Chapter 72
"You..."
Wang Damei’s face changed dramatically, and she grabbed Wu Song’s hand, somewhat flustered, saying, "How could you? You and me, and you with her... you, you..."
Wang Damei didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Wu Song continued to massage Wang Damei’s voluptuous breasts and said softly, "You’ve had your pleasure, don’t you want your daughter to have hers too? Besides, you and I have a secret affair, but we can’t be together publicly. You can’t be with me. Isn’t it more fitting that I’m with your daughter?"
"You’re being ridiculous. Aren’t you involved with Wu Xiaohong? Aren’t you supposed to be Sun Taoxiang’s son-in-law?" Wang Damei said with a trembling voice. Wu Song’s fingers seemed to have a magical touch; just a little kneading made her quiver with excitement, honey flowing.
The thought of having Wu Song inside her arose in her mind.
It had also been two days since they last did it, and she was craving it.
"What are you talking about? Little Hong and I grew up like brother and sister, and Aunt Taoxiang never mentioned anything about me being her son-in-law." Wu Song shamelessly said.
"You really aren’t involved with her? I see Wu Xiaohong treats you differently." Wang Damei panted, her body unconsciously leaning towards Wu Song.
Wu Song’s other hand reached between Wang Damei’s legs, instantly feeling a furry patch, with a damp groove in the middle.
"Oh, no." Wang Damei shuddered, quickly clamping Wu Song’s hand to prevent him from touching recklessly.
Wu Song wouldn’t obediently let go. Instead of releasing, he pressed harder, his fingers sinking into the sticky crevice.