059｜(Fifty-eight) Who did I meet?

The air was thick with the scent of desire, thick and murky.

The familiar name flooded Xie Qingyan's ears, and the intense thrusting from behind shook his head into a muddled mess, the irregular movements like sitting in a speeding car.

The world was shaking, my vestibular nerves were out of balance, and I was experiencing motion sickness.

The genitals continued to churn inside the vagina, the delicate vaginal opening revealing tender, rosy flesh with each thrust of the penis.

Adding fuel to the fire of the constellation, his fingers circled from the buttocks to the vulva, pinching and twisting the clitoris.

Under the dual stimulation, the plump, white buttocks trembled, the flower bud twitched, and small streams of water gushed out, making the boy's abdominal muscles wet and shiny.

Pleasure is like a soda bottle that's being maliciously shaken, constantly building up until it reaches a breaking point, with bubbles hitting the cap and the bottle about to collapse.

Xie Qingyan's elbows completely lost their support, half of his body went limp on the bed, his waist and abdomen pressed even lower, leaving only his buttocks sticking up high to welcome the raging waves of penetration.

The intimate contact between the flesh and the meat was so intense that the sensation was all too clear.

Like a giant axe carving out a chasm, she experienced unprecedented tectonic movements, which were practically earth-shattering.

With agile waist and abdomen, the penis fits perfectly into the soft and juicy hole, then is pulled out quickly and thrust in forcefully, the sound of flesh slapping loudly, and water splashing everywhere at the point of intercourse.

The layers of flesh around him cleaved and bit him, and Su Xingmao's breathing became unsteady: "Do the people you met today know that the kitten was fucked until it squirted?"

The window frame, the bright moon, and the fluttering gauze transform into overlapping images, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, which adhere to the retina, causing dizziness to invade the brain and leading to a decline in speech function.

Xie Qingyan could only let out short, panting breaths: "...Ugh, no, I don't know, I can't take it anymore, please be gentle..."

"The kitten lied to me." Su Xingmao's brows furrowed, and a cold, gloomy light appeared in his eyes.

She didn't meet Shen Huaixu today.

The answer he had already guessed had been confirmed, yet he still held his breath and asked, waiting for Xie Qingyan's definitive reply: "Is that so?"

Did he find out?

Did you let something slip?

Feeling dizzy, Xie Qingyan felt a pang of guilt. She gripped the bed with her fingers and moved forward a few inches, as if trying to escape to a distant place before he got angry.

At the same time, racking her brains for a way to defend herself, she weakly began to speak: "I didn't..."

The unconvincing rebuttal only confirms the lie.

He crawled forward on his knees, but before he could take a single step, Xie Qingyan was grabbed by the arms and dragged back.

He gave a faint smile, pinched her plump buttocks, slowed down his thrusts, and penetrated her to the core. His swollen glans pressed against her tender spot, rubbing and grinding with patience, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep.

Occasionally, he would pull back an inch, then wrap his arms around her hips and pull her back, causing her body to crash against him, ramming into the depths of her greedy, thirsty passage.

The rising bubbles were forcibly suppressed.

Her already soaked flesh could not withstand the teasing and collapsed completely. She looked back with red eyes and tears welling up, on the verge of crying.

Her eyes were like peeled peaches, revealing the still-hanging flesh, the tender pit, plump and red.

Dewdrops in my eyes turn into rain, and the wind blowing through the window creates a misty, rainy atmosphere.

He stopped talking and resorted to such despicable means, using his body to keep her desire lingering, forcing her into a state of neither going up nor down.

"Don't do this..."

Xie Qingyan hummed and called out to Su Xingmao, but he ignored her.

The acupoints contracted and opened inside, sucking on the penis incessantly. Her body language pleaded for mercy, expressing her desire for a more intense penetration, rather than this superficial teasing.

"What are you doing!" Xie Qingyan said, still pushing forward, "If you can't handle it, then get out."

Whether she tried to be gentle or forceful, Su Xingmao didn't respond at all, his lower body movements never stopping. When she tried to run away, he pulled her back.

Having experienced both forceful, sweeping thrusts and superficial, cursory insertions, it was truly unbearable.

This is the most vile form of torture.

Xie Qingyan, unable to bear it any longer, swayed her hips, crying out to heaven in vain. Gritting her teeth, she could only secretly pinch her thigh and squeeze out a few crocodile tears: "Waaah... I was wrong—"

The last syllable and the intonation were drawn out, accompanied by soft panting. The four words sounded like they were mixed with honey, completely in a coquettish tone, spoken sweetly and delicately.

With a deep thrust, the boy spoke breathlessly, his voice barely audible, his dry throat hoarse.

"Who did you see?"

...

Before Xie Qingyan could finish speaking, his mouth was suddenly covered. A hand twisted his face and pinched his cheeks tightly. He met Su Xingmao's slightly furrowed brows and solemn expression.

Su Xingmao coldly glared at her.

The bright moon filtered through the shadows of the trees, casting a cool, grayish-green hue on his face.

Strange and frightening.

Are you happy?

She didn't realize what was happening.

"What?"

He gripped her waist tighter and thrust deeply into her cervix: "I'm asking you, did you have fun with him?"

Xie Qingyan's body was bent forward from being manipulated, and her acupoints were sore and swollen. This time she was really suffering from pain and exhaustion. Her shiny lower lip was bitten with a row of pearly teeth marks. She was in unbearable pain and glared at people angrily.

Sensing something was wrong, she suppressed her anger slightly, shrank back, and immediately shifted the blame: "No... I'm not happy. Yes, it was him who asked me out..."