The rising temperature of the water and the hazy cries of the hot air gradually filled the entire shower room.
My husband and I, in the silence of the night, went crazy. In the chaos, our hands had removed all the cloths that covered each other's shame. Under the pink light, we were completely exposed. Familiar yet somewhat infatuated gazes, enjoying each other's skin.
Even though I was close to forty, I was still able to maintain my good figure under the care and love of my husband. That round jade peak was still standing proudly, as if it was pouring out its incomparable affection for her husband. The pink bud on the jade peak had already turned dark brown, as if it was still waiting for the nourishment of spring, quietly blooming in the thick night.
Her loose hair fell down casually. It seemed to cover my slightly shy gaze. Out of habit, I stroked my hair and looked up. Our lips were still tightly pressed together. In my mouth, it was my husband's passionate tongue that was constantly stirring. I whimpered and almost couldn't breathe.
" Hubby, hubby," I called out vaguely. He didn't know where to put his hand.
Her tall and sturdy husband was not covered by a single piece of cloth. He stood in front of me naturally, hugging me tightly with both hands. His eyes were still on the feeling of love. I opened my slightly closed eyes and looked at my husband of fifteen years. He was still so fit and full of infinite love, striking my eyes. It was like an invisible hook that stirred up the ripples of affection in my heart.
The heat was still spreading, and the water temperature was still rising.
We couldn't control our hearts and blood.
Hubby picked me up and gently put me into the bathtub with the right temperature. The temperature of the water stimulated my skin, my soul, and everything else.
His body involuntarily sent out a signal for help. That was the most beautiful reproduction of body language.
The gentleness of the water patted me, patting my most secret place. My husband's tongue kept stirring, and his gentle hands never stopped at any part of my body.
The sound of water splashing could be heard. It was my feet protesting against the galloping of my heartbeat. It made me completely soft and gentle.
"Hubby, I love you, my dear hubby.”
I wanted to push my husband away with both hands. I wanted to hug my husband more freely. I wanted to melt my husband's strength and fortitude with my love.
That masculine baby was completely subdued in the honey of love.
My husband stopped moving his lips, as if he wanted me to just like this, in the rushing blood tide, to desire, to explore, to imagine.
My husband told me to lie down quietly in the gentleness of the water. He climbed out of the bathtub and shook off the water droplets on his body. Then, he picked up the lotus flower and opened it. Water flowed out continuously.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my heart. I didn't know what tricks my lovely husband was playing. I didn't want to imagine it. I learned to wait, waiting for my husband's comfort.
All of a sudden, it was so quiet. It was so quiet that only the sound of water could be heard.
I felt something wriggling on my skin. What was that? What was that? So gentle, so delicate. It was as if her soft fingers were gently plucking the strings of a zither, as if the night breeze was quietly passing by.
The threads seeped into my pores and slowly swam through my body.
The softness and warmth of the water. It was so beautiful and comfortable.
His heart was enjoying it, and his heart was singing softly. Sweet happiness, delicate nourishment.。。。。。
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