Housemaid Knocks at My Door at Night

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C16

Under Zhao Bin's touch, Han Qian felt the numbness in her body slowly rise. It was as if there were ants crawling all over her body, and she desperately needed to be released.    

    

Her perky, peachy butt uncontrollably lolled on the sofa with a confused expression on her face.    

    

Her small face was tainted with a touch of red, and her moving appearance was extremely alluring.    

    

"Mm ?"    

    

Han Qian struggled in her heart before finally immersing herself in the perceptive world that Zhao Bin had brought her.    

    

She was surrounded by a majestic manly atmosphere, and her disorderly hands made Han Qian's desire burn like fire.    

    

Her ample, proud body trembled as she lightly rubbed against Zhao Bin's chest; her two slender, long, and beautiful legs lightly swayed.    

    

Han Qian gasped uncontrollably, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her.    

    

When Zhao Bin's hand touched the sensitive area through his undergarment, Han Qian tightened her grip on her legs, preventing Zhao Bin from moving further.    

    

The wave of desire nearly made her lose her sanity, but she still retained the last of her consciousness.    

    

She couldn't do something that would let her husband down.    

    

"Brother Zhao, this won't do ?"    

    

There was still lust in Han Qian's voice, but her tone was firm.    

    

Zhao Bin was slightly disappointed. It seemed that he had been too anxious at the time.    

    

He stopped moving and stared intently at Han Qian's flirtatious face with his fiery hot eyes.    

    

"But I'm in too much pain, Little Qian. Can you do me a favor?"    

    

Seeing Zhao Bin's flourishing desire, Han Qian's face reddened. Zhao Bin couldn't be asking her to help him out, right?    

    

"Lend me your underwear."    

    

Hearing this, Han Qian heaved a sigh of relief, at the same time, she felt a sense of loss.    

    

"There's something in the bathroom ?"    

    

Before Han Qian could finish her words, Zhao Bin interrupted her.    

    

"I want the one you're wearing so I can feel it."    

    

As Zhao Bin spoke, he fixed his burning gaze on Han Qian's smooth thighs.    

    

Han Qian recalled that Zhao Bin had already used it so many times. Furthermore, it was only an undergarment, so she nodded her head shyly. She was about to go upstairs and change to him, but she was stopped by Zhao Bin.    

    

"Let's do it here, okay?"    

    

Because of her shyness, Han Qian hesitated, but Zhao Bin's burning eyes seemed to be encouraging her. Han Qian took a deep breath and reached her hand into her nightgown.    

    

She heard Zhao Bin's breathing become even heavier. His eyes were burning hot as if he would throw her to the ground in the next second.    

    

This made Han Qian's desire to not retreat burn even more fiercely now, and a slight itch appeared between her legs.    

    

Han Qian raised her beautiful leg, and a moon-white lace undergarment slowly slid down her beautiful leg.    

    

Zhao Bin watched unblinkingly as the undergarment slowly slipped away. Zhao Bin didn't want it to fall any slower.    

    

This was because Han Qian was simply too beautiful now. To Zhao Bin, Han Qian, who had fallen in love with him, was like a delicious dessert as her entire body exuded an alluring fragrance.    

    

Looking at those white and smooth thighs, he really wanted to take a bite out of them.    

    

Then he kissed her all the way down to the place that made Han Qian most moved.    

    

Zhao Bin swallowed his saliva, unconsciously moving his hand.    

    

Han Qian endured the great shame and handed the underwear she had taken off to Zhao Bin. She was so embarrassed that she ran back upstairs.    

    

The hem of Han Qian's nightgown fluttered as she raised it into an arc. Zhao Bin's spirit was lifted as he saw a trace of beautiful spring light just now ?    

    

Holding the undergarment in his hand, a faint fragrance of a woman wafted into his nose.    

    

Zhao Bin thought about Han Qian's sexy appearance and slowly moved his hands.    

    

When she woke up in the morning and thought about what had happened last night, Han Qian still felt that it was incredible.    

    

She actually had a feeling of being touched by Zhao Bin. Furthermore, Zhao Bin had allowed him to continue and even allowed him to touch her in front of him ? This was insane.    

    

Fortunately, Zhao Bin was going on a business trip, so Han Qian could take advantage of this time to calm down.    

    

In addition to the one he had just opened, Han Qian was preparing to return home and bring back the five thousand yuan she had promised Chen Shan.    

    

This time, before she went home, she thought for a long time. She didn't wear her own clothes, instead, she wore the beautiful clothes that Zhao Bin had bought for her.    

    

When he returned home, the amount of attention he received along the way could be said to be quite a few.    

    

Although there were also people who disapproved of her skirt being too short, Han Qian could even hear their whispers. But compared to those jealous gazes, they were nothing at all. This made Han Qian feel slightly proud in her heart.    

    

After returning home, when Chen Shan saw her, he was stunned for a moment before exclaiming in surprise, "My wife!"    

    

His wife was dressed so well. Chen Shan didn't dare to recognize her after almost two months of not seeing her.    

    

Chen Shan's eyes were filled with happiness. This caused Han Qian's heart to feel warm. She started to feel that she was overthinking things and Chen Shan's attitude towards her was the same as before ?    

    

After the two of them had eaten, Chen Shan felt his blood boil as he looked at Han Qian's white thighs swaying under his eyelids.    

    

He had not touched Han Qian for a long time, he had held it in for two whole months.    

    

Chen Shan hugged Han Qian, pouted, and then went to kiss her, bringing her to the brick bed.    

    

Han Qian's face flushed red as she pushed Chen Shan's firm chest. "It's daytime now, we'll wait until night."    

    

Chen Shan couldn't care so much. With a pull of the curtain, he pushed Han Qian onto the brick bed.    

    


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