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In the evening, Wang Dahai realized he had forgotten to bring his clothes while he was showering.

Feeling a bit awkward, he hesitated but still called out, "Mrs. Liu, are you there?"

"What's up?"

"I forgot to grab my clothes. Could you go to my room and get them for me?"

Wang Dahai was a little worried. Would Mrs. Liu think I did it on purpose?

Considering the morning's incident, Mrs. Liu was already a bit upset, and now this happening, it could likely make her further resent him.

"Wait a moment."

Liu Lin replied and soon came over with the clothes, "Open the door."

She was about to turn around when the door cracked open.

Through the gap, she caught sight of Wang Dahai's "big guy" below, and her beautiful eyes immediately widened, forgetting the clothes in her hand, which dropped to the floor.

Seeing her reaction, Dahai thought Liu Lin was angry, quickly picked up the clothes, and shut the door.

Liu Lin sat back on the sofa, patting her heart which was racing, a blush spreading across her cheeks, with the image she'd just seen occupying her mind.

So big!

And that was when it was flaccid—it was already that large!

If it were erect, how exaggerated would that be?

Liu Lin was somewhat thrilled and couldn't help but fantasize about Wang Dahai's treasure entering her body...

At that moment, Wang Dahai came out of the bathroom and sat beside Liu Lin.

He hesitated, wondering whether to apologize to Mrs. Liu for the morning's incident.

But then, Mrs. Liu said, "Dahai, give me a massage, will you?"

"Huh?"

Dahai was taken aback, not expecting Mrs. Liu to ask proactively.

He thought Mrs. Liu would be angry about the morning's incident and give him the cold shoulder.

But it seemed she wasn't mad, and she was even willing to have physical contact with him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Wang Dahai shook his head, though he was a bit nervous. Mrs. Liu was too beautiful, and she had taken a bath, wearing a strappy nightgown.

The silk nightgown was smooth and clung to her skin, its curves tempting. Dahai was worried that while massaging her, other ideas might cross his mind.

But since Mrs. Liu had asked, he couldn't possibly refuse.

Wang Dahai stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Mrs. Liu's skin was well-maintained, delicate, and white, feeling extremely soft to the touch—far from what one would expect from a forty-year-old woman.

As he massaged, Dahai's mind began to wander, struggling to keep his thoughts in check.

Looking down, he could see the soft curves beneath her nightgown, tempting him to reach out for them.

"Hmm~"

Mrs. Liu, with her eyes closed, let out comfortable moans.

"Dahai, you're really good at this, your technique is excellent."

Mrs. Liu praised him with a look of enjoyment, occasionally moaning at inappropriate times.

Wang Dahai felt his temperature rising, his mouth and nose becoming increasingly dry.

But he did not make any improper moves, continuing to massage her shoulders earnestly.

Yet his mind was busy with wild thoughts.

Logically, any woman would be angry at having her pants pulled down, as he had done that morning.

But Mrs. Liu had only seemed a bit angry at the time and seemed to have forgotten about the incident afterward.

This left Wang Dahai puzzled, feeling that a woman's heart was as unfathomable as the ocean depths, too hard to guess.

At the same time, the thoughts he had been suppressing surfaced again.

Since Mrs. Liu wasn't truly mad, did it mean she wasn't completely averse to his actions?

Perhaps it was just that I was too hasty.

If he proceeded more gradually, might things turn out better?

Determined to test his theory, Dahai said, "Mrs. Liu, let me massage other parts for you too."

"Mmm, okay, you can start."

Mrs. Liu didn't think too much and casually agreed.

"Mrs. Liu, sitting on the sofa isn't very convenient. How about you lie down, and I can properly massage your back too?"

Mrs. Liu did not respond immediately, and Wang Dahai grew nervous, worried she would see through his intentions.

After a dozen seconds or so, Mrs. Liu hummed in agreement and lay down on the sofa.

Her nightgown only covered her knees, and as she lay down, it slipped up to her upper thighs.

Wang Dahai quietly bent over and peered inside.

He saw it—Mrs. Liu was wearing a pair of black lace little intimates.

He truly wanted to lift the nightgown and admire Mrs. Liu's fleshly buttocks.

Controlling the urge that sprang up within him, Wang Dahai began to massage her back.

Liu Lin was also very nervous inside. She was experienced, and this wasn't the first time Wang Dahai had massaged her.

That very morning, Wang Dahai had massaged her, even daring to touch her lower "Peach Garden" and even considered pulling down her pants.

Of course, she was aware of Wang Dahai's desire for her and understood that his massage wouldn't be purely professional.

Yet, she still agreed.

Because she harbored some expectations too.

Even though she knew she should keep her distance from Wang Dahai, she just couldn't help herself.

Her husband was old and frail, unable to satisfy her.

And here she was, at a time when her own needs were strong, happening to meet the young and vigorous Wang Dahai.

Liu Lin closed her eyes and sighed within her heart. She decided not to think too much about it—as long as Wang Dahai wasn't too excessive, letting him touch a little couldn't hurt.

Wang Dahai's hands roved over her back and quickly progressed to her lower back.

Her moans grew increasingly comfortable, and Wang Dahai was astonished; he hadn't overstepped any boundaries with his touch.

But Mrs. Liu's body sensitivity exceeded his expectations.

"Dahai, a bit harder."

"Right, a little lower, mmm, right there, so comfortable."

Her voice was becoming uninhibited, and Wang Dahai's blood was boiling, his manhood had already pitched a tent in his trousers.

Wang Dahai's gaze slid lower, looking at her perky buttocks, feeling a fiery urge inside he could no longer resist and reached out his hand...

"Mmmh~"

As his hand pressed on Mrs. Liu's buttocks, her body actually trembled slightly, emitting a moan that differed from before.

It had an additional hint of panting, almost like moaning in bed.

Wang Dahai's heart was hanging by a thread, watching for Mrs. Liu's reaction.

Seeing she didn't protest, he relaxed and concentrated on massaging her buttocks.

This time, he didn't dare lift the nightgown; he massaged very properly.

But Mrs. Liu's body was too beautiful, causing Wang Dahai to lose focus.

In the end, he couldn't resist, and said, "Mrs. Liu, does it feel comfortable?"

"Comfortable, so very comfortable," she replied, her voice sticky and inducing temptation.

"Mrs. Liu, this nightgown is a bit in the way, may I lift it to continue massaging?"

"Lift it up…"

Liu Lin's mind cleared up a bit, showing some hesitation when Wang Dahai added, "The nightgown is too slippery, I can't apply much strength when massaging."

"Then, go ahead and lift it."

Liu Lin's heartbeat quickened.

Wang Dahai was extremely excited, trembling as he grasped the nightgown, gradually lifting it.

Pure white thighs were revealed to his sight.

The black lace triangle of little intimates tightly wrapped around her plump buttocks.

The slender fabric in the middle was tucked into her buttock cleavage, making the white mounds of her buttocks even more full, like ripe peaches.

At this moment, in the valley of this peach, a stream was babbling—Mrs. Liu was already so wet!

Wang Dahai could not withstand this temptation and reached his hand towards the valley!