046｜(Forty-five) Licking the hole (h)

"Anything else?" The boy's voice was extremely low, deep and slightly magnetic, like an electric current, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her skin. Her vagina couldn't help but contract a few more times, secreting more fluid.

Driven by desire, and with courage flowing like a bursting dam, Xie Qingyan licked his dry lips: "The kitten wants...master to lick it..."

"Where should I lick?" Su Xingmao pinched her breast through her school uniform and gently kneaded it.

Xie Qingyan was wearing very thin underwear, and the boy's knuckles could be seen through the not-so-thick clothing. He pinched the nipple between two fingers, which was sensitive and erect at the slightest touch, and rubbed it with his knuckles.

So soft. Sinking into cotton, a softness that makes your heart sway.

She let out a soft "ah" sound and exhaled.

He scoffed, "No wonder it's a kitten; it gets horny after just one touch."

Su Xingmao bent down and moved closer to her legs.

Xie Qingyan shyly covered her mouth with her hand, unwilling to let out any more moans. As soon as she lowered her head, she met his head peeking out from between her legs, his handsome face buried in her...

Her short hair was tied up to her calves, and steam rose up from it.

Lustful…

Xie Qingyan's cheeks flushed red. She shyly tried to clench her legs to keep him from looking, but when she did, it was as if she was deliberately clamping down on Su Xingmao's head to prevent him from leaving, as if she was greedily eating.

They immediately separated again, exposing the flower cave even more completely. The glistening vulva, folds, and clitoris, soaked in water, were all seen by Su Xingmao. This time, it was as if she was embracing him and beckoning him to come up and urging him to start kissing her.

Closing it is not right, nor is closing it.

He was caught in a dilemma.

She was so embarrassed that her eyes trembled and her legs shook. She should have looked away, but she couldn't hold her gaze and stood there awkwardly.

Su Xingmao had a plain face and shallow double eyelids that were only noticeable when he lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were different from hers; they were not curled at all, but straight little black brushes, stiff and upright, long and thin, just like his usual standing posture.

So when he lowered his eyes, a long, thick fan covered his eyes, making it impossible to see the brilliance in his dark pupils.

All that could be seen were her clear, bright features framed by her dark hair. In the dim light, her thin, wrinkled skin curved into an arc, as if she were smiling.

"After you finish speaking, what are you licking?"

"Lick the hole." With a stroke of genius, Xie Qingyan finished the sentence without needing any prompting, "The kitten wants its master to lick its hole."

Without pausing, she mustered her courage and, blushing, pressed on.

He gripped her thighs with both hands. Xie Qingyan's thighs were plump and even. She had a slender frame, and her flesh hung on her body like waves. With a little force, his thin knuckles sank into her flesh.

Slender hands, plump legs, fair skin, and the blue veins on the back of the hands that meander like mountain ridges, where do the clouds and mist swirl around the green mountains?

The colors and textures create an unparalleled visual impact with strong contrasts.

Xie Qingyan wondered if those hands were bulging with veins like this when they were choking her neck. What a pity... due to the difference in perspective, she couldn't see it.

Su Xingmao parted her legs, revealing the pearl hidden in the shell. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips and teeth against hers. Before there was any movement, he could feel Xie Qingyan's legs tense up, and the water surged even more joyfully.

The tablecloth was so wet it was unsightly.

He opened his mouth and bit down, his lips and tongue darting out, his warm, soft tongue touching her equally tender labia.

His first reaction was like kissing.

He then denied it.

This wasn't a resemblance; he was indeed kissing her other, drooling lips.

He carefully licked her labia, his teeth cruelly biting her already aroused and swollen clitoris. He only used the tips of his teeth to gently grind it, and Xie Qingyan trembled all over. Even biting her lower lip, she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her mouth: "Don't... don't bite."

Su Xingmao didn't say anything. It was his first time giving oral sex to a girl. He tried to remain calm, but his ears were secretly turning red. His movements were not very skillful, and he would pause for a second after each lick.

She subtly observed Xie Qingyan's reaction and was certain that she trembled the most when his tongue was sucking on her clitoris. Her face was flushed, her eyes were misty, and she looked extremely happy.

Next, he used his tongue to probe into the tiny, cracked opening, mimicking intercourse as he pushed it inside.

She trembled when she went in, and she shook when she came out.

A soft, animalistic whimper escaped her throat, a mixture of resistance and acceptance, as she whispered, "No." Her voice was delicate and alluring, almost meltingly sweet; there was no hint of reluctance whatsoever.

Xie Qingyan's inside was wet and soft, the flesh was tender and smooth, and it gripped him tightly with great vitality, trying to force him to melt inside.

A melting ice cream.

At first, we were cautious and careful, afraid that she might feel uncomfortable. When she saw the water, it flowed out in streams, like rain pouring down from the sky, overflowing endlessly.

Su Xingmao, no longer holding back, became unrestrained, savoring the sweet and pungent juice with his tongue.

Xie Qingyan's vision blurred, but he felt waves of pleasure shooting up from his tailbone, spreading into his mind and making his senses explode.

The tongue can go from clumsy to skillful in just a few minutes, and the live fish seems to be burrowing in and out, as if sucking the nectar of a flower.

The sweet taste wasn't enough; you had to vigorously churn out even more sticky flower juice.

Xie Qingyan's mind went blank. He felt as if he had fallen into a cloud. His feet and hands were not his feet, and everything was numb.

It's soft and crumbly.

The climax came swiftly and violently.

Caught off guard, Xie Qingyan's chest heaved violently, and she couldn't help but scream. Her wavering mind cleared up a little in that instant, and she suddenly remembered that she was still at school—being given oral sex by the best student in her class.

She was doing such lewd things in the art room...

This stark contrast in perception made Xie Qingyan's heart pound. Terrified of being overheard, she pressed her fingers against her teeth, her legs trembling, her lower body spasming as fluid gushed out. Su Xingmao moved faster, his tongue rolling over the fluid, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed it all.

In the back and forth, Su Xingmao made rapid progress, from instinctive teasing to mastering new tricks without a teacher. He even used his tongue to slap her vulva, splashing water on her face, and rubbing his nose into her vulva. The hard bone and the soft tongue tormented Xie Qingyan together.

"You're shaking so badly." He smiled faintly, asking her with his face still wet with water, "Does the kitten like to be licked?"

Her face flushed and she was anxious, stammering without making a sound. He then pressed harder, rubbing her clitoris fiercely, forcing her to abandon her shame and sink into depravity with him.

"I like it...ah!" Xie Qingyan murmured. The boy's tongue was burning hot as he licked and sucked, turning her body red. Her exposed skin was covered with a layer of pink. His tongue kept teasing and scraping her tender flesh, hooking and teasing her clitoris. The pleasure gradually intensified, like the drumbeats of a piece of music climbing to their peak, so intense that it was unbearable.

"Ugh..." Having just ejaculated once, with lingering sensations, Xie Qingyan was breathless and unable to control her panting. She pushed Su Xingmao forward with the leg that was resting on his shoulder.

I really can't stand it.

He looked like he had just died, his forehead glistening with sweat.

She couldn't push the stone figure away, and when she tried to escape, Su Xingmao's grip tightened, pressing Xie Qingyan down and sucking on her with his tongue, making the remaining drops of water drip.

During the quiet lunch break, the studio was filled with the sounds of water and the smacking of lips and tongues.