Playboy in the City-Chapter 203

Ma Xiaorong lifted her own nightdress to her waist, removing the last sliver of fabric covering her jade-like hips. She arched her back, thrusting her beautiful, plump bottom high into the air and exposing herself completely to Chen Yang’s gaze.

So good.

Chen Yang was extremely satisfied with Ma Xiaorong’s provocative display. His arousal pulsed eagerly. Of all the women he had conquered, Ma Xiaorong’s petite and delicate figure was his favorite. He loved her doll-like beauty. Being with her gave him a unique thrill and a deep sense of accomplishment.

Her hair fanned out across her back, her pale skin glistening under the bathroom light. She was so excited that her small, flawless body trembled with desire as her Honey Spring began to overflow with its crystalline nectar. It was a clear sign of the intense hunger burning within her.

"Come on, you little rascal, what are you dawdling for? Get in here," Ma Xiaorong purred, licking her lips as she unleashed the fire of her desire. When she saw Chen Yang was only admiring her body instead of making a move, she impatiently ripped off the cumbersome nightdress.

Instantly, her petite, glistening body was completely bare. Her impressively full breasts hung with a natural roundness that radiated an irresistible allure. Her slender, pliant waist seemed almost too delicate to grasp, perfectly connecting to the full, round globes of her backside. From top to bottom, she looked like a ripe peach, ready to burst with sweet juice and exuding ultimate sensuality.

"Little rascal, hurry up! Look, my husband is right in there taking a shower!"

Overwhelmed by desire, Ma Xiaorong couldn’t control herself. Reaching back with both hands, she parted her round, resilient buttocks. Like an animal in heat, she presented herself to Chen Yang. "Didn’t you always say you wanted to take me right in front of my husband? Come on, you little rascal! Fill me up, hard..."

When Chen Yang remained motionless, her eyes filled with shame and indignation. She began to sway her hips like a seductive snake, her heart pounding with humiliation as her voice trembled. "Daddy... I beg you..."

Hearing her call him that and seeing her beautiful face flush with shame, something inside Chen Yang snapped. A jolt of peculiar excitement shot through him. He could no longer hold back. He charged forward, broke through her final defense, and plunged into her.

"Sister Ma, you really are a daring one," he panted. "What if your husband hears us and comes out?"

"Mmm, ah... So good..." The sudden, stretching fullness sent a loud moan out of Ma Xiaorong. Her eyes grew misty, her expression pure seduction. She savored the exquisite sensation of being completely filled, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the silhouette of her husband, Chen Xiaoguang, showering on the other side of the frosted glass door. The thrill surged through her body and soul like an electric current. "He... uhm... if he hears... let him hear... I..."

"What do you mean?" Chen Yang gripped her buttocks, his hands sinking into the soft flesh, and slowly began to accelerate his pace. "Are you saying you want to call your husband out here to join us? For a sandwich?"

"Mmm-hmm... Ah!" Ma Xiaorong’s heart fluttered. She’d never expected him to ask such a shameful question at a time like this. An intense new wave of stimulation washed over her. "You little rascal... if I said I was willing... willing to be sandwiched between you both... would you... uhm... would you let my husband fuck me again...?"

In her heart, Ma Xiaorong had considered herself Chen Yang’s woman ever since the first time he’d entered her body. She saw herself as his private property, something even her husband, Chen Xiaoguang, was no longer allowed to touch. She belonged to Chen Yang, and only he had the right to possess her. His question now stirred the last embers of guilt she felt toward her husband. That guilt, mixed with the raw thrill of her infidelity, only intensified the pleasure she felt from the thick heat inside her, making it stronger and stronger.

"Of course I would," Chen Yang said with a deep breath. He savored the way her muscles tightened around him, her excitement making her slick passage even hotter and snugger. Gripping her slender waist, he began to pump faster.

"Ooh... but I’m yours, Xiao Yang... I don’t want his dirty thing inside me ever again... Mmm-hmm... Ah!" Ma Xiaorong bit her lip, but she couldn’t suppress the tsunami of pleasure. Her ecstatic moans grew louder.

"Sister Ma, he’s your husband. If he really wanted to take you, could you refuse him? What reason would I have to stop him?" Of course, Chen Yang was only saying this to heighten the mood. If Ma Xiaorong was truly against it, he would intervene.

"Mmm... hmm... Don’t talk, you little rascal... Just... fuck me harder..." Ma Xiaorong was completely lost in a frenzy of arousal. She pressed her upper body against the bathroom door, squashing her pale, rosy breasts flat against the glass.

Chen Yang let out a sharp breath, watching the changes in her state. He adjusted his rhythm, taking complete control of her reactions.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. "Mmm... ah! Ah!" A chorus of passionate, lewd sounds began to echo through the living room.

"Hmm? What’s that sound?"

Inside the bathroom, Chen Xiaoguang had been leaning against the wall under the shower’s spray. He was already half-asleep from the alcohol and had even started to snore. But the slapping sounds from outside, combined with Ma Xiaorong’s soul-stealing moans, yanked his drowsy, drifting mind back to consciousness.

"Ma Xiaorong, what the hell are you doing out there? Are you hitting the wall with that dildo? Fuck..." Even with the loud moans and the relentless rhythm of slapping flesh, the drunken Chen Xiaoguang suspected nothing.

"Just... wait till I get out... I’m... I’m gonna fuck you senseless tonight..." On the contrary, the sounds only inflamed his own desire. His eyes were barely open as another wave of drunkenness washed over him. Soaking wet, he staggered toward the bathroom door, bracing himself against the wall. "Ow... damn it!" His foot slipped, and he almost fell. The alcohol was hitting him so hard he could barely see, but the moans from outside spurred him on. Fortunately, his fumbling hand found the doorknob.

"Xiao Yang... Mmm, ah! Quick... get me to the bedroom... My husband... he’s coming out! Ah... He’ll see us... Don’t..."

As she watched the silhouette on the frosted glass grow clearer, the thrill and pleasure in Ma Xiaorong’s heart erupted like an uncontrollable tidal wave...