Chapter 30

Ever since that fateful encounter Noh Ayla had been craving Evan’s touch for what felt like an eternity. This longing had become a recurring theme in her life, one that she couldn’t shake off.

She would often sit in the bedroom, and her mind would frequently wander back to that moment when she felt a wave of desire and excitement wash over her.

She had been so caught up in the thrill of the experience that she had never felt anything like it before, and the memory of it continued to haunt her.

Her husband’s lovemaking had long been dull and routine, and she had found herself repeatedly fantasizing about Evan’s big, thick penis, imagining the way it would feel inside her, the way it would make her body come alive.

These fantasies had become a regular escape for her, a way to cope with the monotony of her marriage.

Noh Ayla’s fingers would often twitch, and she would feel a sudden urge to touch herself, to relive the memories of that day.

She would imagine herself inserting her fingers deep within her plump flesh, feeling the pleasure build up inside her, until she reached a climax that left her breathless.

This had become a familiar ritual, one that she would return to again and again.

But her thoughts were frequently interrupted by the sound of her son’s voice, reminding her that she needed to be careful.

She had scared Evan that day, and he had hardly come to visit since.

This had become a pattern, one that she was desperate to break.

She had been consistently urging her son to invite him over, hoping to recreate the magic of that day, but she knew she had to tread carefully.

The memory of Evan’s presence still lingered, and she was determined to rekindle the spark that had been extinguished.

Now as she looked at Evan, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of desire. He had grown taller and stronger since she last saw him, and his body seemed to be ripening like a ripe fruit.

She felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

But Noh Ayla knew she had to be patient. She had been a housewife for years, and her social interactions were limited to the occasional trip to the market or supermarket.

She was out of practice when it came to seduction, and she didn’t know how to create the kind of coincidence that had brought her and Evan together that day.

So she decided to take a different approach.

She would dress up in her sexiest clothes, and try to entice Evan into her bed. She would pretend to be helpless and vulnerable, and hope that he would take the initiative to make a move.

But as she looked at Evan, she knew it wouldn’t be easy.

He seemed hesitant and unsure, and she could sense the fear lurking beneath his surface.

As the evening drew to a close, Noh Ayla knew she had to be content with just a glimpse of Evan’s interest.

During the day, she threw him a few seductive glances, but Evan just smiled and looked away.

Noh Ayla knew she had to be patient, to wait for the right moment to strike.

As she settled into bed that night, a quiet sense of anticipation stirred within her.

The thought of Evan’s next visit brought a subtle smile to her lips—that time, she would be ready.

Lying there, suspended between sleep and wakefulness, she listened to the soft hum of the house, her mind drifting aimlessly.

Then, suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the stillness. Evan was calling her name from the bedroom door.