One long finger traced the embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water on her bodice, light as a dragonfly skimming the surface. It glided over the valley between her br3ast, over the snowy mounds, and in moments, her n1pples, hardening with desire, strained against the fabric, forming two enticing peaks.

"Such a sensitive little thing," Zong Jun murmured, nipping at his wife's delicate earlobe. He didn't remove her clothes, but instead slipped his hand beneath her skirt, finding a welcoming wetness there. His smile deepened. "Yao Yao, do you want it?"

Though they had been married for seven years, a blush still colored Yao Ji's cheeks at such intimate moments. This shy, demure demeanor only endeared her more to Zong Jun. She bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her. "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" Zong Jun leisurely placed his hand between her legs, gently caressing her through her undergarments.

Yao Ji playfully pushed him away. "Rascal," she whispered, though her words held no real heat. He always teased her like this. "I want your big c0ck," she continued, her voice sweet and compliant. Without waiting for further prompting, she looped her arms around his neck, parting her legs and drawing him closer. "I want your big c0ck to fvck my little cvnt."

"You wanton woman," Zong Jun chuckled, giving her bvttocks a playful swat. He quickly shed her remaining garments and carried her into the steaming bath, settling her against him in the warm water. "Then take my c0ck in your mouth."

His thick, long c0ck, already rock-hard, pressed against Yao Ji's lower abdomen. With soft whimpers, she took him in hand, her br3ast swaying with the gentle rocking of the water as he fondled them. Waves of arovsal pulsed through her, quickly soaking the hair at his groin.

She was easily aroused. Though her entrance remained tight despite years of their lovemaking, she took him in with little difficulty. But with their lower bodies submerged, the water sloshed in and out with each movement, creating a unique sensation. He had barely entered her when she felt a fullness that made her cry out. "Husband, not in the water... let's go to the bed, please."

While the sensation of her tight passage around his tip was exquisite, most of his length remained exposed to the cooling air. Zong Jun appeared unfazed, continuing to toy with her br3ast. "Why?"

"It's too full," Yao Ji whined, rubbing against his chest. "So much water... I can't take it."

"How can you not take it?" Zong Jun placed his hand on her lower belly, pressing gently. "Your little cvnt can even take my seed. Good Yao Yao, do you still want my c0ck? If not, then let's stop."

How could she not want it? Her body craved his touch, her core ached for him daily. She gave him a playful glare, and seeing his smug expression, she pinched his balls. "You brute!"

Zong Jun yelped, surprised by the sudden pain. He gripped her bvttocks, thrusting himself deeper inside her. "Cruel woman! If you break my balls, where will you get your man-juice?" he teased. Amidst her moans, he buried himself completely within her. Once she had caught her breath, he held her close, beginning a slow, deep rhythm that rocked them both.