[Mild mature content ahead! Enter at your own risk. Although I advise you to go ahead and take a dip in the river of knowledge]
Zhenyi pulled her wrist out of his hold and snaked her arms around his neck just like she coiled her legs around his, and flipped their position. Now he was underneath her.
She removed her skirt as he had already freed her out of the top. Now inside the tinted car, she was lying on him just in her lingerie.
Watching the goddess in front of her, he couldn't breathe. Whatever the blood was powering his brain, ran straight to his c.o.c.k and he was sure if she didn't stop here, his c.o.c.k might overpower his brain, if not it had already.
"We can't do it, Zhenyi," he said in what seemed like a whisper of help.
"You're refusing your wife?" Zhenyi asked with a smirk. She was angry, frustrated, wet and so damm h.o.r.n.y.