Chapter 3282

How could Zhao Desan not feel the changes in Yang Liu's body? It was clear that she had already been moved and was considering a compromise in her heart. Otherwise, her body wouldn't be trembling slightly, nor would her hands have lost their strength, leaving her to only twist her delicate body in such a coy manner. After figuring out the true thoughts deep within Sister Yang Liu's heart, Zhao Desan felt a surge of joy. He knew that Sister Yang Liu actually wanted it too, but a woman's instinct to save face forced her to put on this act of coy resistance. Thus, Zhao Desan became even more unscrupulous. His two hands, which were gripping her firm and soft mounds, began to knead them gently. Although it was through her clothes, Zhao Desan could feel Sister Yang Liu's breasts beginning to swell and harden, and even those small protrusions (nipples) had stood up. His index finger gently caressed the small protrusions through several layers of fabric. After a few moments, Sister Yang Liu's body softened as if she had no bones, leaning against him, her mouth slightly panting as she said, "Don't... stop..." yet her body was actively leaning into Zhao Desan's embrace.

Zhao Desan's lower half, already on the verge of bursting, pressed hard against her buttocks. Holding her in his arms, he used his hands to explore while lowering his head to bring his mouth close to her ear, gently sucking on her slightly reddened earlobe... When the tip of his tongue lightly touched the flesh of her earlobe, her whole body couldn't help but tremble violently. From deep in her throat, she let out a low, deep 'uh' sound—very soft, yet very seductive...

"Desan... don't... stop..." Although Yang Liu was still murmuring words of reluctance, her words were insincere. Her body showed a reaction completely opposite to what she was saying; she had already melted into a puddle of mud, collapsing into Zhao Desan's arms, her two hands uncontrollably moving behind her back to gently stroke Zhao Desan's thighs.

"Sister Yang Liu, I miss you so much. Do you know that? For such a long time, there hasn't been a day I haven't missed you..." As Zhao Desan bombarded Yang Liu's crumbling line of reason with sweet talk, his hands kept moving, sliding along her neckline into the collar of the loose house dress she was wearing, touching her scorching skin—silky, hot, and impossible to stop.

"I miss you too..." Yang Liu finally couldn't resist Zhao Desan's teasing and murmured her most honest feelings. With weak, panting breaths, her soft, boneless little hands could no longer resist the urge of desire, wandering up along Zhao Desan's thighs until they reached the man's most sensitive area, touching the hardened male feature and stroking it gently, unable to let go.

Yang Liu's tenderness made Zhao Desan's long-suppressed impulse surge like a breached dam, drowning all reason. With his blood pumping, he had reached a point where he had to have her. Freeing one hand, he stroked up along Yang Liu's long, beautiful legs and couldn't resist the urge to lift Yang Liu's house dress bit by bit, revealing her snow-white, jade-like thighs. Accompanied by Zhao Desan's rapid breathing, the petal area wrapped in her small panties was exposed, bulging before his eyes. The light brown base and the smooth curves gave him a long-lost feeling—what a charming slit! The woman's skin carried the unique plumpness and elasticity of a mature woman. The thin little panties clung to her skin, the dark, fragrant grass was faintly visible, and in the center of her crotch was a plump mound like a small bun, with a faint, damp mark in the middle, soaked to a semi-transparent state, where a tender, pink, and delicate slit was vaguely visible. After admiring it for a few moments, Zhao Desan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he licked his dry, cracked lips. His throat was so dry it felt like it was sparking. Finally unable to resist the temptation, he extended a finger and lightly tapped that hot, soft, and tender place, immediately drawing a vertical shallow groove between the plump, soft, and hot tenderness. Unexpectedly, Yang Liu's body was extremely sensitive; just that light touch made her throat let out a soft moan, and her body twisted slightly. Her two legs instinctively folded together to protect her vulnerable, easily attacked spot. Sister Yang Liu's legs clamping together made Zhao Desan sober up a little, but facing the snow-white thighs and buttocks before him, how could any man with normal physiological functions control himself? He thought, it's so hard to see Sister Yang Liu once in such a long time. Today is such a great opportunity—heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and if the people aren't in harmony, how could he live up to this once-in-a-lifetime reunion? Thinking of this, desire once again defeated his awakening reason. Zhao Desan's courage grew, and one hand slowly stroked up along her calf, stopping only when it reached the base of her thighs. After lingering there for a while, his palm slowly burrowed into the gap between her folded legs.

Under Zhao Desan's superb techniques, it was now Yang Liu's turn to be unable to hold back. He could feel her whole body trembling in waves, and from her nostrils came 'huffing and puffing' gasps. With a thread of a voice, she murmured: "Desan, I can't take it anymore, give it to me quickly... I want you..." As she spoke, Zhao Desan felt the zipper of his pants being pulled open, and immediately after, that thing was tightly gripped by Sister Yang Liu's hot little hand, and she actively pushed her buttocks to rub against it...

