In the private room, Lin Fan sat on a chair while Xia Hongye straddled his lower abdomen, her hands braced against the arms of the Taishi chair, rising and falling incessantly, and her undone, trembling breasts swayed with every movement.
"Master husband... I feel so good... I miss you so much... I came to your bed willingly... I hope you do me for a lifetime... I'm always yours... Maid wife!"
Under Lin Fan's tutelage, Xia Hongye had learned how to speak words that would further excite him. Nonetheless, she still couldn't bring herself to say nasty things, but this was already quite good.
Playing with her quivering breasts, Lin Fan pressed his greedy body against her jade-like back. With his identity about to be revealed, he felt a mix of anticipation and panic—after all, the identity he had lived with for twenty-six years turned out to be false.
"Master husband... I... I can't do it anymore... please... do me... I really want you to... come inside me!"
