The young married woman felt his lips brushing against her earlobe, his heavy breath tickling her soft, white earlobe. Liu Shuying let out a soft moan, her body tingling and weak as she nestled into his arms.
Feeling his increasingly tight embrace, clearly smelling his strong, masculine scent mixed with the smell of sweat, she half-heartedly allowed him to caress and knead her body, letting his large hands grasp and wildly squeeze her plump, round buttocks.
At the same time, she clearly felt his erection pressing hard against her flat, soft abdomen.
She felt her ears burning, her heart pounding, her mind racing, feeling his physical response, pressing against the crevice between her legs.
At this moment, so close, feeling his enormous male form, the young married woman couldn't help but marvel, her heart fluttering with desire.
Liu Shuying enjoyed Zhao An's skillful caresses and kneads, clearly feeling him leaning his entire body against hers.
Besides her full breasts being intentionally pressed and rubbed against his broad chest, what was even more shameful was the slit in the front of her red backless, low-cut dress, which had been lifted up.
His lustful hands wantonly caressed and kneaded her plump, rounded thighs encased in sheer black stockings, and then, inch by inch, invaded the alluring cleavage within her thong.
After Zhao An's provocation, Liu Shuying's will began to waver involuntarily. All her resentment and bitterness melted away under his loving caresses and teasing, leaving her breathless and panting.
Helplessly, she clung to Zhao An's broad shoulders, struggling to suppress her gasps and moans. Her movements were chaotic and weak, her steps feeble, and she could only involuntarily press herself against his body.
Her plump, white legs, encased in sheer black stockings, seemed to obediently part, allowing his lustful hands to penetrate deeper, more easily, more freely, and more wantonly. A constant, flowing stream of fluid soaked through her panties, her stockings, and even the hem of her red, backless, low-cut dress.
Under the large tree, Zhao An pressed tightly against Liu Shuying's delicate body. One hand continued to tease and provoke her entrance with unbridled passion, while the other gently caressed her cheek. Her short, beautiful hair was jet black and glossy, the ends curled gracefully, adding to her allure.
Her skin was creamy white and sweet, almost sickly beautiful. Her cheeks, soft and delicious like a pastry, framed mature and delicate features. Her alluring, watery eyes, paired with sensual lips painted bright red, made one want to take a bite.
Her long, white neck and full, firm breasts, almost bursting from her dress, accentuated her voluptuous, mature beauty, a sexy and alluring beauty, yet with an unusual air of dignity.
"Mmm!"
"Zhao An, you scoundrel, you devil, I want to bite you to death!"
Liu Shuying gritted her teeth in Zhao An's ear, even managing to bite his earlobe.
But her body's physiological responses had already betrayed her will. Her delicate hands unconsciously wrapped tightly around Zhao An's broad back, caressing his back up and down. Her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, involuntarily parted, and her moist passage involuntarily sucked at his fingers.
As his fingers writhed and spasmed, oh my god!
Has this almost obscene and humiliating hatred so easily transformed into desire?
Zhao An, of course, knew that Liu Shuying was gradually softening under his touch. He leisurely enjoyed watching the married woman continue her descent into depravity. Her gorgeous little dress revealed her smooth, lotus-root-like arms, and the thin shawl served only as decoration.
Her chiseled shoulders and smooth, bare back were completely exposed, the shallow heart-shaped neckline revealing her breasts, and a delicate necklace nestled perfectly between them.
A long, backless, satin red dress trailed on the ground, even the long, slender legs encased in red high heels and sheer black stockings were incredibly alluring.
The masculine heat of his body radiated a burning desire; even his breath on her neck was scorching. The strong scent of alcohol mingled with his body odor, the short hem against her soft skin—Liu Shuying trembled slightly. The long-lost yet familiar scent assaulted her senses once more, even through the thin, clinging fabric…
Zhao An skillfully caressed her breasts. The smooth texture of the fabric was completely different from a woman's skin, combining the softness of her breasts with a unique pleasure. A few drops of saliva moistened her breasts, revealing a seductive pink hue through the semi-transparent fabric.
"Ah…what do you want to do?"
Liu Shuying asked knowingly. She wasn't worried about being seen. Knowing Zhao An's character, his woman would never be touched by another.
He pressed himself against Liu Shuying, feeling the delicate body beneath him tremble slightly. Her body was supple and boneless, like lying on soft cotton. Even more alluring was that, though prone, her buttocks, from her slender waist down, were naturally curved, creating an intoxicatingly fragrant arc…
Zhao An's lust surged, and his penis involuntarily grew thicker and harder.
Liu Shuying felt something hot and huge pressing against her genitals through the tear in her clothes. Even through her lace panties, her sensitive touch and years of marital experience told her that the hardness, heat, length, and width of that thing still terrified her.
This wasn't their first encounter.
But now, in public, knowing it was one thing, but facing it was another!