081｜(Eighty) The owner should take the initiative to make the kitten feel good in front of the mirror.

Su Xingmao reached around from behind to the front of her waist, his fingers stroking the girl's navel.

He loosened the tie binding her hands, took Xie Qingyan's aching hands, interlaced his fingers, and pressed them together against her abdomen and waist: "Can you feel it? My dear, I'm inside you."

Su Xingmao manipulated the movement to slow down, only gently thrusting his waist twice.

Xie Qingyan followed suit and looked down.

Beneath her palms and belly, a thick, long penis pushed her flat stomach into a visible shape, a glaring bulge stretching across her slender abdomen.

But you don’t even need to use your eyes. Even just touching it, you can feel yourself being fucked by this jerk, being penetrated by his penis, which is reaching the deepest part of your vagina, filling the vaginal cavity completely without leaving a single gap.

A very subtle, tingling, and swollen sensation came from my lower body, as if I were being forcibly stretched by something that didn't fit properly, but more than that, I felt a full and pleasant satisfaction.

Xie Qingyan subconsciously twisted his waist, and his little butt, having tasted the pleasure, rubbed against his firm waist and abdomen in a flirtatious manner, spreading the dripping water onto his abs, turning them into a wet chocolate slab—it must be creamy white chocolate.

Xie Qingyan's face was flushed.

He had some unspeakable desires, so why was he just leaving it inserted? Move it a little!

Although... it feels quite comfortable when the acupoints are filled and stuffed full.

But, just like before... ignoring her screams, his penis tore open the narrow opening and violently rammed into the wet, fleshy cavity, smoothing out every inch of the slippery flesh... a shameful pleasure.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread through my abdomen.

Her remaining rationality still told her that being fucked until she cried and looked pathetic was shameful, and indulging in lust was wrong, but it felt so good, so incredibly good, an irresistible pleasure.

She really wanted him to treat her like that again.

Xie Qingyan said to himself quietly.

Lower your waist, bring your legs together, and subtly tighten your pelvic muscles.

The smooth, moist flesh of her vagina followed, gripping his penis tightly. Su Xingmao patted her little buttocks with one hand, his finger bones sinking into the soft, white flesh.

It feels very nice to touch.

He breathed heavily behind her ear, a warm breeze blowing against her skin, and she breathed comfortably, "Little kitten, you're so good at squeezing."

"You're the only one who's comfortable," she grumbled, dissatisfied. What about her?

She accused him, "You're so incompetent."

Su Xingmao chuckled softly, "Then tell me, little cat, what do you want your master to do?"

"You want me to teach you?" Xie Qingyan frowned fiercely. "You're so stupid!"

Who is whose master?

The owner should understand the kitten's thoughts and actively make the kitten feel good.

What an idiot! Why does he need to be taught?

“Hmm, I don’t understand.” Su Xingmao nodded across the mirror, his chin resting against her shoulder and neck, and said softly, “Little cat, teach me how to be a good master, okay?”

……All right.

Although he seemed to be pretending not to know, seeing his wet, red eyes and pleading look, Xie Qingyan couldn't help but feel flattered. She thought to herself, "Su Xingmao has never even watched porn, so he must know less than me." She thought that she was at least far more knowledgeable than him in some areas.

Xie Qingyan became even more smug, her eyebrows dancing with delight, though she still pursed her lips reservedly as she reluctantly agreed.

“It’s just…” Xie Qingyan was trying to find the right words, biting her lip in frustration, and stammered, “You have to do it like you just did.”

"What?" Her eyelashes fluttered back, revealing dark eyes, as if she were asking a question she already knew the answer to.

Bad guy.

Are you pretending?

"How am I supposed to know if the kitten doesn't explain clearly?"

After hesitating, Xie Qingyan chose to succumb to her desires, saying succinctly, "It's just a little heavier, you can use your strength... don't worry about me."

"Is that so?" A pair of broad hands gripped her waist, his penis was pulled out a bit, and then slammed back in with tremendous force, the glans hitting the most tender part of her vaginal opening.

"Ah!" Xie Qingyan cried out in surprise, unable to bear the sudden sound.

Her eyebrows shot up coldly, and her face darkened: "You clearly know how, what are you pretending for?"

