Two men took off their shoes and sat on either side of her. Lao Shi lifted her clothing and held her on his lap, kissing her. His left hand wrapped around her waist, his right hand gripping her full breast, while the other was taken into Lao Shi Yi's mouth. Her skirt was removed, and her delicate, smooth, snow-white skin was kneaded by the two men, turning a flush of passion.
Next, it was like the first threesome position at the Tinglan Water Pavilion.
Lao Shi held her straddling his lap, filling her emptiness with his protrusion. Holding her soft, snow-white buttocks, he slowly stood up and thrust forward hard, causing Ye Hui to cry out: "Don't go too deep, you're too big... it hurts so much..."
"You always say this, my dear. If I slow down, you'll be eager for more," Lao Shi still slowed his movements, waiting for his brother to prepare behind her.
Ye Hui wrapped her arms around the man in front, panting softly. The foreign object inside her gently friction, gathering waves of desire in her lower abdomen. She continuously wiggled her snow-white buttocks, pleading: "Husband, give me..." Lao Shi trembled, almost losing control. She rarely called him husband, and whenever she did, it drove him wild. He thrust forward forcefully, softly saying: "Wait a moment, my dear."
"Mm!" Ye Hui bit her lip, feeling another foreign object enter her, stretching her narrow opening inch by inch.
"Feeling good, my dear?" Lao Shi Yi's voice came from behind, his hands roughly gripping and reshaping her soft flesh.
"Ah... mm..." The passion accumulating inside her grew higher. Ye Hui had only one thought: I want it, give it to me... Gather these subtle passions, wanting that brilliant peak. Trembling, gasping, tensing... As the two men's movements became faster, she clenched tightly, biting her lip. Knowing the moment was near, she closed her eyes, waiting. Suddenly, her eyes flew open, "Ah!" she cried out, her body convulsing violently between the men.
"My dear, I love you... I know you're there... One more time... Be good... I know you can..."
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"Moqi, the tent isn't soundproof."
Qin Yuhang, having just lulled Heng Ting to sleep, frowned and spoke, noticing Moqi's flushed face, his thin silk pajamas soaked with sweat, a small tent rising at his groin... Qin Yuhang shook his head, knowing his wife's moans were affecting him, let alone Moqi's less disciplined state.
"Take care of the young master. I'll let you accompany the madam to bed tomorrow night." Qin Yuhang lifted the tent flap and left.
Moqi's hands trembled with excitement, imagining his beloved master's seductive posture. His groin grew more pronounced. He quickly rose to douse his passion with cold water, believing that lusting after his master in secret was a betrayal and shameful.
Qin Yuhang stepped outside, about to return to his quarters, glancing at his wife's tent. A faint light leaked through the door seam, intermittent soft moans and male growls drifting out.
The guards in the distance seemed to sense something, their faces reddening, standing rigidly.
Qin Yuhang surveyed the area, his gaze lingering on his wife's tent, now slightly regretting his generosity.
But as a proper husband, how could he maintain family harmony without being fair?
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