—Jiang Yingji's moans and gasps. "This..." Luo Shaoliang was deeply shaken. Hearing those sounds, the events unfolding inside were obvious. A pang of sorrow welled up within him; his worst fears had come true.
Although Jiang Yingji had regularly sought him out to "solve" her sexual desires for years, Luo Shaoliang remained clear on one thing: his relationship with Jiang Yingji had never truly been defined, not even—an illicit affair.
It had always been merely Jiang Yingji seeking him out to satisfy her pent-up sexual desires; they were simply "friends with benefits."
This meant he couldn't be sure if Jiang Yingji might suddenly change her mind and seek other men to satisfy her sexual needs. Moreover, Luo Shaoliang had long understood that his sexual prowess wasn't particularly strong. His penis was of average size, and his duration was mediocre. While he didn't ejaculate instantly, he certainly couldn't deliver a woman's multiple orgasms with a single thrust.
Each time, he gritted his teeth, sacrificing his masculine pride, to compensate for the lack of quality in a single encounter with more sex, leaving Jiang Yingji's genitals a mess, her vagina gushing with white semen; even after each "hookup," he would have almost no erectile desire for days, leaving Luo Qingying alone in the empty room.
This was probably the reason his wife had an affair with Qin Bo. Even so, each time, all he got in return was a slight blush of lingering desire on the beautiful woman's face, her shapely, long legs twitching slightly...
This was clearly a sign that Jiang Yingji's sexual desire hadn't been completely quelled, but Luo Shaoliang, as a man, was powerless.
He clenched his fists, a feeling of resentment and inexplicable bitterness welling up inside him; he couldn't blame Jiang Yingji for her choice, but at least he wanted to see just how much better the new man Jiang Yingji had found was than him.
So, almost unconsciously, he reached for the doorknob. He felt a sudden looseness in his hand; the door wasn't locked.
Luo Shaoliang's heart pounded with tension, but his hand still pushed the door open slowly without hesitation. Thanks to the sandalwood and exquisite craftsmanship, the sound of the door opening was barely a whisper, completely unnoticed by the naked couple on the bed.
On the large bed that Luo Shaoliang knew so well, the silk sheets were disheveled and tangled. A pair of snow-white, long, shapely legs were being hoisted onto the shoulders of a tall man with muscles like cast iron. His buttocks, as strong as a bodybuilder's, were slamming against her white, fleshy buttocks. A thick, curved penis could be vaguely seen repeatedly withdrawing and disappearing between her swollen, red labia.
The penis, from shaft to root, seemed coated with a layer of creamy white fluid. With each thrust, her snowy buttocks trembled, and white droplets flew. The pure masculine power and the woman's alluring tenderness combined perfectly, bringing a powerful shock to the only spectator outside the door.
Luo Shaoliang swallowed hard, trembling. He immediately understood that this man's sexual prowess was many times greater than his own, perhaps even comparable to the most muscular black man.
From Jiang Yingji's seductive, numbing moans, as melodious and soul-stirring as a nightingale's song, Luo Shaoliang had never heard anything like it before, let alone…
The moans even carried a hint of weeping, but not sadness or pain. Rather, it was as if a long-awaited thirst had finally been satisfied, her body and mind melting, her entire being electrified, even her translucent toes curling up, expressing the surging pleasure of her body.
Luo Shaowen bit his lip. He now understood perfectly well that Jiang Yingji had probably never truly found satisfaction in their "intercourse"!
During this brief moment of contemplation, the man's thrusting inside gradually slowed, but it wasn't a sign of exhaustion. His muscular thighs were taut and bent like a bow, each thrust more forceful than the last. His wet, throbbing member slid deep into her moist flesh, causing juices to gush from her tender vulva, trickling down her smooth, snowy buttocks.
"Ah...ah...!"
Jiang Yingji's moans changed from soft, melodious cries to short, sharp ones, even slightly hoarse. Her slender waist was taut like a tightly wound jade bow, her head thrown back, her body trembling. Soon, under the man's firm, forceful thrusts, as if trying to pierce her jade-like body, she let out a long, piercing scream. A stream of slightly milky-colored fluid suddenly gushed from between her snowy buttocks, instantly soaking the man's dark hips, like white beads hanging from water.
Even from the doorway, a faint fragrance like ripe honey and musk could be smelled, yet a sudden thought struck him, and an expression of disbelief arose.
The reason was that, amidst the familiar fragrance, he didn't detect the expected scent of semen—meaning that the messy white fluid brought out when the thick, black penis had plunged in and out of her delicate opening was actually all vaginal fluid…
He had never seen Jiang Yingji like this before, and perhaps… that was the real her.
Luo Shaoliang swallowed hard, his clenched fist relaxing, a self-mocking feeling rising within him. He had thought he held some place in her heart, but it turned out to be just narcissism. Perhaps in her heart, only Li Zhiyu was worthy of her chastity?
However, looking down at the uncomfortably erect tent in his groin, to whom could he vent this pent-up, bittersweet lust?
A graceful figure in a white dress flashed through his mind—his long-neglected wife, Luo Qingying.
…
Luo Shaoliang quietly left, but the passion in the room was far from over.
Yuan Hui's dark, bronze-colored, muscular body, radiating masculine charm, pressed two long, slender, white legs against her breasts, almost placing the entire weight of his body on her delicate frame. Her perfectly shaped buttocks were raised several inches off the bed, nearly suspended in mid-air.
Two large buttocks, one black and one white, were pressed tightly together. The upper part was as dark and firm as rock, while the lower part was as round and plump as cream, soft and smooth, pressed together like a millstone. Only the two scrotums, which together were about the size of a fist, were stacked in the middle. The two hairless labia majora were stretched full and round, and a milky liquid squeezed from the vulva.
Viewed from behind, one sees only the man's strong back, thick thighs and calves, squatting on his plump, snow-white buttocks. Beyond that, one can see two slender, white calves extending from either side of his thighs, and delicate, lotus-petal-like feet. The soles of his feet are a soft, rosy white, the heels as smooth as a peeled hard-boiled egg, and a delicate indentation between them, pink and tender, faintly revealing a pale blue tinge.
His forefeet resemble the soft, pink paw pads of a cat, plump and beautiful, complementing ten slender, delicate toes, beautifully curled, with closely spaced spaces between them, like dew-kissed flower petals. His feet are both slender and graceful like bamboo shoots, and also snow-white and smooth like a little girl's, soft as cream. The soles are as tender as if powdered, revealing a delicate, powdery texture, the bone and flesh evenly proportioned, like lotus petals, a breathtaking sight.
Just by looking at such a pair of exquisitely beautiful jade feet, it's not hard to imagine how beautiful the owner must be. Perhaps even Cao Zhi, who witnessed the goddess Lingbo Luoshen on the autumn waters, couldn't compare.