"I want to hear from the kitten herself how to do it, how much force to use, and where to thrust, so that the kitten will feel the most pleasure." Su Xingmao's eyebrows were straight. "Tell me all of that clearly."

Do you know?

Having said that, before she could reply, his penis was already deeply withdrawn from her body and thrust in again, like a storm.

It was powerful and violent, and came on strong.

They only stayed for one night.

This was only the second time, which was too little. He still didn't understand her body well enough and couldn't grasp all the sensitive spots that would give her pleasure.

His desire to explore her was incredibly profound, both physically and spiritually; he wanted to know more about her and try more things with her.

Unable to withstand the impact, her delicate body slumped in front of the mirror. It wasn't a mirror, but a fulcrum for her to find balance; her palms and upper body pressed perfectly against the mirror surface.

On a late autumn night when the tide rises, the mirror, like autumn rain, is soaked with coolness, and when it touches the skin, a slight chill inevitably arises.

Now, the mirror is warm, and the warmth of the constellation Mao flows towards her, and she flows back towards the mirror.

My body was still shivering, and I was shaking violently from time to time.

Humans are strange; their faces turn red when they are too cold or too hot, and they react the same way when they feel refreshed or cold.

Everywhere she looked was trembling—her eyelashes, her hair, her nipples, her thighs, her buttocks—every part of her was shaking incessantly. And there were her weak moans, like the tunes she played off-key when she was learning the piano as a child, oh oh ya ya, every syllable tight, squeezed out from her unbearable throat, trembling and trembling.

"...Slow down, you're too heavy, I'm going to die, I'm going to be hit and killed... Waaah..."

Su Xingmao likes it very much.

He loved the way she made those lewd moans; they were so pleasant to hear, proof of his pleasure, something he brought her.

"What does the kitten want? She complained that she was too light when we stopped, and now she complains that she's too heavy." He was completely at a loss with her, so he picked up her long hair and sniffed it.

A vibrant red spread across her cheeks, like roses in bloom, and her long, thin black hair lay limply damp against her forehead.

So beautiful.

Su Xingmao stared at her intently.

Every part is so beautiful.

He couldn't get enough of looking at her, only feeling regret. A gaze could not replace a kiss. If his lips touched her cheek, he could not taste her fresh and juicy saliva. If he kissed the black algae's hair, he would miss the chance to encounter the blooming flowers.

What a pity.

You can only kiss slowly, from the hair to the face, from the lips back to the temples.

The scorching breath burned the skin on the back of Xie Qingyan's neck.

A blush spread from her cheeks to her entire body, turning into a pale red like a shrimp shell.

She was cooked.

The boy's breathing was also low and hot, like the evening breeze of a midsummer night, bringing dampness and heat: "It's so slippery inside the kitten, there's so much water today."

"You feel excited watching yourself get fucked, you like it so much, right?"

As if to prove his words, he spread her legs even wider, his fingers parting the wet, pink labia that held his genitals, displaying the entire point of their union in front of the mirror.

“Look here.” He pressed her head down.

He wanted her to see how her swollen, red lips devoured his thick, hard penis, and how with each thrust, the powerful impact of his shaft turned the soft, tender, moist, and dewy flesh inside her vagina inside out, layer by layer.

Like a brightly blooming Phalaenopsis orchid, it greedily sucks on the moist, flesh-pink stem roots.

The flower buds, exposed to the air as the thighs are spread wider, are gradually swelling and rounding.

Skin and flesh were in close contact, juices dripped freely, his fluids, but more of hers, the tide of fluids seeping from her vaginal opening, flowing down her legs, from the point where their genitals met, mingling and mixing.

The thrusting made the fluid sticky, with tiny, whitish bubbles. The excess fluid couldn't stay on and dripped down the trembling, fair flesh of her legs.

It's too clear, too straightforward.

The scene was right in front of me.

While being fucked, he watched himself being fucked.

It's not just visual, but also odor and sound; it seeps into everything.

You can smell the sensual aroma in the air and hear the wet, sizzling sound of flesh colliding passionately.

Every detail within the five senses...every single point was magnified infinitely, and Xie Qingyan was completely unable to describe this kind of stimulation.

His thigh muscles tensed with excitement, and his anus gushed out more fluid under the gaze of his eyes. He pressed his waist down lower and raised his buttocks high. His anus contracted incessantly, squeezing him painfully.