Hao Meiyun and that man would never have dreamed that while they were plotting to hurt someone, right beneath this table, we were embracing each other, passionately caressing each other’s bodies.
Han Feifei and I had completely sunk into that entrancing state, *so much so that we didn’t even notice when Hao Meiyun had left.*
Her little mouth was both fragrant and soft, with a hint of sweetness.
Our tongues intertwined, *unwilling to part for a long time.*
From time to time, she would let out soul-melting moans while reaching out to touch my hardness.
After an indeterminate amount of time, we finally realized that Hao Meiyun had left, and thereby, Han Feifei got bolder, her expression growing increasingly wanton.
Her small hand slipped into my pants, directly touching me and making me feel even more comfortable.
One of my hands was caressing her tender whiteness, while the other ventured towards that mysterious Peach Garden below.
Even though it was through panties and stockings, I could still feel the warm, moist Holy Land.
To prevent me from acting recklessly, she had actually padded herself with a sanitary pad today.
But she never would have dreamed that today would turn out .
*Thinking of this, a wave of triumph washed over me, and I continued to stimulate her body without stopping.*
Her delicate body kept trembling, her reactions growing more intense.
When we parted, her face was so red it looked almost as if it was about to bleed, her breathing ragged.
But her eyes were incredibly hazy and alluring.
"Xu Tian... Xu Tian, mmm..."
Her mouth kept calling out my name, which only increased my arousal.
I quickly took off my clothes, laid them beneath us, and then gently laid her body down.
Even lying down, her twin mounds were still impressively firm and proud.
"Mmm, this feels so good... Xu Tian, you’re making me feel so comfortable..."
As I pounced on her and began to kiss her body, she started shaking her head ceaselessly, mumbling unintelligibly.
I eagerly flipped up her skirt, took off her stockings, panties, and the moist, mysterious Holy Land was fully exposed.
I spread her legs wide and bent down to take a powerful sniff; it was fragrant, without any unpleasant smell.
It was really tender and clean.
"Xu Tian, no... we can’t do that, I have a boyfriend, we can’t do this..."
When I had taken off my pants and laid on top of her, ready for the main event, she seemed to regain some clarity and reached out to block the entrance to her Peach Garden.
"Xu Tian, seriously, no."
Even though she was saying no, her body kept writhing, her pert buttocks twisting from side to side as if she couldn’t help herself.
Her face was flush, her breathing rapid, her eyes alternating between clarity and daze.
Deep down she must have been craving it, but intermittent moments of lucidity wouldn’t let her cross that mental hurdle.
I was caught off-guard, looking down at my own rod-like member, and couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Of course, I wanted her, dreamt of it.
My desire had completely clouded my judgment, so I just reached out and forcibly moved her hands aside.
When I tried to enter her again, she only resisted briefly before moving her hands to the side, gripping the table legs tightly.
She stared intently at my firmness and then quickly turned her face away with a bashful expression.
Nectar was leaking from the gap between us, incredibly tempting.
My heart was pounding wildly, my whole body excited to the point of losing control.
At this point, Han Feifei had completely given up resisting and was posing as if to allow me to do as I wished.
But when I saw the sadness and despair in her eyes, I couldn’t help but stop.
"Xu Tian, hurry... give it to me..."
However, even as I halted, she began to actively grind against me.
*My inner turmoil was intense, but in the end, I didn’t go through with the final step.*
I knew that she was reluctant, utterly driven by desire, and she would surely regret it once she came to her senses.
This naive girl, so innocent, deeply in love with her boyfriend, I truly didn’t want to inflict upon her an indelible psychological scar...