then gradually drifted back to sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but I heard rustling sounds. Just as I was drifting off, I suddenly heard a low breathing sound. This sound triggered an instinctive reaction, and I woke up with a start. Instinctively, I controlled myself to remain motionless, not even changing the rhythm of my breathing, focusing intently on the sounds coming from my right. I
vaguely heard John and Chloe whispering, followed by the rustling of the sheets, and then there seemed to be no more movement, only the heavy breathing of the two people. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I seemed to hear a soft smacking sound. Though faint, it was jarring in the quiet room, making the two of them seem to hold their breath. A guess immediately formed in my mind, and a surge of heat rushed to my lower body; I even became hard.
The two were quiet for a moment, and seeing no reaction, they seemed to exhale a sigh of relief and resumed their activities. Perhaps due to increased saliva, the sounds of their tongues and lips became increasingly clear, making me unbearably aroused. At this time, a faint light still shone through the window, but Jing, lying on her side, blocked my view, so I couldn't see anything.
After a while, I heard a movement sound and two brief whispers. After a moment of silence, I heard Chloe let out a suppressed groan. I had no more doubts; I knew that the two of them had started doing it in front of Jing and me, who were both asleep. I felt incredibly excited.
Out of consideration for us, they didn't dare to be too unrestrained. Listening to the slight creaking of the mattress, they moved extremely slowly, almost inaudibly, only their breathing becoming increasingly clear. I imagined the passion beneath the sheets, my eyes drawn to Jing's vast expanse of snow-white breasts. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them, but then felt uncomfortable under her bra. So, I boldly pulled the front of Jing's strapless top down to her breasts, revealing her black half-bra. I gently caressed her delicate breasts while listening to the sounds from the opposite bed.
By now, the two were reaching their climax; the shaking of the mattress, the collision of their bodies, and their still suppressed but clearly audible panting nakedly revealed their state. I fantasized about Chloe's alluring body and seductive expression, the endless pleasure her lower body was giving the man beside me. I gradually closed my eyes, imagining myself caressing Chloe's breasts, and the moans I heard were her responses to my caresses, her seductive whispers…
Just as my mind wandered, I felt a slight movement. I opened my eyes, now accustomed to the darkness, and saw her eyelashes trembling slightly. My hand paused, then resumed its previous caresses of Chloe's breasts. Gradually, I felt her breathing become less even; her nostrils flared slightly with each deep breath.
I wondered, had she woken up? I tentatively slipped two fingers inside her bra, pinching her nipple and twisting it. Sure enough, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were experiencing some discomfort. I found it amusing, but without saying anything, a thought of humiliating her arose in my mind.
The CK bra she was wearing today was one I bought for her; it was one of the few front-hoop bras she owned. With the smallest possible movement (it takes years of practice for one minute on stage, and I practiced this move for a long time), before Jing could decide whether to break free from her feigned sleep, I untied her bra.
With a very soft "snap," two heavy breasts immediately sprang out, their pink nipples peeking out from under the black fabric. Although Jing tried her best to control herself, her expression instantly tensed, and a touching blush spread across her face. Seeing Jing's breasts exposed three feet away from others, I felt an indescribable pleasure in my lower body. I reached out and cupped one of her soft breasts, playing with it.
Jing's breasts were as plump and soft as a young woman's, her nipples erect under my teasing. I pinched her clitoris between my index finger and thumb and quickly rubbed it, causing her body to tremble involuntarily. Knowing she was particularly sensitive under the aphrodisiac atmosphere behind me, I carefully played with her delicate areas using various techniques. Sure enough, after a while, she couldn't help but half-open her mouth and pant slightly.
A moment later, I changed my gestures, my fingertips tracing circles of varying sizes down Jing's chest and abdomen, pausing briefly at her navel before moving downwards. Just as I reached a small patch of pubic hair on her lower abdomen, my hand was caught by the hem of her short skirt. Everything was as I expected. In the limited space, I maneuvered my fingers above Jing's private parts, sometimes lingering on the grass, sometimes trying to reach inside, only to be completely blocked just before touching her vulva, feigning anxious groping. Each time, I watched Jing's unbearable expression, carefully appreciating and savoring her desire.
