Up to now, Su Man’s defense line has completely collapsed, lying on the bed in a daze, like a sex doll, giving and receiving.
But she is still a living person, with the most instinctual perceptions and reactions.
If Zhou Chengjing thrusts too hard, she would grimace in pain. If the rhythm is just right, too pleasurable, she can’t help but moan, albeit with restrained humiliation.
Once it ends quickly, Su Man thinks she’s finally liberated, but he kisses her on the bed, fondles her bre@sts for a while, and his member becomes erect again, pressing against her buttocks.
Su Man panics and regains her senses: “No, stop…”
Zhou Chengjing has already put on a conduum and thrusts in.
This time, Su Man is lying on her side, while Zhou Chengjing kneels over her, one hand supporting the bed, the other pulling her arm while thrusting.
Her large bre@sts, which she can barely hold with one hand, are squeezed together, forming a deep cleavage. As the shaft collides, waves of white bre@sts sway, and the engorged red bean at the top is like bait drawing someone to drown.
Zhou Chengjing is the first to be seduced, panting heavily as if in worship, burying his face in them.
Sweat beads on his forehead, his voice muffled in Su Man’s flesh, murmuring, “Manman, you’re more delicious than the finest pastries I’ve ever tasted.”
Perhaps it’s the breath, the words, or simply the sweat making Su Man uncomfortable. Her body trembles slightly, pushing him away: “Get up…”
He bites Su Man’s breast, being careful not to leave any marks, and vaguely analyzes for her, “Delicate flesh, fragrant bre@sts, even the water inside your p*ssy is sweet… Hiss… you’re going to suffocate me…”
In her confusion, Su Man tries to shut him up, but he not only refuses to listen but goes further, feeling more and more of her juices, saying to her, “So wet, you’ve leaked so much.”
“Do you like it when I say this?”
After thrusting for a while, Zhou Chengjing sits up straight, wanting to withdraw his member, but Su Man is on the brink of climax again, her inner flesh wriggling, seemingly reluctant to let go.
He isn’t forceful but affectionately pats her buttocks, commanding her, “Open your mouth.”
Su Man is somewhat absent-minded, subconsciously parting her lips slightly, and Zhou Chengjing’s gaze darkens as he slips his fingers in, “I meant the mouth down there. What about the one up here, want a taste of c**ck too?”
His fingertip clamps the wet and soft tongue, stirring it around.
Su Man widened her eyes, trying hard to push him away with her tongue. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Zhou Chengjing grunted and then said, “Imagine how comfortable it would be if it were a c**ck being licked right now.”
Fortunately, he was only talking and had no intention of implementing it now. As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and wiped the saliva on Su Man’s nipple.
He had originally intended to change positions, but he couldn’t resist it now. Instead of pulling his c**ck out, he thrust deeper and harder.
“Ah!” Su Man was stretched tight on tiptoe by this thrust, screaming, “Too deep… I can’t… it’s too swollen…”
“Feels good, huh? No one else has penetrated this deep before,” Zhou Chengjing observed her expression, confirmed her comfort, and then didn’t hold back anymore. Every subsequent thrust followed the same angle and force as before.
“Ah… slow down… stop, stop… ah… I can’t… I need to pee…”
Zhou Chengjing accelerated, surprised by Su Man’s sensitivity. It seemed like she was being switched on and off by his thrusts. Rationality was completely thrown out of the window as she moaned wildly.
He was very excited and didn’t want to restrain himself anymore. He thrust more vigorously, pounding her wildly and urgently, driving her to climax, causing her to urinate.
“Then just pee.”
Zhou Chengjing’s semeeen also flowed uncontrollably as he tore off the conduum, mixing with Su Man’s uncontrolled fluids.