079｜(Seventy-eight) Suffocating climax with a pinched kiss - slightly erotic

A sharp pain shot through her lips; Su Xingmao had bitten her. Xie Qingyan, of course, didn't hold back and retaliated even more fiercely, grinding her teeth against Su Xingmao's nimble, soft tongue, biting down and tearing it apart, even harder than Su Xingmao.

Her blood may be his.

I can't tell.

The rich, salty, and pungent smell of blood spread in his mouth, swirling and churning within him as his tongue swept it away. Su Xingmao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the saliva, a mixture of their blood and saliva, in this smacking kiss.

Then, he licked her injured lips again, savoring the memory.

What an unromantic kiss! It was like a fight, full of flashing swords and bloodshed.

His neck was also being choked.

With a slight pull, Xie Qingyan sat on his lap, and the boy's other free hand lifted her full hips.

Her head was forced to tilt back, to greet the fierce kiss with an arrogant, head-raising posture.

Su Xingmao's hand on her neck wasn't particularly forceful, but even with his control, the vast difference in height, the contrast between his broad hand and slender neck, and the lingering sense of oppression, tightly choked her breath.

His gentleness receded like the tide, leaving behind only the bare reefs of his cruelty.

He laughed and said, "The kitten is already having a blast before it even starts."

"Will you be able to take it when it's inserted later?"

Xie Qingyan squinted, glaring at him with all her might, her eyes screaming, "Get out! You... stop interfering with me. You're sick and you still want to do it. Don't let yourself get impotent halfway through and die in bed."

The force suddenly increased.

His pulse pounded beneath his fingers, and as he listened to her futile swallowing of saliva, he asked her, "The kitten can still talk, so you feel it's too light, not satisfying enough, right? Do you want it a little harder?"

Xie Qingyan's throat tightened, and he could only groan and moan, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Blood gushed and flowed to her face, turning it a strawberry red, while the knuckles of her fingers gripping his shirt turned slightly white.

Su Xingmao lowered his eyelids, carefully observing her expression to make sure she could bear it, and then tentatively increased the pressure.

Air is forced out of the throat, making exhalation more difficult.

Xie Qingyan should have struggled, resisted, or cursed at his body for being treated so cruelly, but instead, he uncontrollably experienced pleasure.

My eyes were misty, and a fog of moisture filled the air.

…I love it, I love being kissed while my neck is being choked, with knuckles pressed against my throat, my most vulnerable spot being held in someone's hand, the airflow restricted, my throat burning hot.

The exhalation sound was torn apart, turning into intermittent moans.

The sound was faint and delicate, almost inaudible.

The dizziness from lack of oxygen and the pain of suffocation intertwine to create an incredible sense of pleasure.

When you relinquish control of your body to someone else, you can fully feel being deeply possessed and controlled.

This feeling of being out of control is like dancing on a cliff edge, with adrenaline surging and the brain extremely excited.

Dangerous yet alluring pleasure.

Xie Qingyan could not deny that Su Xingmao had a very strong sexual attraction to her.

While being choked, she was like a dehydrated fish, forced to open her mouth wide to breathe.

His tongue slipped in unnoticed, even biting down on her pitiful tongue that peeked out from her lips and teeth. He played with it in his mouth, and a storm raged, a torrential downpour of kisses slowly engulfing her reason.

In a state of confusion and infatuation, a white light suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

The hand that was supporting her little bottom moved downwards and unzipped her pants, touching the expected wetness. Her underwear was soaked with water, revealing a dark patch.

His long fingers slid inside the edge of her panties, pinched the tip of his finger, and scooped up the wetness from her vulva, holding it up in front of her.

His slender knuckles were covered with glistening liquid.

"The kitten is soaking wet."

He smiled faintly, his cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

"When, should I kiss you, or pinch you?"

Xie Qingyan couldn't answer; how could she say it was before the two of them even started dating?

Her body reacted.

Seeing that she remained silent, Su Xingmao pondered knowingly, "Let me guess, it's because the little cat has wanted me to fuck her for a long time."

"That's why they get into heat, and they can climax after being choked and kissed a couple of times, right?"

The hand on his neck suddenly loosened.

Suddenly, a finger was inserted into the wet, damp opening, peeling back layers of tender flesh and reaching deep inside.

The flesh inside the hole swallowed his finger without warning.

Xie Qingyan screamed.

It was so sudden, so sudden.

The sudden, intense pleasure came on strong.

Like a violently shaken Coke bottle, it suddenly bursts inside the body, the soda splashing up.

The moist, tender flesh enveloped the finger, sucking and teasing it. The finger bone bent slightly inside the acupoint. There were no fancy techniques, just rough poking and teasing.

Excessive gluttony caused a spasm in her sensitive lower body, as if she had been electrocuted, her vagina opening and closing, releasing large amounts of fluid.

Thirsty for the deeper penetration of the flesh, it tightly gripped the knuckles with unsatisfying urge.

I want something hotter, bigger, harder, heavier, and more ruthless.

He thrust inside, filling every crevice of her cavity, relentlessly ravaging her.

Her limp body hung limply on the boy.

He exhaled deeply.

The air rushed into Xie Qingyan's lungs, and he gasped for breath, as if he had just died.

She had already orgasmed once before we even did it.

Xie Qingyan was both annoyed and pleased. And...felt...it wasn't enough.

She licked her dry lips, which glistened and shone like they were coated with honey, sparkling and alluring.

Xie Qingyan's clothes were ripped off, but her muddled mind had forgotten when.

The only feeling was that Su Xingmao was really hot. Her low fever hadn't subsided yet, and her body was hotter than usual, even that part of her body. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a burning stick, hot and hard, pressing against her plump buttocks.

A thick, long object was stuck between the thighs, and a finger was gently poking inside the vaginal muscles.

Su Xingmao lowered his eyes and gently kissed the finger mark on her neck. He stared at the bright red mark for a long time, seemingly obsessed. He rubbed his finger against it, as if trying to spread the red mark more evenly, make it deeper, and leave it for a longer time.

Like the tooth mark she left on his tiger's mouth, deep in his skin, lasting forever.

It will never end.

He asked her earnestly, "Can we tie the kitten up?"

“…Pervert.” Xie Qingyan felt that his terrible personality had completely corrupted him.