After <Qing Shi Ming Yue> started airing, Yan Xi’s acting journey became smoother. Her wages also increased by a lot, and her endorsements also became a lot more. Therefore, she also earned enough money to purchase a mansion in the suburbs of the imperial city.
Even though the property price of her mansion in the suburbs was far from the condominium that Gong Yun Ting gave her at the city center, this was still her own house. She bought it using her own money.
The place that Yan Xi invited Wen Hang to come over to was her mansion in the suburbs.
Wen Hang directly took the lift to the second floor of the mansion from the underground car park. When the door of the lift opened, Yan Xi was waiting for him in only a silk sleep gown.
Wen Hang took brisk steps towards her, then stretched out his hands to cup her beautiful face without makeup, then lowered his head to kiss her.
Both of them were like lovers who met each other after a long time. Their kiss was passionate and longing. Wen Hang swallowed Yan Xi’s lips, using the tip of his tongue to push her teeth apart. Yan Xi wasn’t passionate about this kind of kissing method, so her response was a bit half-hearted.
Wen Hang hugged Yan Xi’s thin waist, feeling that the woman in his arms was so soft and boneless like she was made of water. He couldn’t wait to f*ck her into his arms. His warm palm caressed Yan Xi’s smooth and tender leg. Wen Hang held up one of Yan Xi’s legs beside his waist, caressing it which made Yan Xi unable to stand steadily, She could only hug his neck and pressed her thin and soft body close to him.
Yan Xi was kissed by Wen Hang till she felt suffocated, so she let out “yii yii” sounds. The hill at the lower part of Wen Hang’s body pressed against her through the thin lacy underwear. Perhaps her body had become more sensitive from being trained by Gong Yun Ting, she had started to feel some wetness after rubbing against her for a while.
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“Do you want it now?” Wen Hang’s voice sounded even more magnetic after it was stained with l*st.
Yan Xi nodded, “En” her voice had some embarrassment in it.
Only then, Wen Hang pulled out his finger that was thrust inside her tight hole with much longing. The wet and smooth meat of her hole clamped around his finger tightly. Those layers of tender, soft meat were like a greedy, small mouth which sucked on his finger hungrily. If not because it would feel much heavenly to f*ck with a me*t pole, he wouldn’t want to pull it out at all.
Wen Hang had his own exclusive f*tish. Yan Xi also noticed it. He enjoyed the feeling of taking off someone’s clothes slowly, and even liked to only remove her underwear halfway, as well as the visionary enjoyment of letting only half of it hang at her calf.
“En…” As Wen Hang held his c*ck to enter, it had a hot feeling of fullness, slowly filling up the vag*nal me*t of her tender hole.
He even told Yan Xi: “You really know how to suck.”
After saying that, he pinched Yan Xi’s er*ct n*pple and thrust inside her roughly.
“Ah!” Yan Xi was thrust till she shuddered. She didn’t back down as she sucked in air, and squeezed around him in that area. She also said: “Teacher Wen is also quite good at f*cking.”
“Little temptress.” Wen Hang rubbed and pinched her soft br**sts. His eyes darkened. Because her sl*tty hole was moist enough, the thickness that was buried inside the tender me*t began to f*ck with great motions…
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