After several repetitions, Jing finally surrendered. I felt her soft little hand brush against my arm, and she actually unbuttoned her short skirt, stopping at the zipper. She bit her lip, still refusing to open her eyes with a reserved air, but her face was burning uncontrollably.
Seeing this, I was overjoyed. Silently, I pulled down her zipper, reached inside her skirt, and grasped her private parts through her panties. Jing tilted her head back slightly, her mouth half-open, and her lower body twitched slightly. Then, I felt a dampness in the lace fabric in my hand. I waited for the rhythm to subside slightly before using one finger to lift the fabric at the crotch, and using two other fingers to hook it towards her sensitive spot, causing Jing to tremble again. She felt a slippery wetness where she touched, without any resistance. Seeing her so aroused, I began to tease and caress her delicate petals.
After a while, Jing's expression grew increasingly restless, yet she remained silent. Suddenly, she reached out and grasped my genitals, kneading and feeling my hardness. Seemingly unsatisfied, she started to unzip my pants. Afraid of being heard by John and Chloe, I quickly withdrew my hand and helped her. Her delicate hand slipped directly into my underwear, tightly gripping my penis. At that moment, I felt my long-suppressed body finally needing comfort; the sensation was indescribable.
Jing laboriously pulled my penis out of my tight underwear. I arched my back, took a breath, and tightened my stomach before she finally managed to pull it all the way out. Jing gently stroked my penis, finally opening her eyes to look at me. I gestured towards the direction behind her, and we both smiled silently, enjoying each other's caresses.
At this moment, John and Chloe seemed to be losing control even more; their moans could be clearly heard in the quiet room. Chloe's moans were particularly distinctive, each one almost impossible to discern as either pleasure or masochism, yet each one tickled the heart, igniting a man's passion.
The vibrato in her moans grew longer and longer, finally punctuated by a few crisp sounds of flesh colliding, interspersed with a few low growls muffled by the man's voice, both of them panting as they calmed down.
This prevented Jing and me from continuing, but thankfully the room was still dark, and with our clothes covering us, even if they went to the bathroom, it shouldn't be noticed. However, they seemed exhausted, their breathing gradually evening out as they drifted off to sleep.
Their commotion, however, completely banished my sleepiness, leaving me feeling half-asleep, suspended in mid-air, with a strong urge in my lower body. I opened my eyes to look at Jing, only to find her eyes shining brightly in the darkness, staring at me. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled gently, and then I felt a pinch on my penis. This sudden, proactive teasing shattered my remaining rationality. I instinctively reached out to turn her body. Jing struggled a few times, but finally turned her back to me.
I rolled up the back of her skirt with my left hand, pulled out my penis, and pressed it against her lower body, trying to be as silent as possible as I rubbed it between her buttocks. Suddenly, through the cotton of her panties, I touched a depression, and I felt Jing arch her back, her buttocks initially pulling away slightly, then moving towards me instead.
I knew I had touched her sensitive spot, so I kept subtly adjusting my position and angle, focusing on that spot as I thrust. Suddenly, I shifted, and Jing immediately reached her hand from between her legs to cover my glans, pressing it down to prevent it from escaping.
After a while, seeing that the time was right, I used two fingers to pry open the crotch of her panties, positioning them against her labia, and pressed the glans against the entrance of her vagina, ready to thrust. Jing still retained a sliver of consciousness, covering the entrance with one hand to prevent me from succeeding. She even tried to move forward slightly, but I quickly pulled her away from me, pulling her hips back as well. With a thrust, although I wasn't quite aiming correctly, her lower body was already overflowing with fluids, allowing me to finish in one go. My glans instantly slid into her wet, tight, and hot cavity.
Although it was a situation where I absolutely couldn't make a sound, Jing couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Realizing what had happened, she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, muffled the rest of the sound with a "mmm..." in her palm. As I was about to pull away, she grabbed my arm, turning her head slightly. In the darkness, I could vaguely see her shaking her head anxiously, signaling me not to.
