Playboy in the City-Chapter 31: Fill Up, Eat Well, and Go Home

At this moment, Ma Xiaorong’s moans were very loud. She seemed to have cast all cares aside, not minding at all that the person on the phone was her husband.

Letting out a breath, Chen Yang felt his scalp tingle from the stimulation. He thrust deep and hard, pulling her delicate pink flesh with him as glistening moisture flowed endlessly.

"Hmph, you slut," Chen Xiaoguang sneered, not believing her for a second. "The hospital director would be interested in you? Stop dreaming. I bet you got horny at work and are just playing with yourself. Hurry up and finish, then send me the money." After his cold words, he hung up.

"Mmm... Ahh... I’m... I’m going to die..." Ma Xiaorong’s phone fell to the ground. Her eyes rolled back as she clung to Chen Yang, her small, delicate body flushing red.

With a loud cry, she bit into Chen Yang’s shoulder, her entire body trembling and convulsing.

HISS! Chen Yang sucked in a breath of cold air. He could feel the scorching heat of his tip and the intense, gripping contractions of her delicate pink flesh. God, it feels so damn good.

Not only that, but a thick, cool stream of Yin Yuan also surged from his tip and directly into his Dantian. The Yin Yuan mixed with his Yang Yuan, revitalizing his energy.

Sensing the contractions tightening around him, Chen Yang accelerated again, fiercely conquering the glistening, tender flesh.

"No... Ah... I’m dying... Ugh... It’s... it’s happening again..." Ma Xiaorong thrashed her head wildly, her hair flying about. Her delicate body convulsed violently, as if she were being electrocuted. A closer look would reveal that despite her eyes rolling back, her expression was one of incredible satisfaction and blissful contentment.

For so many years, that impotent loser had never satisfied her, not even once. He couldn’t even get it in. But now, she had finally found the satisfaction she craved—a satisfaction so intense she felt like she would burst. She was madly in love with this big boy, Chen Yang.

Her nearly crazed moans and the rhythmic slapping sound echoed through the woods by the river.

Half an hour later, the fierce battle reached its true peak.

Ma Xiaorong lay on the cold hood of the car, her body swaying.

Chen Yang gritted his teeth, savoring the warm, slick, tight embrace as his hands gripped her slender, supple waist, thrusting fiercely. With each thrust, her flushed pink flesh was pulled taut, splattering slick fluids everywhere. Her soft breasts swayed back and forth with his accelerated thrusts, their movement creating another slapping sound in tandem with the rhythm below.

"Ah... I can’t take it... You’re going to fuck me to death..."

After about a hundred more thrusts, each one piercing deep into her inner palace, Ma Xiaorong’s body flushed a deep crimson. Her expression changed dramatically as she began to convulse once more.

At that same moment, Chen Yang also reached his peak. He accelerated one last time, gasping, "Aunt Xiao Rong, I’m coming... I’ll pull out..."

"Mmmph..." Ma Xiaorong felt the great dragon inside her stir and swell, threatening to burst. It stretched her just a little bit more, and the pleasure was overwhelming. "No... Don’t pull out... Shoot... Shoot inside me... Fill me completely..."

With a sudden burst of strength, she grabbed Chen Yang’s arm at her waist, preventing him from pulling out. Her beautiful Hua Rui had been dry for far too long; it desperately needed a nourishing rain to finally quench its thirst.

"Alright." Faced with the petite beauty’s demand, Chen Yang no longer hesitated. Casting aside all reservations, he gritted his teeth and resolved to satisfy her.

This time, he plunged even deeper into her hidden paradise. Aided by his speed, a distinct bulge quickly formed on Ma Xiaorong’s smooth, pale abdomen, a strikingly prominent sight.

SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH.

The continuous rhythm of their bodies slapping together sounded like rain pounding against a windowpane.

"Ah!" Finally, just as Ma Xiaorong’s eyes rolled back and her body convulsed violently one last time, Chen Yang also reached his zenith.

Two streams of searing heat intertwined and collided.

Feeling the scorching seed fill her, Ma Xiaorong felt as if her entire body was melting from the warmth. After so many lonely, empty years, she finally felt truly alive today.

She let out a long sigh, lying limp on the car’s hood, her fair body, now flushed red, still trembling.

POP! Completely satisfied and with his Dantian now full of rich Yin Yuan, Chen Yang withdrew. The sound of their separation was like a cork being pulled from a bottle.

"Mmm..." As the aching fullness inside her vanished, Ma Xiaorong whispered, her face a mask of sensual allure. "Don’t pull out... it will all spill out and go to waste..."

Chen Yang stood before the car, watching her. Her legs were still spread apart, the swollen butterfly between her thighs on full display. The pink Honey Spring had been stretched so wide that it couldn’t close. Even more enticingly, pearly white droplets began to gush out, trickling down from her reddened flesh.

"Huff... Little rascal... Feed me..." Ma Xiaorong weakly pleaded, feeling the fluid trickling out. Her face was flushed, and her hazy eyes were filled with longing for Chen Yang. Clearly, she didn’t want to waste a single drop of the precious essence Chen Yang had bestowed upon her.

"Aunt Xiao Rong, you’re still not satisfied?" Chen Yang asked, shaking his head with a smile. Internally, however, a wave of achievement washed over him. No man could refuse such a request.

"I’m... full down there... but... up here isn’t satisfied yet..." Ma Xiaorong said, licking her moist lips with her pink tongue.

"Alright." Chen Yang extended a finger, catching some of the flowing essence and bringing it to her lips.

"Mmm." The strong masculine scent spurred Ma Xiaorong to open her mouth and take his finger in. Her tongue curled around it, sucking on it with clear, satisfied enjoyment.

「...」

Half an hour later, they were driving down the highway. A well-nourished Ma Xiaorong, her face flushed and glowing, laughed as she drove Chen Yang home.

"Aunt Xiao Rong, did your husband really not find out?" Chen Yang asked curiously, leaning back in his seat as he recalled the stimulating phone call.

"If he finds out, he finds out. What’s the matter, are you scared?" Ma Xiaorong wasn’t concerned in the slightest. Now that she had Chen Yang, she was already planning to divorce that impotent loser. She would dedicate herself to serving Chen Yang alone, becoming his little slave girl.

"What would I be scared of? There’s nothing to fear!" Chen Yang shook his head. "I just thought it was really exciting, doing it while you were on the phone with your husband."

Hearing this, Ma Xiaorong shot Chen Yang a flirtatious glance. "You want something even more stimulating? Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll let you fuck me right in front of that impotent man. It’ll be absolutely exhilarating. What do you say?"

"Uh... I think I’ll pass." Chen Yang immediately backed down in the face of Ma Xiaorong’s bold proposition. After all, sleeping with a married woman in front of her husband was a bit much.

「...」

Watching Ma Xiaorong’s car leave the residential complex, Chen Yang smiled and turned to go upstairs. He didn’t have to work in the afternoon, so it was the perfect time to rest, refine the Yin Yuan, and strengthen his Yin Yang Harmony Power.

CLICK.

The moment he opened the door and saw the scene in the living room, Chen Yang was instantly dumbfounded...