50: Chapter 50 Hidden Impulses 50: Chapter 50 Hidden Impulses The dim moonlight shone over this ordinary farmhouse courtyard, filling the sultry air with a faint fragrance.
Yang Fan’s mood at the mont was like the weather that remained oppressively hot even late into the night, causing his head to swell.
A hot surge began in his lower abdon, attacking his chest and pressing down on his kidneys, making it so that he had no idea where to vent the large breath trapped inside him.
The bright light from the western room illuminated the spacious mat outside the door, as well as the intertwined, slick figures on top of it, engaging in an ever-changing array of moves.
Li Jia was straddling Fu Xuebing’s face, gradually letting go of her inhibitions.
Her face flushed with intoxication, she moaned with varying tone and pitch, while her hands, clasped behind her, groped her firm breasts, kneading them over and over with force.
Her hips moved as if they were willow branches dancing in the wind beyond the courtyard wall.
This intensely erotic scene made Yang Fan’s mouth dry and his heart pound as if he had a large drum inside his chest.
As it thumped, it also sent waves of impulse surging from the depths of his heart.
His trousers were tented into a high peak, hard as stone.
There was no denying that this couple was playing with so really trendy tricks.
If Li Jia hadn’t previously asked Fu Xuebing where he had learned these tricks, Yang Fan would have started to doubt the truthfulness of what she had said to him before.
If the two of them were always like this in their daily life, then it certainly didn’t look like they were a couple with marital troubles.
However, Yang Fan did admire Fu Xuebing.
The guy was really quick at learning and applying new things.
After only watching a few adult films, he had managed to apply the techniques exactly as shown, and judging by Li Jia’s contented look, he had clearly been successful.
While Yang Fan himself had been taught by many masters, after trying several tis, he never thought to use those tricks.
On this point, Yang Fan felt he really needed to learn from Fu Xuebing.
When it ca to such a natural act, there was no need to be so reserved.
Suddenly on the mat, Fu Xuebing pushed Li Jia away, gasping for air as he exclaid, “Enough, enough, that’s about it.
If you keep going like this, I’ll definitely be smothered by you.”
Li Jia’s face was flushed with shy yet delighted red as her eyes rippled with tender affection.
She chided, “What an unpleasant thing to say.”
“Lie down, today I’ll let you truly appreciate your husband’s skills,” Fu Xuebing said as he grabbed a handful of his long hair that was draped over his forehead and waved his arms with a commanding presence.
Li Jia glanced at him with a slight smile, “Don’t boast.
Or else you might as well keep using the new techniques you learned; at least I feel sothing with those.
As for the rest…
do whatever makes you happy, however you like to do it, okay?”
Fu Xuebing slapped her round, fair buttocks hard, “Looking down on your husband, aren’t you?
Get ready, I’ll show you how I’ll deal with you today!”
“Ah!” Li Jia cried out tenderly, swiftly turned around, and lay down on the mat, laughing, “You managed to learn those fancy moves; I don’t believe you can’t improve your own skills.
Co on.”
Fu Xuebing grasped Li Jia’s slender thighs, pressing her knees to the level of her chest, perfectly displaying the muddy butterfly-like golden valley, and played with her round, peach-like buttocks for a mont before getting down to business.
“Mmm…”
Li Jia let out a soft moan, threading her hands through the bends of her legs, embracing her own thighs.
Smack, smack, smack.
The sound of their bodies colliding crisply echoed through the ordinary courtyard.
Watching this, Yang Fan’s urges within his body struggled as intensely as a devil.
He wanted to rush down and kick Fu Xuebing aside, replacing him.
In the morning, he had just played with and studied Li Jia’s perky twin mounds of baby food, and had actually failed to notice that once Li Jia took off her clothes, her figure was surprisingly good.
She belonged to that very typical type that was slender but well-endowed.
At a height of over one ter seventy, her legs alone were more than a ter long, and those incredibly smooth long legs clearly looked powerful.
Although Fu Xuebing was sowhat negligent in his formal duties, the wife he had found was truly exceptional.
Yang Fan suppressed the urge stirring within him, tugged at his extrely uncomfortable groin, shifted his position and was just about to take a good look, when he suddenly discovered that Fu Xuebing had actually stopped.
“Ah fuck, I was a bit too stimulated by you today, my performance was off,” Fu Xuebing, with both hands on Li Jia’s round buttocks, declared with a face full of annoyance.
Yang Fan watched, dumbfounded, his expression a bit confused.
Was that it, just a few minutes and done?
“Are you finished?” Li Jia peered over and asked.
“Let’s try again later, I was a bit off my ga today,” Fu Xuebing called out.
Li Jia wiped the sweat beading on her face and teased with a chuckle, “Right, when have you ever been on your ga?
It’s okay, I’m used to it by now.
At least this ti, I felt a bit more involved, so it’s not too bad.”
“No, it’s like you’re cursing , when on my own, I am actually pretty strong!” Fu Xuebing muttered with a hint of guilt.
Li Jia didn’t press further.
She took so tissue from nearby and bent down to clean up the battlefield, saying, “So you should stop ssing around on your own.
I’ve heard the more you do that, the worse it gets.”
“Really?
I’ll pay more attention in the future,” Fu Xuebing pondered as he waved his hand, “Forget it, let’s wash up and go to sleep!”
“And you bragged about sending to my death; I think you don’t stand a chance in this lifeti,” Li Jia laughed.
“Shut up,” Fu Xuebing shouted irritably and sauntered towards the bathroom swinging his arms.
Watching Li Jia cleaning up the battlefield, Yang Fan was suddenly overtaken by a mischievous impulse.
He quietly took out his phone and then made a call to Li Jia.
A lodious ringtone quickly sounded in the yard.
Li Jia, seeming to have forgotten her arrangent with Yang Fan, calmly got up, her ample and pert buttocks swaying as she took her phone out from the pile of clothes.
But when she saw the two clear words “Yang Fan” on the incoming call, her expression subtly shifted to one of nervousness, and her brows furrowed.
She gazed at the phone, hesitating for quite a while before she appeared to make a significant decision and pressed the answer button.
Just as Yang Fan saw her preparing to answer, he quickly hung up the call.
He was hiding in a relatively concealed spot, but if he spoke even a single word, Li Jia would surely hear him.
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