"Words alone don’t mean anything, how can I trust you won’t do something foolish again?"

I let out a soft hum, savoring her two perky peaches endlessly.

We’ve been intimately involved before.

But this kind of uninhibited indulgence is a first.

Soon, my passion ignites further, and my hands fall onto her abdomen, her thighs.

"Mmm, what should I do to make you believe?"

Ning Xuan moans softly, twisting.

Her interactions with me have always had Li Fengdie setting the stage.

But now it’s just the two of us alone.

This makes her especially shy and uncomfortable.

And yet, the pleasure I provide is intensely exquisite and beautiful.

The primitive desire within her body is being unearthed bit by bit, completely unstoppable.

"That’s simple, just show me you’ve completely let go."

After wandering over her body for a while, I finally locate the zipper of her dress.

As I pull it down, her alluring figure is gradually revealed.

Ning Xuan shivers slightly.

She seems to realize something.

Yet she doesn’t resist, only biting her lip, her expression complex.

"Zhang Yang, if I do that with you, does it mean I’ve truly let go?"

"Pretty much, the quickest way to let go of someone is to embrace someone else!"

I gently coax her, while tugging her dress down to her ankles.

Her sleek and elegant form is now completely visible.

A masterpiece of divine craftsmanship!

The only remaining layer of modesty is a bikini-style low-rise panties.

This type of panties has very little fabric, fits extremely snugly, and almost only covers the vital parts.

Besides forming a perfect triangle area, it particularly highlights her figure and shape.

The material is especially a lightweight silk that is not only smooth but seems to breathe.

Soon, a seductive fragrance wafts irresistibly from her panties.

I take a light sniff, and a flame ignites in my heart.

As Ning Xuan’s husband is abroad, her body longs for satisfaction.

Stimulated continuously by me, she has long felt a yearning.

Before I even make the next move, her panties are already drenched, rapidly preparing for what’s to come.

"Wait, Zhang Yang, Fengdie won’t mind, would she?"

Ning Xuan takes a deep breath, trying to regain some rationality.

But seeing the big tent on my trousers.

She can’t suppress her inner desires, her eyes filled with anticipation, like a flood breaking through a dam.

"She was the one who called me today, do you think she’d mind?"

I speak while laying a hand on her panties.

The smoothness brought by the silk is even more wonderful than skin.

This long-dried place has a tempting magic power that entices deeper.

"Ahh, Zhang Yang, shouldn’t you call Fengdie to confirm, ah, no, don’t stop."

At first, Ning Xuan hesitates, feeling conflicted.

But as my hand moves gradually, her voice turns into a yearning moan.

Her young, tender neck arches back, her beautiful shoulders clenching slightly, hands clutching at the sofa cushions by her waist.

Her lips bitten into a lovely wave-like shape.

Her eyes reflect a helpless obsession, letting the expressions of ecstasy and desire completely unfurl.

I pause for a moment, surprised to find Ning Xuan’s arousal surpasses even Li Fengdie.

Her increasingly damp panties continue to release a strong fragrance.

Almost instinctively, I follow the source, burying my face down...