I knew she was afraid of being overheard or seen, so I paused for a moment, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "Was it exciting listening to them having sex?"
Seeing that I wasn't insisting, Jing relaxed, her expression immediately lightening. She half-turned her face and whispered, "They're so bold!"
"Never heard anything like this before, have you?" I laughed, giving her a quick, forceful thrust. Jing smiled silently, her tight, layered muscles contracting and squeezing me.
Seeing her teasing, I gently thrust my abdomen in and out, giving her a light jolt. To distract her, I whispered, "If we sleep in a room with them now, two men and two women, the staff might think we're doing wife-swapping!" Jing turned her face away shyly, but didn't speak.
I leaned closer again and said, "John asked me last night if I had any revealing photos of you! I think he's got his eye on you." Of course, I didn't mention that John had shown me Chloe's nude photos.
"You men are all the same!" Jing said feigned anger, then nervously lowered her voice and said, "You didn't show him, did you?"
I quickly denied it, saying, "Where would I have one?" Then, with a sly grin, I half-jokingly said, "If I did, maybe I'd show off your fair skin." I nudged her again.
"You dare?"
"He kept praising your beauty last night. If I hadn't been there, he would have definitely tried to seduce you." I deliberately provoked Jing's vanity. "Hmph..." Jing feigned modesty.
"How about I grant his wish?"
"That depends on whether I'm willing." Jing smiled and glanced at me.
I thought to myself, if she doesn't say no, then there's plenty of fun. I stared at her and said boldly, "Maybe one day I'll conspire with him to get you drunk and let him touch you from head to toe."
At this, Jing shuddered and closed her eyes.
Seeing her agitated, I began to move my lower body rapidly, continuing, "Want me to pin you down on the bed so he can admire your naked body and then caress your whole body..."
Jing kept her eyes closed, her small nostrils twitching slightly.
"Want to lie on the bed, spread your legs, and let him gently kiss your little sister..."
Jing's face showed a slight look of distress, and she turned her head away, biting her lip.
"Want to have an affair with him in a hotel, and be pinned down and fucked by him?"
Jing finally couldn't resist my teasing, and turned halfway around, asking for a kiss while saying, "Fuck me!"

(18)

After a quick wash in the morning, Jing and I said goodbye to John and Chloe, and prepared to go home.
Chloe's expression was very natural, but looking at John's somewhat cunning and smug eyes, I thought he had probably heard Jing and me's live show. No wonder, Jing doesn't really control her volume when she's close to her climax.
After leaving the room, Jing and I couldn't help but smile at each other. Jing then put on a serious face and said, "It's all your fault, they must have heard us!"
"Anyway, we heard them too, so we're even." I said with a grin, and pinched her plump buttocks, and Jing's face couldn't hold back anymore.
In the taxi, they inevitably reminisced about the previous night. The two of them whispered and giggled in the back seat
, drawing frequent glances from the driver in the rearview mirror.
When they arrived home, they found Xiaofeng had almost finished packing. A large suitcase sat in the living room, and Jing exclaimed, "Oh! Leaving so soon?" Just then, Xiaofeng came out of his room carrying two bags. I stood to the side watching the siblings talk, my only thought being to get some more sleep. Fortunately, Xiaofeng didn't have much stuff, and he insisted we didn't need to see him off, so Jing relented, saying, "You go ahead, we'll come back in a couple of days."
We helped Xiaofeng carry a few bags and saw him to the car. Watching him wave at us through the glass, seemingly reluctant to leave, I thought, 'Don't worry, we still have time to play with your sister.' Thinking of the lewd sounds I'd heard through the door that night, I found myself hard again. After
eating a few bites of the beef noodles delivered from the restaurant downstairs, I stared at the two steamed buns in front of me, my mind drifting away.
"What are you doing?" Jing walked over and sat down, preparing to eat her rice ball and fried dough sticks.
I snapped out of my reverie, a sly grin creeping onto my face. "Look at those two steamed buns, they're just as white and round as some parts of your body."
