In the master bedroom, decked out in red sheets, Lin Fan lay on the bed.
At that moment, Feng Xiaoxiao, dressed in a wedding gown, held her phone in one hand and grasped the hardened Iron Pestle with the other. As she opened her cherry lips and continuously licked it with her fragrant tongue, she playfully didn’t forget to look at Qiu Qingyi on the phone.
"How about that, isn’t my husband’s fantastic? Are you looking closely now?"
With Feng Xiaoxiao’s face for comparison, Qiu Qingyi couldn’t help but lick her lips—surely, such a thing wasn’t ordinary.
"It’s not just big, but also very hard—not the silicone kind of hard, though. It’s firm yet soft, quite comfortable to use, you know."
Feng Xiaoxiao looked proudly at Qiu Qingyi on the phone, eliciting a baffled response from Lin Fan.
"Excuse me, do you ever consider my feelings when you two play ?"
"It’s just women sharing experiences. What’s there for you to feel bad about?"
Feng Xiaoxiao, smirking, spoke to Qiu Qingyi on the phone, "See? Even my husband is embarrassed. Don’t you think you owe him something?"
"No problem. Would one million be enough? I’ll transfer it now."
Qiu Qingyi’s offer nearly made Lin Fan spit blood. "What, now we’re bringing in rocket donations too?"
"Exactly. It’s cool when you throw money around, but you can’t solve everything with money. Since you’ve seen my husband’s, isn’t it fair for my husband to see yours?"
Qiu Qingyi blushed at Feng Xiaoxiao’s words. "That’s so embarrassing... You two are actually doing it, and I can only interact through the phone... What use is watching!"
"It’s still better than just watching us. Hurry up and take off your clothes, let my husband see your breasts. You love it when I lick them, right? Let him see my achievements."
After Feng Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she handed the phone to Lin Fan. As he took it, all he saw was a blank whiteness on the screen—Qiu Qingyi had indeed taken off her clothes and was cradling her voluptuous breasts for the camera, her D-cup size appearing particularly soft and tender.
"Not bad, indeed a pair of deadly weapons. They’d definitely be fun to squeeze."
As Lin Fan licked his lips while gazing at Qiu Qingyi holding her breasts, there wasn’t a shred of dignity left—truly, a woman still turned into a wanton thing in the throes of desire.
"They really are fun. I love squeezing her breasts; just a little bit and she can’t stand it."
Feng Xiaoxiao, while servicing Lin Fan below, explained, "When you go back, I’ll play with her again and send you a video so you can see just how soul-snatching she looks."
"You two... are so annoying... just do your thing... why must you always critique me?"
Watching from the camera, as Feng Xiaoxiao vigorously tended to Lin Fan, Qiu Qingyi kneaded her own voluptuous body, her voice already becoming breathless, clearly aroused.
"Discussing my woman with my man... Isn’t that perfectly normal?"
With a devilish smile, Feng Xiaoxiao, although the trio could candidly discuss each other’s bodies, she and Lin Fan had an understanding not to meet up or let him physically handle her. After all, as a married woman with a highly influential husband, playing was one thing, but actual confrontation could bring serious trouble—so they just indulged in verbal delights.
Finally stirred up by Feng Xiaoxiao, Lin Fan handed back the phone and had her lie on the bed. Lifting her wedding dress, he spread her legs and began to fervently stimulate the tender Garden between them with his tongue.
"Ah... Qingyi... save me... he’s so good at this... it feels so good... ah..."
Holding the phone, Feng Xiaoxiao unabashedly moaned, her cries for help provoking Qiu Qingyi to place her hands below and rub the Soul-snatching Cave, her breaths growing heavy.
"Darling, are you ready?"
As Feng Xiaoxiao’s body began to convulse noticeably, Lin Fan mischievously climbed on top of her. Dressed in her wedding gown, she looked as radiant as a Fairy, while her exposed white Jade Rabbit was firmly grasped in his hand.
"Husband... I’m ready... come take your bride... give it to her hard... make her soar!"
With her slender waist arching up her pert behind, the aroused Feng Xiaoxiao’s eyes glazed over as she murmured, desperately needing Lin Fan to fill her up. As the Iron Pestle plunged into the overflowing Soul-snatching Cave, her wanton moans echoed throughout the wedding chamber, her neck arching dramatically, igniting a burning desire in Qiu Qingyi to join them.
"Qingyi... it feels so good... really so good... I’m dying... I... died!"
With the phone in her grasp, Feng Xiaoxiao’s eyes began to dim at the peak of her climax, making Qiu Qingyi swallow hard, unable to fathom the ecstasy of that moment. "How about... the day after tomorrow... I take you both out to dinner?"