“Please come in!”

Song Ning called out to the door, and the receptionist opened the door, pushing a row of movable clothes racks into the room. Eight sets of underwear of different styles were hanging on the racks.

Zhao Yi picked out four outfits to try on, and the receptionist took the rest and left the room again. Before leaving, she told Zhao Yi that the door could be locked from the inside so that even if someone from the store couldn’t get into the fitting room.

The receptionist had a bright and cheerful expression, without a hint of ulterior motive, but Song Ning felt that her words were loaded with meaning. So, she decided to play along and locked the door after the receptionist left.

When Song Ning locked the door and turned to walk back, Zhao Yi had already stripped naked and was standing in front of the dressing mirror, holding up a set of underwear.

Even though he had seen this body countless times and fucked it thousands of times, he still didn’t feel bored at all.

Song Ning watched quietly as his girlfriend tried on four different bras in turn, each one giving her a different feeling.

The white version is pure and innocent, the black version is sexy, the cyan version is elegant, and the pink version is alluring.

Besides the color, each one is also made of different materials.

The white pure cotton fabric offers excellent coverage, firmly supporting the girl’s ample breasts and perky buttocks. The white color, which already accentuates the size, makes her S-shaped figure even more exaggerated.

Black lace, with pieces of openwork fabric, weaves through the wide black fabric, making it seem as if with just a gentle tug, the breasts and tender vulva beneath the lace would be impossible to conceal.

The blue silk, more like a bellyband, was a piece of brocade embroidered with flowers, covering the girl’s breasts and private parts, but leaving her entire snow-white back and round, pert buttocks exposed.

The pink gauze, almost transparent, hung on her body, unable to conceal any spring scenery. On the contrary, its ambiguous color made the spring scenery even more alluring.

Song Ning came to his girlfriend’s side, hugged her from behind, and whispered in her earlobe:

Song: “Honey, these are all so beautiful~”

Zhao: “Are you praising my taste?”

Song: “No!”

Zhao: “How could that be? I only chose styles that you like.”

Song: “I mean, even the most ordinary underwear will look sexy and fashionable on my wife.”

Zhao: “Hehe~~ Why are you being so sweet-talking today? They say the sweeter a man’s words are, the harder his penis gets. Is that true?”

Song: “Then you should check it out!”

Without Zhao Yi even needing to reach out and check, Song Ning directly poked his erect penis between Zhao Yi’s buttocks.

Zhao: “Really? Honey, I want your lips to be even sweeter!”

Song: “Okay! Watch me!”

Song Ning readily agreed, putting one arm around his girlfriend’s waist and the other on her shoulder, gently pushing her forward. Zhao Yi’s upper body was pushed forward, and her hands rested on the dressing mirror.

Zhao Yi stood with her legs together and her buttocks slightly raised. She knew her boyfriend was going to do something shameful in front of the dressing mirror, but she didn’t know exactly what he was going to do. But no matter what he did, her lewd appearance would be clearly visible through the dressing mirror.

Song Ning wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist, slowly squatted down, brought his face close to Zhao Yi’s crotch, and gently sniffed, smelling the strong scent of sex hormones.

He pulled Zhao Yi’s waist back, making her stick her butt out higher, and then spread her two round buttocks apart with his hands, revealing her pink anus and wet, dripping vulva.

Zhao Yi supported herself with one hand on the mirror, and with the other hand she reached behind her to cover her anus, which was writhing with each breath.

“Honey, no, I poop!”

Song Ning didn’t smell any foul odor at all, only his girlfriend’s strong body fragrance. He knew that although Zhao Yi’s anus was still a virgin’s place, it was frequently cleaned and very clean.

Zhao Yi saw in the dressing mirror that a scarlet tongue was sticking out between her legs, covering her vulva, and the tip of the tongue was moving nimbly from side to side, parting her pink labia.

A jolt of electric pleasure instantly shot from her clitoris to every part of her body, making her legs go weak and causing her to moan involuntarily.

“Waaah…husband…no…you can’t…”

Song Ning’s tongue curled upwards, licking the honeyed opening before quickly withdrawing it into her mouth, swirling in a mouthful of sweet, youthful nectar. Then, without pausing, she launched another attack.

This time, however, the tip of the tongue went straight for the clitoris, gently pressing against the folds without being abrupt. Like a dragonfly skimming the water, the tongue curled up and pressed against the perineum, rubbing against the entrance, then forcefully pushing upwards to stretch it out, gliding over the two labia minora, and finally stopping on the clitoris.

The back-and-forth, though seemingly the same path, brought Zhao Yi two completely different kinds of pleasure.

Zhao Yi’s long legs trembled incessantly, her round, honey-like buttocks twisting back and forth. Thinking about how she had gone shopping with her boyfriend without a bra or panties and had been photographed, she felt aroused. Looking at her lewd appearance in the dressing mirror, she fantasized about her husband’s big cock fucking her hard, this sex-addicted, contrasting bitch. She felt as if her soul had flown away.