Jing scoffed, "Pervert! All you ever think about is that."
"Ha, didn't you think about that this morning too? You were so horny just now, and now you're all serious." I stared at her and laughed.
"Go to hell!" Despite her sharp tongue, Jing's expression was still a little embarrassed.
"Wife, now we have some alone time again, no worries!"
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to fuck you in Xiaofeng's room."
"Dream on!" "
While we're fucking, I'll make you tell me how you got him to fuck you in that room."
Jing blushed at the mention of it, a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm ignoring you!" With that, she grabbed her rice ball and went to sit down at the computer desk, opening her favorite QQ.
...
Monday is always depressing. I had just arrived at the office this morning, and I still had dozens of emails in my inbox to check when Hana called to say she'd received another offer and would be resigning after a few more weeks.
She's not particularly attractive, but as my assistant, she's been quite competent at her job. But everyone wants something better, so I could only wish her good luck.
I told William and Anne, the HR manager, about the situation, and Anne suggested I talk to Helen (yes, the Helen I "bumped into" on the subway) to find a replacement. The thought of having a chance to get closer to her made me a little happier, though of course, I didn't let Anne notice.
Not long after, Helen called, asking me to send her a job description. I deliberately sent her a vague one, and when she called back, I said in a very natural tone, "I'm about to have a meeting now, how about we have lunch together, and I'll explain my requirements to you in detail." She hesitated for a moment on the other end of the line, but I still got the answer I wanted. After hanging up, I smiled slightly.
Sitting in my usual small but decent restaurant downstairs from the office, I waited impatiently. Helen was already ten minutes late. I took out my phone and dialed her extension, but no one answered. Just as I was about to order, the glass door opened, and her slender figure hesitated for a moment before noticing my seat and hurrying over.
Helen blushed slightly and said a little embarrassed that she was late. I gently said it was okay, and we casually ordered a set meal and started talking. We started by discussing specific work-related topics, gradually shifting to personal matters. I could tell that although she hadn't been there long, she already had good and bad opinions about her superiors and colleagues, but since we weren't close, we didn't delve into anything deeper.
As we finished eating, I felt the atmosphere was relatively harmonious, so I took out my phone and said, "I might be going on a business trip soon. Here's my number; contact me anytime if you have any questions about the recruitment." She responded. Before she could fully prepare herself, I said, "What's your number? I'll call you now, then you'll have mine." She glanced at me indifferently, making me a little uneasy, then gave me her number in a slightly stiff tone. I pretended not to notice, thinking that things should be done one step at a time.
Not long after returning to the company, I received a call from Nikki.
"Who did you have lunch with?" Nikki's tone was a little curt.
"Helen from HR! Hana is leaving, and I need to hire an assistant."
"Do you have to go out to talk about this?" Nikki quickly added, "Never mind, who you have lunch with is none of my business." With that, she hung up.
I was a little amused, thinking, "You're quick to get information!" Remembering all the kindness she had shown me, I dialed back.
"Hello..." The phone rang four times before she answered, her voice cold.
"What's wrong?"
She was silent for a moment. "Helen was someone I introduced to the company." She paused and continued, "She told me about you asking her for her phone number."
My face flushed, and I changed the subject, "Is she your friend?"
"We were classmates in high school." Just as I was happy that she didn't mention the phone number again, Nikki asked, "Do you like her?"
"What?!" I quickly retorted, "We've only just met."
"I know you well enough. If you didn't have feelings for her, you would never have asked her out to dinner, let alone asked for her phone number."
I was speechless for a moment, weakly offering a few words of explanation before comforting her, "Don't be angry! Have dinner with me tonight, and I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"I don't care."
"Then you treat me to dinner." I relaxed my tone, "Didn't you say you'd make me soup?"
At this, Nikki finally remembered something that had made her happy: "Hmph, it's expired."
Although she said that, her tone was noticeably lighter, then she said quietly, "Don't even think about it, she won't be interested in you. Let me tell you, her family is very rich, and she said you're obviously not a good man."
