Wen Jin’s room was very large, and so was the bed.
Jiang Wan had never imagined that one day she would be lying on his bed… with his pen/s inside her.
Wen Jin lifted her legs onto his shoulders, pressing against her hips as he thrust into her hard.
The position was strange, but the pleasure was intense. Jiang Wan bit her finger and whimpered, every thrust made her scalp tingle and her spine shiver as if electrified.
“Wen Jin…” Her lower belly ached terribly. She tried to reach for him, but couldn’t, only able to flail helplessly in the air. Her voice carried a sobbing tone: “Don’t… anymore… it aches so much…”
Wen Jin held her legs and thrust a few more times. She didn’t know what he hit, but Jiang Wan cried out sharply, her legs going stiff and straight, her belly quivering, liquid sliding down from her hips along her thighs to the small of her back.
The man was still driving into her with force.
Jiang Wan couldn’t take it, begging desperately, “No more… Wen Jin… no more…”
She really couldn’t endure it anymore.
“I watched thirteen films,” Wen Jin panted as he spread her legs, folding them into an M-shape and pressing them down on both sides. “In eleven of them, the actresses were shouting ‘no,’ but it meant ‘yes.’”
“…” Jiang Wan was crying from being penetrated so hard, her voice breaking, “I’m not an actress.”
“The other two weren’t actresses,” Wen Jin replied.
“…”
Jiang Wan bit her finger, gasping as if she couldn’t get enough air, her head spinning. New chapters come out on g.com first.
The pleasure poured over her like a flood, numbing her scalp and spine, making her whole body tremble as though shocked by electricity. She cried out uncontrollably, her voice sounding so wanton it filled her with shame.
“Does it feel good?” Wen Jin leaned down to kiss her lips.
It felt so good she could die.
But Jiang Wan was embarassed, unwilling to admit it.
“Not good?” Wen Jin seemed stubborn about confirming it.
Jiang Wan, kissed by him, let moans spill from her throat. With tears running down her face, she sobbed, “It… feels… good.”
Wen Jin, satisfied, pinned her down and drove into her with another series of deep, hard thrusts.
Jiang Wan climaxed twice, trembling all over, biting the bedsheet until it tore.
The overwhelming wave of pleasure drowned her. Aside from screaming, she could barely control any part of her body—her frame went rigid, toes curled, and her lower belly convulsed and shivered.
Her face was streaked with tears.
But the pleasure was so intense, she felt as if she was going to be focked to death.
Close to three in the morning, Wen Jin finally released with heavy breaths. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
It was his seventh time.
Jiang Wan almost thought she was going to die beneath him. When he carried her to the bathroom to wash, her legs were still trembling uncontrollably.
Under the shower, physical contact was unavoidable. Jiang Wan hadn’t expected that in just the time it took to apply body wash, Wen Jin was already lowering his gaze toward her thighs again.
He was hard again.
Jiang Wan swallowed, edging backward discreetly. Her back hit the wall—there was nowhere left to retreat. She could only try to dissuade him with words, her voice hoarse: “Wen Jin… listen to me, calm down.”
“Go on,” Wen Jin said, watching her, though his eyes drifted from her lips to her chest, then down again to her slender waist and pale, delicate legs.
“…” Jiang Wan covered her chest with one hand, her throat rough as she spoke, “I mean, calm down. It’s almost dawn, time to sleep. I’m exhausted. You should… rest too.”
Seven times, and he still looked full of energy.
“Mm.” Wen Jin ran his hand through his hair, sweeping his wet bangs back to reveal his smooth forehead. “There are still four hours. You rest now. At seven, get up with me to go running and train. That way, you won’t get so tired next time.”
“…”
Sansukini: After watching those 13 corn, how suppressed have you been feeling?