Hearing Lin Yiren’s call, and seeing her charming yet captivating expression, the longing that Xu Wendong had suppressed deeply for years also surged and burned.

His eyes lit up, his mouth dry and his breathing becoming more rapid.

The room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the dim lights draping over the soft bed, as if putting a veil over the private space, adding to the dreamlike haze.

Lin Yiren lay supine on the bed, her ink-like hair spread freely, a few strands playfully resting against her flushed cheeks, further enhancing her snow-like skin.

Her eyes were half-closed, amidst the flow of her gaze there seemed to be shimmering autumn water, brimming with endless allure and charm.

Her slightly parted red lips appeared to silently issue an enticing invitation, the breath she exhaled carried a burning heat, blending with the quiet yet tension-filled ambiance.

Xu Wendong’s eyes sparkled with intense desire, his waist thrust suddenly, advancing straight in, entering that mysterious place that haunted his dreams.

The scorching and tight feeling instantly enveloped him, releasing in an instant the fatigue of eighteen years spent wandering.

"Mmm~~~"

At the moment Xu Wendong entered Lin Yiren’s body.

Lin Yiren immediately let out a high-pitched, winding, and soul-stirring moan, the sound full of extreme bashfulness and unrestrained indulgence.

Recklessly echoing in the quiet bedroom space, as if trying to break through the confines of the room, declaring their blazing passion to the entire world.

"Wendong, you are finally back, these eighteen years, sister-in-law has missed you at every moment." Lin Yiren’s face was suffused with deep love.

She looked joyfully at the man lying on top of her, both body and soul extraordinarily satisfied.

"Sister-in-law, I missed you too, missed you so much!" Xu Wendong’s face was full of affection, slowly moving, continuously entering and exiting her tender place.

He had been away for eighteen years, during which he wasn’t lacking women, wherever he went, many beautiful women of various types would appear around him.

However...

No woman could replace Lin Yiren’s place in his heart.

Initially, they were immersed in the most traditional position of union, Xu Wendong’s rhythm was powerful and deep, each thrust seemed to narrate the longing and desire for Lin Yiren over these eighteen years.

Lin Yiren’s response was passionate and enchanting, her waist, like a lively water snake, gently wiggled to match Xu Wendong’s pace, her hands tightly clung to his arms, fingertips slightly exerting force, as if conveying her own surging passion from the depths of her heart.

In this ancient and classic position, they felt the purest intimacy with each other, as if time stood still at this moment, only two burning hearts violently thumping, the fusion of body and soul on the small bed composing a symphony of primal love.

Moments later.

Lin Yiren’s eyes flashed with a hint of cunning and allure, she gently pushed Xu Wendong away, then turned over to kneel on the bed, her rounded hips lifted high, forming an enticing curve like a ripe peach ready to be picked.

Xu Wendong understood, entering her again from behind, this new position brought a different stimulation and closeness for both.

Lin Yiren’s moans became more urgent, her back curved like a beautiful bowstring, head tilted back, long hair cascading down, like a dynamic and alluring picture.

At this time, the air in the room seemed to become more scorching and thick, every breath like inhaling and exhaling the flames of desire.

The sound of skin slapping was incessant.

Xu Wendong’s hands tightly gripped Lin Yiren’s waist, feeling the strength and elasticity beneath the supple skin.

His gaze firmly locked on Lin Yiren’s back, her figure ebbing with motion igniting his desire fiercer, as if pouring out all longing and love of eighteen years at this moment.

Next, they shifted to a side-lying position, Lin Yiren’s leg draped over Xu Wendong’s waist, their bodies closely touching.

Xu Wendong’s hands freely roamed every inch of Lin Yiren’s skin, from her tender chest to her thighs, each touch drawing soft gasps from Lin Yiren.

Their movements became gentler and slower, as if savoring the forbidden yet fiery emotions.

In this side-lying intimacy, they could clearly see each other’s expressions, filled with love, desire, and a barely noticeable shyness.

Lin Yiren’s fingers lightly traced over Xu Wendong’s chest, feeling his firm muscles and strong heartbeat, her eyes showing a hint of satisfaction and intoxication.

As if at this moment, the entire world was reduced to just the two of them, all external disturbances ceased to exist.

With the escalation of passion, they tried the face-to-face sitting position, Lin Yiren’s legs wrapped around Xu Wendong’s waist, her arms around his neck, their gazes tightly interlinked.

In this position, their movements became gentler and more heartfelt, as if narrating through body fusion the yearning and love of eighteen years.

Xu Wendong gently caressed Lin Yiren’s cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that overflowed due to passion, their breaths merging, lips occasionally gently touching, occasionally kissing fervently.

At this moment, the room was filled with a tranquil yet intense atmosphere, as if time had stopped for their love, leaving only this endless tenderness and sweetness.

In the alternation of various positions, both their bodies and souls seemed swept into a storm of extreme pleasure.

Xu Wendong’s breathing grew rapid and heavy, forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat, cascading down his cheeks, falling onto Lin Yiren’s chest, blending with her equally fragrant and sweaty skin, indistinguishably.

Lin Yiren’s hair was long in disarray, a few strands adhered to her flushed face like a ripe apple, resembling an erotic painting full of life and color.

Each change of position provided a distinctly different experience, both of their bodies and souls experiencing unprecedented satisfaction.

As time passed, Xu Wendong felt a familiar flutter, that familiar sensation making his breath more rapid, his waist quickened its thrusts.

Meanwhile.

Lin Yiren also felt Xu Wendong’s storm-like onslaught, making her breathing rapid, mouth issuing high-pitched and satisfied moans: "Faster... a little faster... love me harder..."

Xu Wendong held his breath, starting the sprint, ultimately releasing all the scorching heat and longing for his sister-in-law.

The burning akin to flames surged into Lin Yiren, causing her sensual body to tremble continuously, brows revealing an expression of contentment and joy!