Chapter 52

Zhao Desan then opened his mouth too, stretching out his own tongue to tangle with Ma Ting's. Ma Ting was clearly young, and her kissing skills needed improvement; it was entirely guided by Zhao Desan's tongue. However, the fragrance breathed out from Ma Ting's mouth made Zhao Desan feel very intoxicated; it was the tender breath that only a child had.

As they kissed, Ma Ting hooked her arms around Zhao Desan's neck, stood on tiptoe, bit his lips lightly, and sucked on them. Her cheeks were slightly flushed as she whispered, "Zhao Desan, shall we do it? I want to try; that night I was drunk and didn't feel it."

Zhao Desan wasn't that bold yet. He pushed her away and said in a panic, "Young Lady Ren, absolutely not. Your mother is right outside; it won't be good if she finds out."

Ma Ting hugged his waist coquettishly and acted like a spoiled child, "I don't care, I want to, I want to, give it to me."

Zhao Desan was pushed by Ma Ting, who was hugging his waist, all the way to the bed, and was suddenly pushed onto it by her. Then she rode on his lap with a wicked smile, preparing to unbuckle his belt.

Outside, Ma Lan received a call from Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo. He had gone to the municipal government to hold a special meeting on coal today, and she guessed he had something to tell Ma Lan.

Ma Lan got up and went to knock on Ma Ting's bedroom door, shouting, "Desan, Desan..."

Zhao Desan pushed Ma Ting away and got up, straightened his belt, feigned calmness, and hurried to open the door, laughing, "Sister Lan, what's wrong?"

Ma Lan said suspiciously, "What are you doing behind closed doors!"

Ma Ting pouted and rolled her eyes, saying, "Can't we just talk!"

Ma Lan glanced at the spoiled Ma Ting and instructed Zhao Desan, "Desan, I have something to do and need to go out. I might be back a little late. You stay here and keep Ma Ting company, and I'll take you home when I get back."

Zhao Desan thought to himself that this was truly a heaven-sent opportunity, but he kept a calm expression, nodded, and said, "Sister Lan, that's fine."

Ma Lan warned Ma Ting, "Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting, don't bully your Brother Desan!"

Zhao Desan secretly rejoiced, happily seeing Ma Lan out the front door. He watched her get into the car, drive out of the villa gate, and disappear at the end of his vision. Only then did Zhao Desan rush back, lock the villa door from the inside, and run to Ma Ting's bedroom door in high spirits. Ma Ting had already taken off her clothes and was standing at the door naked. Her figure was as smooth and tender as white jade, and the four ounces of meat on her chest could be completely covered by his hands. The little forest below had just sprouted saplings and hadn't yet grown into a towering tree; it was truly young and lovely. Zhao Desan's eyes lit up, and he felt a bit dizzy.

Ma Ting said in a commanding tone again, "Hurry up and come in!" She turned and got onto the bed to lie down.

Zhao Desan followed her in, burning with impatience, locked the door, and dove onto Ma Ting's large, soft bed, shaking Ma Ting up and down.

Zhao Desan thought this bed was really soft; shaking up and down must be very exciting.

Ma Ting helped him unbuckle his belt. Zhao Desan was a bit impatient, but he also wanted to carefully appreciate this unfinished painting. His ten fingers traced lightly over her smooth, satin-like white skin, making Ma Ting's body shrink and twitch, feeling a bit itchy.

Although Ma Ting was open-minded, this was only the second time she was stealing the forbidden fruit, so she was still a bit nervous, especially seeing how big Zhao Desan's treasure was. She was a bit worried about whether it would tear her, and her body appeared very rigid.

Zhao Desan used his profound skills to stroke her body until... until... Ma Ting's rigid body gradually softened...

Zhao Desan parted Ma Ting's white, tender, and smooth legs. The whole set of movements was very light; after all, this was a flower bud waiting to bloom, and it had to be nourished with great care.

Under Zhao Desan's peak, skillful technique, Ma Ting not only didn't feel pain, but instead felt a tingling, numb itchiness, feeling extremely satisfied.