Already on the verge of cellular explosion, Zhao Desan could no longer hold back. He fumbled to gently pull down the small panties inside Yang Liu's dress. She actively lifted one leg, and immediately, the sexy and cute little panties slid down her leg, hanging at her ankles. Following that, Yang Liu actively lifted her buttocks, and Zhao Desan immediately lifted her skirt, surging his mighty member toward her wet petal cave. With a light lift of his toes, with a 'squelch' sound, he entered Sister Yang Liu's petal cave... It was still so tight, still so warm, still so moist. That long-lost feeling made Zhao Desan shudder all over. Then, holding her waist with both hands, he began to move, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly...

The air had ignited, burning with a desire more intense than a kitchen gas stove. In the entire room, besides the rapid panting of the man and the woman, all that remained was the 'slapping' sound of flesh colliding. Other than that, it was so quiet there wasn't a trace of sound. The two lovers, after a long-awaited reunion, were telling each other their hearts through intense movement. Zhao Desan's masculine might and Yang Liu's delicate softness were, at this moment, complementing and comforting each other, letting their hearts fly, enjoying that ethereal happiness. They were so absorbed, so intoxicated, that even when the cell phone in the leather bag Yang Liu had taken off and hung on the coat rack after entering the door began to ring, it was drowned out by their happy gasps...

Just as Yang Liu was loudly 'mm-ing and ah-ing' and about to reach her peak, a sharp 'meow' suddenly pierced the burning air. The pair of man and woman, who were rhythmically moving with great effort, instantly stopped their movement in unison, panic-stricken, and searched for the source of the sound. Two pairs of eyes widened simultaneously, staring fixedly at the door.

The two were about to reach the most satisfying moment of their lives when they discovered a cat standing at the door, its two green eyes looking at them thoughtfully. Although it was just a cat, the fact that their private actions were seen by a cat still made Yang Liu feel incredibly ashamed. She couldn't help but let out a scream, grabbed a chopstick from the kitchen counter, and threw it at the cat. The cat meowed in dissatisfaction and scurried away.

Damn it, it must be a tomcat, Yang Liu muttered in her heart, and Zhao Desan actually shared her thought, chuckling wickedly: "This must be a tomcat, otherwise it wouldn't be so lecherous."

For some reason, the moment she thought of the cat's green eyes, Yang Liu felt a chill in her heart, inexplicably feeling uneasy. A trace of anxiety appeared on her flushed face, and she said: "I feel very uneasy in my heart, maybe we should stop?"

"How can that be? I haven't had enough yet." Zhao Desan said, and began to move rhythmically again. Immediately, Yang Liu narrowed her longing eyes and began to gasp with 'humming and chirping' sounds...

Suddenly, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock of the security door downstairs came. Yang Liu's apartment was on the third floor, and she heard it very clearly. Immediately after, she heard the door being opened. As if electrocuted, Yang Liu pushed Zhao Desan away, panic-stricken and in a sorry state, she pulled up the small panties hanging at her ankles. The pleasure she was about to experience was forcibly stifled, and she felt as if her face was about to burn. Undoubtedly, both of them felt extremely disappointed. For Zhao Desan, this was perhaps his most failed attempt.

Immediately after, Yang Liu hurriedly lowered the skirt hanging at her waist and quickly tidied up the neckline that had been messed up by Zhao Desan, gasping for air.

Zhao Desan felt even more depressed, secretly complaining: Damn cat, damn visitor, can't even have a secret tryst without worry. It seems it's better to find a single woman; at least one can enjoy it freely.

Downstairs, it was Liu Shuai who had arrived. He usually came to Yang Liu's place once or twice a week, but today he happened to show up. He saw Zhao Desan's car at the entrance of the residential complex and felt it looked a bit familiar, cursing his luck in his heart. Usually, after work, Yang Liu always told him she needed to work overtime at the provincial government and would return very late. How come she returned so punctually today?

While Liu Shuai carefully opened the security door on the first floor, he pondered. Strangely, as soon as Liu Shuai entered, he saw the precious cat he kept at Yang Liu's place fleeing from upstairs in a sorry state, as if someone were chasing it. Immediately after, he heard a commotion upstairs.

Looking down at the cat, he saw it holding its tail high, constantly rubbing against his legs, clearly telling its owner about the atrocity that had just occurred.

Liu Shuai picked up his precious cat and vigilantly pricked up his ears to listen for movement on the third floor, but he didn't hear anything suspicious. So, he carried the cat up to the third floor, taking out his key to open the door while wondering why his precious cat had been so panic-stricken just now. Liu Shuai had a small hobby: he liked to adopt cats. He had been raising them for many years and had also raised a few when he was abroad, and he was very

familiar with their temperament.