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Oh damn—Yvonne’s totally naked right now! Just picturing that steamy bathroom scene, Shawn felt a surge of wild heat in his belly, burning up his whole body. He knew things were about to get really interesting.
Sure enough, Yvonne’s sweet, slightly shaky voice called out from the bathroom: “Shawn, what are you doing out there? Hurry up and shower with me! You haven’t bathed in three days!”
"Oh, okay, okay! I—I’m coming! Right away!" Shawn stammered, bouncing with excitement. Just thinking about what was about to happen made him rip his clothes off at lightning speed—except the more he rushed, the more tangled he got. His pants got stuck around his ankles, and he wrestled with them forever.
Yvonne’s voice floated out, half complaining, half teasing: “Ugh, Shawn, what’s taking you so long? Don’t tell me you don’t want to shower with me?”
"No way! Absolutely not! I’m just way too excited, give me a sec—I’ll be right there!" Shawn was so pumped he lost all his usual cool. His pants tripped him up again, sending him stumbling toward the bathroom door. He grabbed the frame for support, but his eyes were already glued to the scene inside, heart pounding like crazy—
Through a fog of steam, Yvonne’s gorgeous body lounged in the glass tub, surrounded by floating rose petals. Her creamy skin shimmered seductively in the mist, and the rich scent of roses, soaked by the hot water, filled the whole room.
Shawn couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty in the water. He greedily inhaled the sweet scent, feeling relaxed yet totally restless inside.
His dazed look made Yvonne cover her sexy, cherry-red lips and giggle, her bright eyes sparkling as she slowly swam toward him.
Splash, splash, splash. Her slender, jade-like fingers danced across the water, teasing Shawn with laughter and flirty glances. In the dreamy haze, her body glistened, making Shawn’s heart race. As the hot steam rose, his body heated up, eyes wide, soaking in every second of this heart-pounding show.
“Shawn, why are you just gawking? Get in here already! Or do I need to drag you in myself, hmm?” Yvonne’s voice was so sweet and seductive, it could make angels jealous. Shawn felt every nerve in his body tingle with anticipation.
Gulp—Shawn swallowed hard, his eyes practically boring holes through the water, dying to feast on every inch of Yvonne’s gorgeous, curvy body.
Splash—Yvonne’s movements sent waves across the steamy water. She flipped her wet, silky hair and slowly stood up, her sparkling eyes never leaving Shawn, grinning mischievously.
Holy crap! Does she even realize she’s butt naked? Talk about temptation—this was next-level hot! Sweat popped out on Shawn’s palms, his eyes huge and round, terrified this goddess might vanish if he blinked.
"Hey—dummy, what are you just standing there for? Get in here already—" Yvonne teased, her lips pouting in the cutest, sassiest way.
"Oh—I’m coming in!" Shawn couldn’t wait. He finally shook off his tangled pants and charged for the tub. In his excitement, he stumbled and crashed right into the glass, grabbing Yvonne’s shoulders and pinning her against the side—water splashed everywhere, soaking the floor. The jolt of pain from his wound made him wince and grimace.
Yvonne jumped, cheeks blazing red. She hurried over, “Oh Shawn, slow down! Your wound’s not even healed yet!”
“If I get you—my wound will heal instantly! I swear!” Shawn boasted, full of confidence. The monster between his legs was already standing tall, ready for battle!
“Mmm—let’s soak a bit first. Tonight, I’m all yours!” Yvonne bit her lip, her voice trembling with shy excitement. Her blush and delicate charm made her even more irresistible.
"Oh—Yvonne! You’re just too gorgeous—" Shawn couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed her shoulders, hands glued to her smooth, bouncy body, pressing himself close and letting desire take over.
The glass bathtub was pretty narrow, so when Shawn pulled Lana into his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together. Shawn hugged Lana Wong hard, loving the feeling of her soft, bouncy curves squished against him. Her creamy, milk-white skin slowly rose out of the water, her delicate neck gleaming under the bathroom lights, droplets sparkling on her body, making her look even more irresistible.
The scene was so steamy, Yvonne could barely breathe. Her face was redder than the rose petals floating in the water, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was stuck in her throat. Right now, it felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just her and Shawn.
“Mmm…” Yvonne let out a soft, breathy moan that set Shawn’s nerves on fire. He seized the moment, kissing her flawless face, his hands roaming over her silky skin. He traced her curves, kissed her neck, and finally found her soft, red lips. Yvonne melted in his arms, closing her eyes and hugging Shawn tightly, her hands gently caressing his strong chest.
They kissed passionately, Shawn expertly slipping his tongue between Yvonne’s lips, tangling with hers in a dance of desire. Sweetness and heat flowed between them, both lost in the bliss of each other’s touch.
In that moment, all the emotions Yvonne had bottled up burst out. She hugged Shawn’s waist tightly, matching his fiery kisses, her soft moans filling the air. She was drunk on his passion and strength, lost in the heat of their embrace.
Shawn’s moves got bolder, his knee gently parting Yvonne’s legs. Under his relentless caresses, Yvonne felt her mouth go dry, a fire burning in her belly. Her whole body flushed hot, her moans growing louder, and the wetness between her thighs begged Shawn to take things further.
Her body and hands went soft, and she panted, whispering to Shawn, "Shawn... Shawn, carry me to the bed. This is my first time—I want it to be on the bed."
Shawn nodded, scooping Yvonne up and stepping out of the tub toward the massive antique bed. As he reached the bedside, he spotted a spotless white blanket in the center. His eyes lit up—he knew that soon, that pure white blanket would be stained with the symbol of her innocence.
Sure enough, Yvonne shyly wrapped her arms around Shawn’s neck and whispered, "Shawn, it’s my first time. According to tradition, we should have white silk ready—let my flower dye it red. Please, be gentle with me!"
"Mmm—Yvonne, I’ll be gentle, and I promise I’ll show you how wonderful it feels to be a woman!" Shawn said excitedly, gently laying her on the bed. Yvonne closed her eyes, lying on her side, her snow-white skin glowing under the soft covers, waiting for Shawn to guide her. Shawn kissed her tender skin, full of loving care—he wanted this night to be unforgettable.
Shawn softly kissed Yvonne’s cherry lips, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. Yvonne’s tense body slowly relaxed, her breaths coming in soft pants, cheeks flushed, her red lips letting out gentle moans. Her legs parted just a little, and the mysterious valley between them glistened in the mist—telling Shawn the moment was finally right.
With all his experience, Shawn knew the foreplay was over. He broke through her defenses, bringing his heavy artillery to the front lines—at the signal, he launched a full-on assault!
"Ah—" A sharp pain shot through Yvonne, cold sweat beading on her forehead. But she gritted her teeth and clung tightly to Shawn’s waist. Crimson drops trickled down her legs, staining the white blanket with little red blossoms—her eyes brimmed with tears from the pain.
Shawn pushed past her final barrier, feeling her tight body tremble. He started slow, then gradually picked up the pace. Yvonne bit her lip, her brows furrowed, enduring the sharp pain. Slowly, the pain faded, replaced by a strange, thrilling sensation—she began to moan softly.
In the quiet night, strange moans echoed—soft, longing, mixed with bursts of pleasure and pain. It was a night of wild romance, and even the moon seemed to blush and hide behind the clouds.