In the private room, Lin Fan sat on a chair while Xia Hongye straddled his lower abdon, her hands braced against the arms of the Taishi chair, rising and falling incessantly, and her undone, trembling breasts swayed with every movent.
"Master husband... I feel so good... I miss you so much... I ca to your bed willingly... I hope you do for a lifeti... I’m always yours... Maid wife!"
Under Lin Fan’s tutelage, Xia Hongye had learned how to speak words that would further excite him. Nonetheless, she still couldn’t bring herself to say nasty things, but this was already quite good.
Playing with her quivering breasts, Lin Fan pressed his greedy body against her jade-like back. With his identity about to be revealed, he felt a mix of anticipation and panic—after all, the identity he had lived with for twenty-six years turned out to be false.
"Master husband... I... I can’t do it anymore... please... do ... I really want you to... co inside !"
Xia Hongye’s forehead was dripping with fragrant sweat, but she still couldn’t satisfy Lin Fan. She knew only he could take the lead.
"Sweet talker."
Lin Fan stood up with a smile, letting Xia Hongye support herself with her hands on the chair back. Then he grabbed her slender waist and plunged into her voluptuous behind. The force of each thrust seed to penetrate her, making Xia Hongye’s moans even more intense.
"Master husband... it feels so good... doing your maid wife... it’s so delightful... I love how you do ... give it to ... please, master husband!"
With Xia Hongye’s pleading voice, Lin Fan finally released everything inside her, thrusting the Iron Pestle deeply. He then collapsed on top of her, continuing to toy with her full figure and asked, "Maid wife, do you recognize Tang Dashuang and Tang Xiaoshuang?"
"Of course I do... We were taught by the sa master... she’s my junior sister... Now that your identity is revealed, you’ll have two more maids to serve you. Happy, aren’t you?"
Feeling the Iron Pestle still trembling inside her, Xia Yehong weakly supported herself on the chair and spoke softly.
"Do you really see yourself as such a lecherous person in your heart?"
Lin Fan pinched Xia Hongye’s behind with his hand.
"That’s not lechery... A maid is the master’s personal belonging... Those two sisters are also pretty. I thought you’d have seduced them long ago."
Xia Hongye picked up a napkin from the table, covered her lower body, then squatted on the ground. Her face flushed, she reverted to her bro-like deanor. Seeing her like this, Lin Fan approached with a wicked smile and stuffed the Iron Pestle into her mouth.
"Stop talking about personal belongings and maids. Maybe that’s the dregs of big families. , growing up in a small household, don’t go in for all that. One maid wife is enough!"
Grabbing Xia Hongye’s head and filling her mouth with the Iron Pestle, she didn’t seem too willing but still took care of it carefully with her tongue. After a while, she stood up and straightened her clothes and pants, "You big pervert, as if you would pass up on such alluring apples. Now that we’re done, can we go?"
"Go? Of course we can go. But you just promised to stay by my side forever, to be done however I wish!"
Holding Xia Hongye in his arms, Lin Fan whispered in her ear. The next mont, she pinched him hard: "Don’t talk that way to . You have so many won. If I were the only one with you every day, they’d be growing cobwebs. Let’s go; the old man must be waiting anxiously."
"Still the sa taste."
Rubbing his sore waist, Lin Fan followed Xia Hongye out the door and got into her car, driving off toward the distant building. Soon they arrived in front of a small two-story building.
At that mont, the courtyard was filled with a dozen n in black, each of them full of energy and wearing sunglasses. Seeing Lin Fan get out of the car, they imdiately bowed respectfully, "Good day, Young Master!"
"It really feels like filming a movie. I wonder if the old man will give a few billion to squander."
Lin Fan looked around. The house wasn’t big, but it was quaint with birds chirping and flowers fragrant.
"You might not get a few billion, but if you need it, I can give you a new identity."
An electric wheelchair erged from the entry hall, an elderly man with snow-white hair sitting in it, smiling at Lin Fan.
"So, you’re the grandfather who threw into the pit of Red Flag County and then arranged protection for ?"
Lin Fan, with his hands in his pockets, stepped forward. There might have been so blood connection, but he didn’t feel it at that mont.
"That’s right, it’s . But it seems like you’ve been pretty comfortable in this pit."
The old man stopped the wheelchair in front of Lin Fan.
"Grandpa, you really don’t know what’s good for you. Every day is a matter of life and death. Do you think that’s comfortable?"
Lin Fan snorted, and the next mont, the old man handed him a file bag, "If it’s uncomfortable, then you can just change your identity!"
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