Playing in the bathroom mirror (H)

35.

The bathroom on the first floor was not big. The height of the sink under the half-length mirror was just right so that Meng Lanjian could support herself with her hands behind her back, allowing Chongming to hold her and penetrate her from the front.

Only the head of his penis entered before it was stuck at the entrance of her vagina. Honey-like fluid was clearly overflowing from inside. But after only two times, and a week of seclusion, her vagina had become as tight as ever. Chongming dared not push any further in. He lowered his head, imagining himself sucking on Meng Lanjian's breasts as he had in his dream the previous night, refusing to let go.

"Mmm—" Lan Jian drawled out. She felt Chongming push in a few more inches. The veins on his hot, hard penis were strong and coiled, giving her a more exhilarating burst of power than the veins on his arms. She nervously writhed around him, her body unconsciously showing weakness in the face of the absolute difference in strength. She secreted fluids to wet him, but dared not easily let go and allow him to penetrate deeper.

“Meng Lanjian,” Chongming couldn’t help but call out to her mournfully, “you have such a cruel heart.”

She squeezed him so tightly that he could hardly move, and he was afraid of hurting her if he forced his way in. She put him in a dilemma, and then pretended to be innocent and covered his eyes so that he could not see the scene of the two of them having sex in the mirror.

"You came in too quickly; I wasn't ready."

What preparations need to be made?

Chongming reached down and teased her clitoris, pinching it until she moaned softly. Only then did he have a more forceful idea. He pressed down on her lower back to prevent her from escaping. He stared intently at Meng Lanjian's straight back in the mirror, her prominent shoulder blades and the alluring curve of her waistline. He couldn't understand why a woman with such full breasts could have such a flat waist.

He locked her completely in his strong arms, his genitals pressing closer and deeper. Lan Jian's reaction was the same as the first time: she frowned and shook her head desperately, clenching her fists to push him away. She looked weak and charming, making him want to fuck her until she was completely limp and let go of her stubbornness.

"Slow down, don't go in any further..." Lan Jian still couldn't get used to Chongming's enormous size. How could someone who looked so upright and virtuous have such an inhumanly swollen thing down there, always forcing its way in, making her want to cry for no reason.

"I'm already slow enough." Even the usually good-tempered Chongming couldn't help but want to curse at this moment. "Do you want to check how many of me are still out there?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Lanjian subconsciously looked down and saw the fleshy rod protruding from under the dark jungle of Chongming. It was a very light color, only slightly darker than his skin, and was now covered with bulging blue veins. The tip of the rod had been swallowed by her vagina—the part left outside was hanging diagonally in mid-air, about the length of her palm.

"Just...that's all that's inside?"

"A little?" The man, whose length was being questioned, asked through gritted teeth. He pulled out a little, leaving only the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina. He pressed his palm against the back of her neck, forcing her to look down at his wicked thing again. "Look at the wetness on it. Did I go in a third of the way?"

Lan Jian reached out one of her hands, which was supporting her behind her back, and carefully measured it. "Yes, it's almost a third of the way through."

As she reached out, Chongming grabbed her hand and, together with her, grasped his shaft, slowly pushing it into her body. Because Lanjian was sitting on the sink, slightly higher than Chongming's waist, she inserted his erection into her from below.

Love fluid overflowed from her vulva, flowing down the angled shaft towards the base of his penis. Lan Jian only inserted half of it before daring not to do it herself any further. Chongming gripped her hand and pushed in a little more. The warm, wet inner walls gripped him tightly, and he knew Lan Jian was getting nervous again.

"Lanjian," Chongming looked at the mirror, now completely blurred by mist, and wiped away a large clump of water vapor. Tiny water droplets still clung to the surface, but the image in the mirror finally reappeared. "Do you want to see how I managed to insert it all the way in?"

Lan Jian knew he was after the mirror.

If you absolutely have to force her to look, press down on the back of her neck like you did just now, and she'll be able to see the whole thing.

He suddenly stopped and asked her, clearly intending to turn her around and look at the mirror with him.

As expected, Chongming withdrew completely before Lanjian could reply. His massive head even made a soft "pop" sound as it was pulled out, accompanied by a splashing sound. It sounded just like a cork being pulled from a wine bottle, Lanjian thought to herself. No wonder people call sex a piston motion.

Her legs trembled so badly she couldn't close them. Chongming picked her up horizontally and turned her to face the mirror. She immediately saw her labia, which had been turned inside out by the act, as well as the teeth marks and red marks on her breasts that hadn't faded.

"Step on it," Chongming whispered in Lanjian's ear. "You'll only be able to see it if you stand further away."

As Chongming spoke, he parted Lan Jian's legs, letting her feet rest against the edge of the sink. He stood up straight and embraced Lan Jian from behind, making her raise her legs so that she was in an "L" shape against the sink. The two of them were a body length away from the half-length mirror, and indeed, they were standing a bit further away, so the lower half of their bodies were clearly reflected in the mirror.

