She waited impatiently for him on the bed, aching and full of need. Su Xiaofei wasn't nervous about anything at the moment and if Lu Qingfeng didn't give her the satisfaction she needed tonight, there would be bloody murder.
Of course Lu Qingfeng was oblivious to what his wife was thinking at the moment, his mind racing, forcing him to move faster and return to the sweet heat of his wife. With slightly trembling hands, he tore off the packet and rolled the condom over his length, pleased that he was able to put it on easily this time.
He went back to the bed and gently spread her thighs. He was still hard and aching, wanting her to the point of pain. At this point, his inexperience was making his doubt his ability to please his wife.
Lu Qingfeng leaned his body gently over her smaller frame, pressing himself between her open thighs. The bed creaked as he positioned his tip at her entrance, his hard tip touching the wet and slippery folds of her nether lips.
