Miss my Real Target

Just as everyone had stepped outside, Lu Fang excused himself, saying he left something inside the room. He quickly dragged back his wife with him. 

As soon as the door closed, Andrea was pinned against it, making her chuckle completely. Somehow, she knew it would happen. 

Lu Fang was quick to cover her mouth. Her outer lips became wet in seconds as they both kissed senselessly while the man's body pressed against her. As he lifted her up, Andrea wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands around his shoulders.

When his hands made its way under her skirt, Andrea got ahead of herself and moaned lightly while closing her eyes, but her excitement was cut off when suddenly, the man pulled away with a puzzled look on his face.

He felt two recognizable weapons strapped on his wife's thighs. "Why do you have a gun and an army knife?"