Lan Jian felt very insecure in this position, with her whole body leaning against Chongming's arm, as if she were suspended in mid-air, about to...

She was careful not to fall. She grabbed his arm behind her for support, her hips unconsciously pressed against his lower abdomen. The feeling of being suspended in mid-air made her tense up even more, her pale, translucent toes curling up on the black marble countertop, creating a stark contrast.

Are you a little scared?

This posture wasn't something Chongming had intentionally thought of; he just wanted both of them to face the mirror, but because of the mirror's height, they needed to step back a few paces to see the whole picture. He slowly brushed Lan Jian's long hair, which was scattered over her shoulders and neck, behind her ear. She was so light that he could easily lift her up with one hand, but she would still tighten her grip on his other arm with her fingers whenever he freed one hand from her waist, looking extremely nervous.

"Just let me in." He coaxed her gently, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Once I'm inside, I can hold you up, and you won't fall down no matter what, okay?"

Meng Lanjian's heart, which had been pounding wildly, could no longer withstand any more stimulation. She nodded resignedly, "Okay, then come in slowly."

"You're such a good girl." Chongming chuckled, inserting his hard, burning-hot penis between her open legs as he laughed. "You should also look in the mirror obediently, okay?"

This is utterly perverted!

Meng Lanjian cursed him inwardly, never expecting that this person would go so far after taking the first bite of meat.

Are you cursing me in your heart right now?

"I don't."

"Stubborn to the end."

Chongming grabbed Lanjian's chin, forcing her to look directly into the mirror. The steam blurred the mirror, making it appear as if covered by a thin film. Chongming glanced at the bathtub behind the transparent glass partition; the hot water was already halfway up. He'd wait a while before soaking in so it wouldn't be too hot. The bathroom temperature, combined with the outdoor thermostat, was comfortable and pleasant. With everything ready, Chongming pulled Meng Lanjian closer to the sink, pressed the button next to the mirror, and the gentle dripping of the hot water finally stopped, making the bathroom instantly quiet.

Chongming pressed another button, and the fog on the mirror instantly dissipated, as if he had just brushed away a patch of mist with his hand to thoughtfully cushion Meng Lanjian's vision.

Lan Jian saw her face, flushed and terrified, clearly reflected in the mirror.

Chongming took a few steps back while holding her, his persistent fingertips pressing against Meng Lanjian's slightly pointed chin, determined to make her see clearly how he had penetrated her completely.

"Lanjian," Chongming said, seeing her staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror, deliberately directing her to look at his private parts, "I'm going in."

The little fool was indeed obedient. He watched as she lowered her eyes and looked intently into the mirror, where their bodies were joined, his tip disappearing into her vulva.

"We've gone in about a third of the way," he playfully reported to her, "We just went in, and this time the meal went very smoothly."

Lan Jian's ears were burning, but her throat felt as if it had been burned, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Now I can get it in halfway without pushing it with my hands, which is a big improvement."

Meng Lanjian finally realized, belatedly, that Chongming's teasing tone made him sound like a senior brother checking on his junior sister's progress. She subconsciously bit her lip and whispered, "Senior brother."

Chongming responded smugly, thinking to himself that his junior sister, whom he had raised, was indeed quick-witted, understanding his antics so quickly. He tightened his grip on Lanjian's slender waist, "Now, don't you feel that the feeling of being suspended in mid-air is reduced by half, and it's not so scary anymore?"

"Hmm, is it time to go all the way in?" Lan Jian didn't care about being ashamed anymore. After being tormented by Chongming, she was indeed less nervous. There was more and more love fluid in her passage, and she felt particularly empty because of this feeling of not being filled.

"In the final, crucial moment, do you still remember what your senior brother taught you to do?"

Chongming patiently guided her, truly like a senior brother earnestly discussing academic matters with his junior sister.

Lan Jian's mind went blank. She wanted to turn around, but Chongming's face, which was resting on her shoulder, forced her back. His kisses landed on her neck and neck, and traveled all the way to her earlobe.

"I don't remember." Lan Jian shook her head, but unintentionally put her earlobe into his mouth.

She saw in the mirror that Chongming had kissed her earlobe before slowly saying, "Look down there, watch carefully."

Lan Jian obediently did as she was told, and then Chongming continued, "In the final, crucial moment, of course, you have to sprint..."

At the same time, she saw the half of the penis that was exposed outside her body disappear into the mirror in an instant.

"ah--"

Meng Lanjian was easily stabbed in the abdomen by Chongming's spear, and screamed loudly.

Chongming's chest trembled. He stopped pressing against Meng Lanjian and forcing her to look in the mirror, and instead quickly and forcefully embraced her, thrusting his hips...

@Chongming: I heard someone called me a pervert.

@Lanjian: I am the only one who can be punished for perverse crimes.

@Author: And me, completely drained by the comments section!