I was thoughtful, not in a hurry to get more information from her, and after a few more sweet words, I finally appeased Nikki, agreeing to have lunch together the next day.
In the afternoon, I settled down and took care of some things, quite efficiently, finishing my tasks for the day just after five o'clock. This got a bit boring, and I absentmindedly looked at some documents before finally logging onto QQ. As soon as I went online, I received an offline text from my "trainer": "Your wife will initiate sex tonight. You can guide her to fantasize about being humiliated by me."
I always found it particularly exciting to secretly see erotic content at work, especially since it involved Jing.
I was thrilled, wondering when they had chatted again and how things were going. My "trainer" wasn't online, so I couldn't ask immediately. I fantasized and anticipated Jing's passion that night, and I couldn't help but get an erection.
When I got home from work, I heard Jing humming a song in the kitchen. Hearing me, she started talking: "Honey, I bought some cooked groceries. We just need to stir-fry a vegetable dish and we can have dinner. Open that bottle of red wine on the table!"
I saw a bottle of wine on the table, and upon picking it up, I saw it was Bordeaux. I smiled and asked, "Why are you in such a good mood today?"
Jing giggled, put on an apron, and jumped out of the kitchen, her hands still wet, and rubbed against me: "I just want to be nice to you, honey..."
I thought, why is she so clingy today? I hugged her and gave her a quick kiss, then reached down and touched her. Surprisingly, Jing didn't pull away.
"Want to?"
"Mmm..." Jing leaned softly against me.
'Looks like the training instructor was right,' I thought.
An ambiguous atmosphere fermented during dinner, but I refrained from asking about their conversation.
"Xiao Feng's not here today, it feels like someone's missing."
"Yeah! I'll go see him in the next couple of days."
"Delivering goods to your door, huh?" I teased.
"Get lost!"
...
"You seem to be leaving work early lately," I said.
"Yeah, I got a new boss recently, he leaves on time every day, so I don't have to stay."
"Oh, how's the new boss?"
"He's alright, pretty handsome, I heard he's a returnee from overseas."
"Oh."
...
After dinner, I washed the dishes myself, and surprisingly, none of them were broken. As I dried my hands and tried to push open the bedroom door, Jing blocked it halfway open.
"Hey! Don't come in yet, I'm changing."
"Damn, we're an old married couple, what's there to be shy about?"
"No... go take a shower first!"
I wondered what was going on, yet I was also a little excited, and turned back to the bathroom.
The shampoo foam blocked most of my senses, and I could only feel the powerful spray of the showerhead washing away the day's fatigue.
"Hi~~" A coquettish, drawn-out voice startled me from my reverie. I rinsed off, half-opening my eyes a little embarrassed, and saw Jing smilingly lifting the shower curtain to look at me.
Jing was wearing makeup, which made her lips appear even redder and her skin even whiter, her eyes brighter and more alluring, exuding a thousand kinds of charm. My gaze was then drawn downwards, and I saw that she was wearing a red embroidered bodice, her two high, rounded breasts squeezing out of the diamond-shaped edges in an alluring curve, her nipples standing out prominently under the thin silk. The red cord wrapped around her waist and hips, making her look even more erotic. The hem of her bodice was slender, partially concealing her seemingly naked lower body. Her two snow-white thighs were pressed together, as if slowly swaying. She wore a pair of red high-heeled sandals, revealing ten delicate toes. This body, from head to toe, was alluring; she was truly a rare beauty.
Jing seemed to feel the heat of my gaze lingering on her sensitive areas, and let out a soft moan, saying coquettishly, "How can you look at me like that?" Her voice was full of provocation.
I sighed, "You little slut, you're so wanton, dressed so provocatively to seduce men."
"Don't you like me being provocative?" Jing intensified her actions, putting a slender finger in her mouth, gently sucking on it, her eyes fixed on me as if they were about to drip water.
"Fuck! Go back to bed and I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning."
"Who said you could fuck me? I'm just letting you watch, not touch me."
I couldn't take it anymore, so I quickly washed myself clean, grabbed a towel, and chased after Jing, who was laughing and running towards the bedroom.

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