Zhong Jing carried her to the room upstairs and went directly to the bathroom.
The bathroom and the bathtub were both huge, oval in shape and more than enough for two people so he put her in it and started running the water.
The bathtub was slowly filled with water.
Before the water was too deep, he pulled her legs apart and pulled one up and helped her clean up the cum he had ejaculated inside. Without the blockage of the cock, the white turbid liquid mixed with her clear and lustful water flowed out from it and the accupoint opened and closed slightly like a shy, self-conscious petal because of his gaze.
Jiang Yuan bit her lower lip and looked at him shyly pushing him with her hand, “Don’t look…”
Zhong Jing kissed her mouth and bit her earlobe and whispered in her ear, “I’m used to ejaculating inside, I’ll get someone to buy medicine later.”
Originally, he had planned to take her to the supermarket on the way to buy condoms but she had made him wait for so long that his appetite and sexual desire were unbearable that he rushed over and forgot about it.
In the past, they couldn’t see each other, he didn’t need to think about contraception when they had sex so he was too careless just now.
She could just take the pill anyway so he could shoot in the next time.
He inserted his index finger into the slippery hole and was rewarded with a soft moan, “Um…”
He took her hand and stroked his genitals that had never softened, letting her soft, boneless hand help him move it .
The kisses continued, he found her beautiful with her long hair slightly wet and her eyes half-opened and kept kissing her face, neck and ears and finally returned to her lips, tossing and turning.
He pushed her up a little, leaning halfway against the edge of the bathtub and squeezed between her legs, the head of his penis aimed at the hole and slammed straight in.
At this time, more than half of the water in the bathtub was half full and with the buoyancy of the water, it was not difficult for him to hold her by the waist and thrusted in and out but the speed was slower than usual.
He had already cum once so he was not so anxious to reach the peak pleasure.
He inserted slowly.
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When Zhong Jing’s call came, Han Qiming and Shen Cong happened to be drinking at the bar. It was the birthday of a mutual friend of both of them and they had come out to have fun. After hearing Zhong Jing’s order, he replied, “Okay, Mr. Zhong, I’ll send it there.”
Shen Cong, who was drinking next to him took a sip of wine and put down his glass and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Mr. Zhong asked me to send short-acting contraceptives to the newly bought villa.” He smiled and joked, “It turned out that the reason why he told me specially to buy the villa was for this purpose, he brought the woman over so quickly.”
Shen Cong’s expression changed quietly.
Han Qiming told his birthday friends that he had to leave first and went out.
Shen Cong hesitated for a few seconds then he chased him.
“Qiming!” He chased him to the entrance of the bar and tapped Han Qiming on the shoulder and pulled him to a corner.
“What’s wrong?” Han Qiming asked.
Shen Cong paused for two seconds and then asked, “You still don’t know who the woman with Mr Zhong is now, do you?”
“Who?”
Shen Cong looked grave and said, “It’s Jiang Yuan.”
The playful smile on Han Qiming’s face was replaced by disbelief and anger. He grabbed Shen Cong’s arm and confirmed, “Who did you say it was?”
Shen Cong said again: “It’s Jiang Yuan.”
Han Qiming’s face instantly turned pale.
Shen Cong sighed and said, “Don’t go there, I’ll go for you.”
He was about to leave when Han Qiming stopped him, “No, I’ll go by myself.”
Han Qiming drove to buy the contraceptives and went to the villa. Of course he knew the password for the door, he was the one who set it up. He went in and put the purchased contraceptives on the coffee table in the living room.
Standing in the living room, he could see the connected dining room at a glance. There was a pile of women’s clothes on the floor of the dining room, the clothes of the woman he knew.
He didn’t have a deep-rooted liking for Jiang Yuan, he just liked her and had a good impression. He thought that she was simple, smart and beautiful but he didn’t expect her to get involved with Zhong Jing. To him, she was simple, smart and beautiful and was a very good candidate for his wife but not necessarily to Zhong Jing.
The Zhong Jing he knew would never marry a girl like Jiang Yuan.
Neither for business interests nor personal preferences.
Zhong Jing hated girls from poor backgrounds.
Since he wouldn’t marry her and they seemed to be playing underground, it was obvious what Zhongjing thought of her as.
A plaything.
The kind of plaything that rich people played with but won’t take responsibility for.
He faintly heard movement upstairs, the sound of man and woman painting and gasping for sex and he looked towards the stairs with his hands clenched into fists.
He was angry not for his own love but because she had been played with without her knowing it.