Chapter 11: Reached the Peak of Pleasure

Women sometimes feel lonely too, especially a single woman in her thirties like her. Sometimes, lying in bed in the middle of the night, she felt empty and really wanted to crawl into a broad, sturdy chest. Although she had been raped by Liu Jianguo while working in the Municipal Party Committee office, and had spread her legs to create her current life, those were all just acting; there was no emotion or sexual pleasure to speak of. She hadn't even let them kiss her mouth.

Women are truly a difficult animal to understand. Just like those who sell their bodies, they would all rather let you insert than let you kiss. It's as if, to them, their mouths are more precious than what's below.

"No... no." Ma Lan's generosity made Zhao Desan feel a bit nervous. He was calculating in his heart: *Is she seducing me? *

"Desan, if you're not asleep, come to my house. Sister Lan wants to see you." Ma Lan didn't know why, but the moment she thought of the face-to-face encounter with Zhao Desan that afternoon, his panicked eyes and ridiculous actions made her heart flutter. Especially after drinking, her whole body felt uncomfortable, as if thousands of ants were crawling on her, and that private place was itching unbearably, making her feel flustered. One hand couldn't help but slide down her lower abdomen to below.

Ma Lan held the phone to her ear, while her other hand was on her breasts, covered by her pajamas, gently touching herself. She was a thirty-five-year-old woman, in the prime of her life, and she was truly hungry and thirsty. She couldn't help but moan. The phone was still connected, and Zhao Desan heard all of this, feeling itchy in his heart.

*Could Sister Lan be...? * Zhao Desan thought of the scene, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He probed, "Sister Lan, where is your house?"

"Uh... Rose Garden, Building 10." She told him the address directly, really wanting him to come over quickly to nourish her lonely body and stop the itching. She was flushed from drunkenness, lying on the bed in thin silk pajamas, her body rising and falling. It felt as if something was gently scratching inside her body; it was unbearable, as if she could be filled.

Zhao Desan hung up the phone. Although he had released himself twice on the wheat straw pile at Zhang Aiai's house that evening, the freshness of being with a different woman still stimulated his desire, driving him to quickly dress, get out of bed, run out, and take a taxi straight to Rose Garden.

Standing in front of the Villa 10 gate, Zhao Desan, just in case, sent a message to Ma Lan: *Sister Lan, I've arrived at your door. *

The phone was right by Ma Lan's head. She was already clamping the quilt between her legs, holding it tightly, almost unable to take it anymore. Seeing the message, she didn't even put on clothes, just wearing a thin silk pajama on her naked body, and went out to open the door.

Zhao Desan saw her appear before him, her body exposed, her face still flushed, her eyes dazed. He feigned concern and asked, "Sister Lan, did you drink? You must have drunk quite a bit, right?"

Ma Lan squeezed a coquettish smile from the corner of her mouth, looked at him with amorous eyes, and without a word, pulled his wrist and dragged him into the villa. She didn't even turn on the lights, dragging him straight into her bedroom.

Zhao Desan looked at Ma Lan with an innocent expression and said, "Sister Lan, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Ma Lan looked at the tall, handsome young man in front of her. That unbearable itching made her feel dazed and lost. She looked at Zhao Desan with a burning gaze, which made Zhao Desan feel a bit uncomfortable, yet very satisfied.

Ma Lan looked straight at Zhao Desan with a burning gaze, her mouth twitched a few times, she squeezed out a coquettish smile, her face flushed, and she stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Zhao Desan's neck, and covered Zhao Desan's mouth with her full, sexy lips.

Zhao Desan still feigned resistance, pushing against her full breasts: "Sister Lan... don't... don't..." But his mouth opened, and he stuck out his tongue to meet her tongue tip. He thought, *These breasts are so damn big, so damn elastic! * His hands immediately grabbed them firmly and kneaded them gently.

Ma Lan was like a fish dying of thirst that had met water, greedily sucking on his lips, and sucking and licking his earlobes. Her pair of gentle palms rubbed forcefully on his broad, sturdy back from top to bottom.

Zhao Desan feigned resistance for a moment before his true nature was revealed. He hugged her and moved backward bit by bit, reaching the bed, and gently pushed her down onto it.

"Desan, your body is so sturdy." Ma Lan hugged Zhao Desan as if she were hugging her own son, gently breathing out fragrance.

Zhao Desan had only released himself twice in the evening, and this time he lingered with Ma Lan for a full hour, which satisfied Ma Lan's greedy needs, allowing her to reach the peak of pleasure twice in one hour, fully enjoying the fun of being a woman. ===== CHAPTER 28 =====