020｜(19) Dirty

The wind picked up again, blowing the windows open and letting the wind in.

The curtains, held captive by the wind, rolled up layer by layer, weakly slapping against the floral wallpaper wall. The gauze curtains struggled in vain, and Xie Qingyan was no different from the fluttering curtains. He only used a little force, and she could hardly break free.

"Where?" The voice grew lower and hoarse, dry.

The hand movements quickened, the coronal sulcus turned a brighter red than pink, the veins wrapped around the stem seemed to throb, the knuckles slid down from top to bottom and then climbed up from bottom to top, bringing with them a sticky, wet sound, the wrist bones collided with the heavy sac, making a slapping sound.

Without exception, they all rushed to whisper in her ear. Xie Qingyan was filled with unease, convinced that Su Xingmao was a beast in human form and would definitely do such a bad thing, so she settled for second best.

"Hand..." Xie Qingyan hesitated before blurting out, handing his hand to Su Xingmao, and complaining about his reckless strength: "Su Xingmao, be gentle, you're strangling me..."

The grip on his waist, which felt like it was being wrapped by vines, did indeed loosen slightly.

The pace quickened, his breathing became rapid, Su Xingmao's eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes could not conceal the surging emotions in his eyes, his heart pounded violently in his chest, and the world swayed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." A few hoarse breaths escaped her throat as she called his name, the words barely left her lips.

The body suddenly released its strength, and the waist and abdomen pushed forward.

A thick, viscous stream of heat suddenly shot up onto her chest and waist, and even soaked her long hair that hung down to her chest.

The black was etched with white impurities, the black and white so distinct it was blinding, and the air was filled with a decadent atmosphere of lust.

The fishy, ​​sweet, and strong aroma went straight into my nasal cavity.

She blinked, giving him no chance to react.

Su Xingmao's cheeks also flushed. He gently lowered his head and looked at Xie Qingyan. Her white dress and her clean appearance were now a mess of his clumps of white semen.

He stared intently, his mood gloomy and unclear.

"You spoke too late."

Xie Qingyan snapped out of her daze. Her eyes swept over and she saw his still-erect penis, which hadn't yet shrunk after ejaculation. A surge of anger rose within her, and she stomped her foot, trying to shake off the filthy thing hanging from her hair: "You dare blame me! You're disgusting!"

They dared to shift the blame onto her.

She was so angry that she bared her teeth and claws, ready to hit him, but before she could land a slap, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms again. His lips brushed against her earlobe, and a fire ignited within her. He murmured to her, "I really want to kiss a kitten."

"dream.

The insults were swallowed back into his mouth.

It's no longer the awkward and hesitant first kiss it was an hour ago.

Su Xingmao learned extremely quickly and kissed her fiercely, unleashing a storm of passion between their lips and teeth, gripping her throat and the back of her neck, giving her no chance to escape.

He hooked his legs around hers, flipped her from a face-to-face sitting position, and pressed her to the foot of the bed. His tongue forcefully invaded Xie Qingyan's gurgling mouth, licking her lips, tongue, and teeth as if sweeping them away.

Xie Qingyan curled her tongue up and pressed it against the roof of her mouth to evade his pursuit.

Su Xingmao moved an inch away, his eyes deep and unfathomable, his fingers mercilessly pinching her jawbone. Xie Qingyan was forced to open her mouth wide, and Su Xingmao got his wish and took her tongue into his mouth, chasing after the soft flesh inside her mouth, sucking, entwining, and stirring.

Lips biting lips, tongues grappling tongues.

The kiss that stole her breath was too fierce, and Xie Qingyan was powerless to resist. She could only endure it until her whole face turned red and her head was spinning.

The world spun around him before he reluctantly let go.

"Breathe," Su Xingmao even "kindly" reminded her.

Xie Qingyan was extremely indignant.

The belated slap landed mercilessly.

She used even more force than before, almost exerting all her strength. With a single palm strike, her body tilted to one side, causing Su Xingmao's face to be completely distorted. His hair was disheveled in the wind, and his expression was obscured by the night.

"You deserve it." Xie Qingyan gasped for breath and took a few steps back nervously.

She didn't want to pay any more attention to him and turned to go to the bathroom.

After walking only a few steps, their steps came to a halt.

Her hand was grabbed from behind again. Did he still dare to provoke her? Xie Qingyan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bared her claws and hissed, "What else do you want?"

Su Xingmao remained silent, having already wiped his hands clean and dressed himself again.

Taking two steps forward, Xie Qingyan cautiously retreated.

Su Xingmao simply gazed at her calmly. After his lust subsided, he reverted to his former cold, indifferent, quiet, and taciturn demeanor, as if he hadn't been the one masturbating and panting in front of her just moments before.

Xie Qingyan frowned, she hated Su Xingmao the most.

With this expression and excellent grades, he was always admired and praised by his mother, classmates, and teachers.

They would never imagine how infatuated he was, Xie Qingyan thought maliciously.

Su Xingmao raised his hand and reached out to Xie Qingyan's face, wiping away a trace of white dirt with his fingers: "It's dirty."

"It's all your fault."

He should have said something, because it only made Xie Qingyan angrier. He had ruined her limited-edition collaboration dress, which she had only worn once, and it reeked of semen. It was awful. She rolled her eyes and said, "It's all your fault. Look at me!"

Su Xingmao said, "I'll compensate you."

He knew absolutely nothing about fashion; he probably couldn't even tell which brand she was wearing. Xie Qingyan looked at him with disdain, calling him a complete idiot and bookworm: "This is a limited edition. Do you know how much it costs?"

He remained silent: "You can tell me."

"Get out of here!"

Xie Qingyan didn't want to waste any more words with him. She had her fun and now she was going to lift her skirt and run away.