But Black Wolf acted as if nothing happened, holding its head high, walking with an aristocratic gait to the lakeside, then leaping into the water, leisurely bathing. Damn, who told her this was a wolf, or even a human?
Ye Hui looked at Black Wolf with a dark expression.
Old Eleven stood by the horse carriage, recalling the daytime scene of his wife being held by Qin Yuhang on horseback, the image shifting to her writhing and moaning beneath him... He sweated, a blazing fire rising in his abdomen, unable to restrain himself, he entered Ye Hui's carriage and closed the door with a wave.
Ye Hui was playing straight flush alone, seeing Old Eleven, paused: "It's not that hot!" Picking up a towel from the corner to wipe his sweat, his hot breath spreading on her face. Having made love with men so many times, how could she not understand this was a sign of arousal?
"Eleven, what's wrong with you?" She put down the towel, her long eyelashes blinking: "I didn't seduce you, didn't parade in front of you. How did you suddenly lose control? The night before last, you took me several times. If you're still not satisfied, your stamina is too strong."
The two guards, since being intimate with her, could count their monthly encounters on their fingers, but in a society with more monks than meat, even immortals couldn't help.
"Wife, touch here." Old Eleven pulled her hand into his pants, and when she grasped him, desire suddenly surged. He quickly took off his top, pulled down his pants halfway, a large erection standing high.
Ye Hui knew she had to help him, but her body was weak and inconvenient for intercourse, so she could only use her hands, one stroking, the other fondling his testicles, kneeling between his legs, occasionally kissing and biting. With multiple techniques, soon she released the burning desire accumulated in his body.
Just as she was holding him, he thrust violently, a hot liquid flooding her mouth.
She opened her eyes wide. It wasn't the first time, but... Old Eleven looked slightly apologetic, fetching a towel and tea to clean her, and due to the release, his expression was unusually joyful, his eyes sparkling.
"Go out, I want to rest a bit." Ye Hui rinsed her mouth and spat out the water, handing it to him to dispose of. Old Eleven opened the window slightly, splashing the water out, calling a small eunuch to wash the cup clean, then turned to Ye Hui: "Wife is too tired, I'll hold you to sleep."
"No need, I want to sleep by myself."
Old Eleven insisted, holding her horizontally in his arms, placing her soft buttocks on his thigh, gently patting her back.
Sigh, being treated like a child again?
Being held like this was quite comfortable, and she soon fell asleep.
When Qin Yuhang returned, he saw his wife sleeping sweetly in Lao Shiyi’s arms, thinking she must be exhausted from riding on horseback during the day. He felt compassionate. He went into the carriage, took her from Lao Shiyi’s arms and placed her on the soft cushion, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her underwear, only to see her fair buttocks were red, apparently from his own hard spanking. He found some anti-inflammatory cream, opened the bottle cap, and gently applied the ointment.
