Chapter 509: Rooftop Dual Swimming

ontacted someone and asked for help in ambushing Wang Zheng. Even though at that time Su Tianran knew Song Ziyue was also in the car, this scion of the Su family hesitated not one bit.To him, Song Ziy...Chapter 509: Double Act on the Rooftop Swimming Pool

"Hey!" Wang Zheng was still trying to say more when his body lost balance and fell into the water! He never would have thought that Song Ziyè would suddenly push him down!

"Gulp!"

Because of inadequate preparation, Wang Zheng swallowed a large mouthful of water. After spitting out the water, he said, "Is this what you call swimming"

Since Song Ziyè was standing at the edge of the pool while Wang Zheng was underwater, from his perspective, he could see exactly underneath her skirt.

Of course, Wang Zheng swore that it was purely accidental.

However, even if it was unintentional, such a sight made him feel parched and his body on fire despite being submerged in cold water!

Since Song Ziyè hadn't turned on the rooftop lights and they were relying solely on moonlight filtering through, Wang Zheng's sharp eyesight could not fully see everything clearly. However, this hazy and shadowy view無疑增添了彆樣的美感和誘惑力。

Underneath the short skirt and with the moonlight casting shadows, Wang Zheng saw a plump area at the base of Song Ziyè’s snow-white long legs that could arouse countless men's desire and imagination.

Although Song Ziyè was wearing hipster lace shorts that revealed almost nothing, such a view undoubtedly did not weaken but rather intensified the visual impact on men!

"This is how I swim." Song Ziyè clearly noticed Wang Zheng's gaze; any woman would be pleased to be appreciated by the man she loves in this way, even if his look was lecherous—it still affirmed her attractiveness, right

With that said, Song Ziyè kicked off her high heels and jumped down too!

If we don't go wild now, we'll be old before we know it!

The chilly water permeated her snow-white skin, causing Song Ziyè to shiver involuntarily.

But it was summer; soon enough, she adjusted to the temperature.

Her clothes were soaked through. Originally wearing a thin, gossamer-like sheer dress, everything hugged her body now, adding an ethereal beauty under the moonlight!

"Honestly, this way of swimming is pretty great." Wang Zheng said as he reached out and pulled Song Ziyè into his arms, then without further ado, kissed her forcefully.

Feeling that fiery embrace, Song Ziyè’s body warmed up too. She wanted to let loose and discard the facade she had put on herself, indulging in unrestrained freedom.

So instead of passively accepting Wang Zheng's advances, Song Ziyè extended her sweet and soft tongue to passionately reciprocate!

This embrace, this feeling—it was what she had longed for from the start.

The two kissed for several minutes before parting, each taking deep breaths before leaning in to kiss again.

Of course, Wang Zheng's large hand wasn't idle either; it roamed all over Song Ziniye's back, from the smooth skin to her uplifted buttocks. His fingers touched every inch of her body.

Wang Zheng’s fingertips seemed to have a magical power that stirred up an irresistible itchiness inside Song Ziniye. At this moment, she felt as if she had been transported back to that hotel room where they once lived together; that night was so beautiful and memorable.

At this point, Wang Zheng's hand moved upwards from the bottom, lifting Song Ziniye’s dress. His actions were far from gentle, bordering on roughness. Yet such behavior reminded her of what happened on that day, prompting a more passionate response from her.

Song Ziniye raised both hands over her head, allowing Wang Zheng to pull down her skirt, revealing her extremely sexy areas in front of him.

The thin white bra was now unobstructed under the moonlight; snow-white soft peaks dotted with droplets shimmered, exuding a delicate yet intense allure.

Song Ziniye didn't back down either. Mimicking Wang Zheng's actions, she tore off his clothes and continued kissing him passionately. Her hands then reached for his belt buckle.

As he kissed Song Ziniye, one of Wang Zheng’s hands pushed aside the white undergarment to reach those soft peaks; with fingers and palm working in unison, he molded them into different shapes!

Sensing her beloved man's warm hand enveloping a certain part of her body, Song Ziniye couldn’t help but let out a faint moan. Wang Zheng too could hardly describe the sensation as anything other than strange yet pleasurable.

It seemed they no longer wanted to stop at this teasing game; Wang Zheng used both hands to quickly remove Song Ziniye’s white undergarments, leaving her large breasts jiggling and exposed before his eyes.

By this time, Song Ziyè's cheeks were flushed red, and the affection in her eyes was openly displayed. Any man who saw such a look would likely feel his bones turn to jelly and become utterly weak.

Wang Zheng’s gaze was completely captivated by the scenery before him; he plunged his hands into the water, supporting Song Ziyè's buttocks from both sides. Song Ziyè did not resist as Wang Zheng's fingers sank into her plump flesh.

Absent any resistance, Wang Zheng lifted Song Ziyè up with a slight effort, and her snow-white peaks came to rest right in front of his face.

Without hesitation, driven by instinct, he lowered his head and buried himself within those soft peaks to savor the pleasure of suffocation.

Watching Wang Zheng burying his head into her chest, a sense of unprecedented fulfillment rose in Song Ziyè's heart. She knew that both her body and soul now belonged entirely to this man; no one could take them away or separate them.

She enjoyed seeing the look of obsession on Wang Zheng’s face for her own sake; it was her little happiness.

However, Wang Zheng's actions had also fully awakened Song Ziyè's physical desires. As she was being pulled along and holding onto Wang Zheng’s neck with both hands, she decided to take the initiative and kicked off all his clothes.

"Not bad at all, I like it when you're passive," said Wang Zheng in surprise as he looked up and grinned mischievously.

As a result, Song Ziyè's face turned even redder. But at this crucial moment, she did not care about anything else; she simply reached out her hand to press Wang Zheng’s head firmly against her chest!

"You're really taking the initiative," muttered Wang Zheng as his breath was cut off by the flesh in front of him and he found his mouth blocked again.n front of so many self-proclaimed elites. This performance alone won the hearts of all the workers. Of course, no one truly believed what he said about his "ideal city". At such a young age—looking n...