Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

However.

Lin Yiren did not stop, instead she sped up. Her eyes slightly opened, filled with a mix of confusion and determination, as if she was intent on completely conquering Xu Wendong.

At this moment, the room was filled with an ambiguous and fiery atmosphere, only the chaotic breaths of the two and Xu Wendong’s occasional uncontrolled low growls intertwining and echoing.

Just as Xu Wendong felt he was about to be submerged by the overwhelming pleasure, he abruptly sat up, forcefully pulling Lin Yiren up, tightly embracing her.

His lips eagerly sealed hers, tongue boldly invading, frantically savoring the sweetness in her mouth, as if doubling down on that extreme experience.

The two fell back onto the bed again, Xu Wendong turned over, pressing Lin Yiren beneath him, his hands roamed freely over her body, reigniting the flames of desire, starting another round of frenzied entanglement.

Letting the waves of passion engulf them once more, forgetting everything, just immersing in this private world of pleasure.

Xu Wendong’s hands roved over Lin Yiren’s tender body like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

From her slender neck, all the way down, kneading those full and perky breasts with abandon, the wonderful feel made him exclaim in satisfaction.

His fingers also firmly pinched the already erect nipples, causing Lin Yiren’s delicate body to tremble, her mouth producing fragmented gasps.

Lin Yiren’s eyes grew increasingly confused, her hands clinging tightly to Xu Wendong’s back, nails deeply embedded into his flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks tinged with red.

She actively accommodated his caresses, her waist twisting like an agile water snake, pressing her body even closer to him, murmuring indistinct words of longing: ”Wendong... I want you...”

The fire of desire in Xu Wendong’s eyes burned even hotter.

He flipped over, lifting Lin Yiren’s legs high, resting them on his shoulders, adjusting his stance, he abruptly thrust in, entering her scorching and tight place.

This time, deep and powerful.

Lin Yiren threw her head back and screamed, the sound pierced the silent room, filled with ultimate pleasure and indulgence.

He began to move frantically, every impact carrying primitive wildness, the bed protested with creaking sounds under their intense movements.

Xu Wendong’s hands tightly gripped Lin Yiren’s ankles, fixing her position, allowing himself to explore her body even deeper.

His gaze locked onto Lin Yiren’s face twisted by passion, watching the physiological tears slip from the corners of her eyes, his desire for conquest significantly satisfied.

Lin Yiren felt like she was in a turbulent ocean, nearly fainting from the waves of pleasure.

Xu Wendong lowered his head, taking in Lin Yiren’s nipple, teeth gently nibbling, tongue rapidly swirling.

Meanwhile, his movements grew faster below, rhythm increasingly chaotic, evidently on the verge of losing control.

Lin Yiren’s gaze turned dazed, her body arching as if struck by electricity.

Her lower body involuntarily tightened, a surge of heat flowing from within her, further moistening the place where they were joined, stimulating Xu Wendong to let out a beast-like roar.

At this moment, the air of ambiguity in the room thickened, mingling with the intense bodily scent and sweat of the two.

With one last near-mad sprint, they both reached that dizzying peak of pleasure.

Lin Yiren’s eyes closed tightly, her muscles tensed to the extreme then instantly softened like mud, panting heavily, her chest dramatically rising and falling.

Xu Wendong was also drenched in sweat, his body heavily pressing on her, it took a long time before he recovered.

He slowly sat up, looking at Lin Yiren’s face, exhausted yet satisfied after being thoroughly cleansed by desire, a complex mix of tenderness and longing flooded his heart.

Gently drawing her into his arms, Xu Wendong’s fingers lightly ran through her tangled hair, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, seemingly whispering of the deep affection after the madness.

Afterwards, the two held each other, immersed in the aftertaste of passion, letting time slowly pass, all outside noises were irrelevant to them now.

Who knows how long passed.

Lin Yiren’s breathing gradually calmed, as if recovering slightly from that peak of pleasure.

She slightly opened her eyes, a lingering mist of confusion yet filled with a hint of playful smile as she looked at Xu Wendong, teasingly saying: ”Wendong, don’t fall asleep so early tonight, you promised to keep me company properly...”

Xu Wendong’s slightly weary gaze was instantly reignited, he chuckled lowly, his voice hoarse and deep with lingering desire: ”Don’t worry, sister-in-law, tonight I’ll make sure you enjoy to the fullest.”

Saying this, his hand grew restless again, slowly caressing Lin Yiren’s waistline, as if reawakening the desire hidden in her body.

Lin Yiren whimpered softly, actively drawing closer to him, warm skin touching, like sparks setting ablaze, instantly elevating the heat between them again.

Xu Wendong flipped over, pressing Lin Yiren beneath him.

Eagerly kissing her red lips, his tongue dominantly probing, intertwining and dancing with her lilac tongue.

His hands weren’t idle either, freely kneading her softness in front, causing Lin Yiren’s body to tremble, delightful gasps coming from her mouth,

Next, he adjusted his position, making Lin Yiren kneel on the bed, her hips lifted high, this enticing stance made Xu Wendong’s lower abdomen tense.

He slowly entered, initial tenderness instantly replaced by surging passion.

Each deepening accompanied by Lin Yiren’s cries and compliance, the bed shook increasingly fiercely, creaking became the accompaniment to their symphony of desire.

Again and again, Xu Wendong tirelessly explored Lin Yiren’s body, shifting through various positions.

From tightly embracing face to face, to holding side by side, and wild abandon from behind.

Lin Yiren’s stamina gradually waned, every time she climbed to the peak of pleasure, she softened like mud, yet under Xu Wendong’s teasing, driven by desire repeatedly to drown.

During it, both broke into sweat, intertwined and soaked the sheets.

Lin Yiren’s hair scattered messily on the pillow, cheeks flushed, eyes long out of focus, instinctively reacting to Xu Wendong’s given pleasure.

Xu Wendong’s face was equally red, veins throbbing on his forehead, his gaze always tightly locked on Lin Yiren, as if wanting to see through her, merging into his bones.

Finally.

After the seventh near-crazy entwinement.

The two collapsed exhaustedly onto the bed, panting heavily, chest heaving as if having just gone through a life-and-death battle.

The room was filled with a dense air of ambiguity, clothes scattered everywhere, sheets long wrinkled beyond recognition, covered with the traces of their lovemaking.

A long time later, Xu Wendong summoned a trace of strength, turning to hold Lin Yiren into his arms, fingers gently combing her damp hair, eyes full of tenderness and satisfaction.

Lin Yiren’s lips curled into a faint smile, though weary, it radiated a halo of happiness, she snuggled closer to Xu Wendong, murmuring: ”It’s so good to have you...”