“No!”
Zhou Xiaqing gripped the bedsheets with both hands, her gaze fixed between her bent legs. On her small face was a look of daze and confusion; even her eyes, usually clear and clean, were swallowed by desire. Her soft, pink lips were slightly parted, and her chest heaved violently, her breath sweet as an orchid.
She looked like a little fox, naive and unworldly, luring others without even knowing it charming and adorable.
Chen Jinshan grabbed her thighs with his large hands and buried his head to continue licking the flower core.
His hot, moist tongue licked the entrance of her sex several times before squeezing into her tight little slit, imitating the motion of intercourse, moving in and out.
She had long been soaked by his licking. At this moment, she could endure no more. Her body seemed to be out of control; her lower abdomen couldn’t stop shivering from the stimulation, and a flow of hot fluid leaked out.
“Zhouzhou, you’ve leaked so much water.” Chen Jinshan chuckled muffledly, stretching out his tongue to lick the love juices clean, bit by bit.
The ambiguous sound of swallowing reached her eardrums directly. Waves of physical pleasure accumulated one after another. Zhou Xiaqing felt so good she was shaking her head from side to side, murmuring unconsciously, “Chen Jinshan… ah… don’t use your tongue…”
Chen Jinshan was already hard as a rock down there; he became even harder, summoned by her soft cries.
He took off his pants, and his large, thick hand gripped her hand, leading it down to his lower body.
Zhou Xiaqing knew what he was doing, and her mind instantly cleared by a few degrees. She stole a glance at his bulging underwear. She let her hand be led by him, sliding down from his muscular, well-defined lower abdomen to the edge of his underwear, and finally to the destination.
Through the fabric of his underwear, she felt his sex.
The moment she touched it, she felt that thing swell a large circle, scaring her heart into a leap. She hurriedly retracted her hand.
Chen Jinshan found her startled reaction adorable. He laughed in a low voice, a sound full of appeal that felt deadly sexy when it fell into her ears.
He slid off his underwear, and his thick, large sex was exposed straight and hard.
They had done it in her room in the early morning; the light had been dim, and she had only caught a few glimpses of his lower body, knowing only that the size was astonishing.
Now, with the light so bright, it was enough for her to see it clearly.
It wasn’t just thick and long; it was also clean, the entire thing a tender, pale pink, with veins bulging, full of tension.
At the thought that this thing would soon enter her body and fill her little slit completely, her heart couldn’t stop beating wildly.
Using his knees, he pried open her closed legs. Chen Jinshan held his sex in one hand, rubbing it back and forth at the entrance of her slit, just not entering.
Down below, it was soaking wet, with fluid continuing to flow out. Her little slit was empty to the point of desperation, urgently needing comfort.
Zhou Xiaqing was tortured to the point of whimpering. She couldn’t help but stretch out a hand, suggestively scratching his forearm.
Still no response.
Resigned, she supported her upper body with her arms, her gaze meeting Chen Jinshan’s eyes, which were filled with mischievous intent.
He was like a wolf-dog that had been lurking in the forest for a long time under the night, deliberately making faint movements, watching the prey lose its composure, waiting for the panicked prey to fall into his trap, followed by coercion and temptation, forcing it to submit.
She couldn’t escape.
He was determined.
The competitive spirit inherent in her bones made Zhou Xiaqing completely sober up. She still half-squinted, waiting quietly for him to make his move.
Chen Jinshan’s lips curled up, a wicked smile appearing on his face. She heard him ask a question he already knew the answer to: “Zhouzhou, do you want me to fuck you?”
“…What do you think?” Zhou Xiaqing asked, holding back her temper.
“You say it.” He leaned down, his lips close to her ear, his deep, husky voice full of magnetism. “Want to be fucked until you cry by Chen Jinshan.”
His hot breath beat against her ear, tickling, silently teasing her heartstrings. His lazy, languid tone was also full of bewitchment.
Zhou Xiaqing didn’t speak; she turned her head and kissed his face.
A light, soft touch. Her lips pressed onto his cheek and immediately parted. She leaned her upper body back slightly, her chin tucked in, leaving just enough distance to survey all his little expressions.
An unspoken seduction.
As if he hadn’t expected this active kiss, Chen Jinshan’s body stiffened for a second, his expression slightly surprised.
His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
Seeing this reaction, an imperceptible smile appeared on Zhou Xiaqing’s face. She was the one holding the winning hand.
The size difference between the two was obvious: his shoulders were broad and his waist narrow, his muscles firm. Although she was considered tall among girls, she appeared thin and small in front of him. His palms were slender and broad; his wrist to his fingertips could almost cover the narrowest part of her waist.
He was a wolf; she was a rabbit.
But a clever, quick-witted rabbit knows how to take control of the big picture.
After a moment of silence, Chen Jinshan straightened up without a word. With a push of his hips, his scorching sex thrust into the moist, slippery, warm little slit.
It was as if he had gone mad; his movements were fierce and rapid. Zhou Xiaqing clung tightly to his waist with her legs, her fair, full breasts bouncing to create beautiful, rippling shadows. The bed also rocked ambiguously with his thrusts.
Under his storm-like offensive, she caught the corner of his eyes actually blushing slightly.
It wasn’t long before her own eyes flushed red too.
From being fucked too hard.
“Chen Jinshan… can you… slow down…” She was slammed until she was completely muddled, and it was only with great difficulty that she finished a complete sentence.
“Wasn’t it you who seduced me? Zhouzhou, do you just want to see me like this?” Having said that, he still slowed down his speed.
“That kind of kissing… how could it be seduction?!” She refused to admit it.
“That kind of kissing is obviously seduction.”
“No.”
“…Fine, then this kind of kissing is seduction.”
As soon as his words fell, he leaned down and sealed her lips.
His thick, flexible tongue greedily drank her sweetness. She was stirred to interest, wrapping her arms around his neck and mimicking him, teasing him back.
The lips above were invaded by him, and the ones below were too.
She fell in love with the taste of kissing while being tightly connected to him.
Sinking.
Falling down.
Plummeting.
Making love is truly so comfortable, so stress-relieving. It was like arriving at another world; all those troublesome trifles were cast to the ends of the earth, leaving only the most primitive, unspoken understanding between two people.
She wanted to keep doing it with him forever.
Immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking, she lost her senses and gradually took the initiative, flipping over onto him.
Their fingers intertwined, their bodies tightly connected, she rose and fell on him, even her hair dancing with joy.
She leaned down again to kiss him, passionately entangled.
The rabbit raised its flag and occupied the high ground.
Full of fighting spirit.