0087 Spring Outing (Part 7) [H]

Shu Fu's gaze swept across his face, stopping at the tip of his slightly red nose. Before she could say anything, she felt something wet and hot beneath her. Its mouth pecked at the tip of his clitoris, rubbing out a few lines of sticky love juice, but it passed by the entrance without entering.

Her heart pounded with a chill, and she stomped and rubbed her heel against his calf, silently urging him on. But then she saw his lips move, as if he wanted to say something.

Shu Fu thought he was going to ask that question about whether or not she was allowed to enter, so she immediately reached out to cover her mouth: "Don't ask! I didn't tell you to leave, which means you can."

“Don’t ask about that,” Zhan Yaoguang realized she had misunderstood him, so he pulled his face back and explained, “What I meant was, if I get a nosebleed again later, please don’t laugh at me, okay?”

As he spoke, he pushed his long, burning penis into her wetness, his voice gradually becoming hoarse: "The last few times I went to see it prepared... but this time was different, I didn't even have time to react..."

He was caught off guard when a white and pinkish slit suddenly appeared before his eyes. His heart felt like it was being gnawed at, his brain was burning with heat, and he wished he could immediately bury his manhood inside to relieve himself. Fortunately, at this moment, he finally got his wish.

Zhan Yaoguang spoke very slowly. As soon as he finished speaking, his entire penis was buried in her wetness. The python head was stuck deep inside her tender core, and the antelope eyes trembled as it bit into her soft flesh.

He slowed his movements slightly, took one of her hands, and placed a satisfied kiss on her index finger.

Shu Fu lay supine on the couch, her inner thighs hot and sore, a tingling, numbing sensation crawling up from her tailbone. She hummed softly, wrapped her slender legs around his strong waist, her face flushed, and asked softly, "Okay, I won't laugh at you..."

She held him tightly with her legs, her wet vulva pressing against his abdomen, twisting and rubbing, making their point of contact wet and uncomfortable. But he only held her hard, hot penis in his mouth, never letting her thrust in or out.

"I'm really not laughing at you, so why don't you move a little..."

The penis was inserted into her vagina, which felt swollen and rough, and a stream of hot, sticky love fluid seeped out, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Zhan Yaoguang held his breath, released the hand that was gripping her wrist, and stroked her slender waist downwards, just supporting her buttocks. With a burst of strength in his abdomen, he thrust his genitals into her honeyed depths, just as she wished.

Shu Fu bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of heat flowing through her lower body. The mottled desire that had been aroused earlier was finally intensely touched, and she no longer cared whether Zhan Yaoguang responded to her.

He initially restrained the girl's soft, white, and delicate legs by the knees, forcefully spreading them apart. This forced her tight, pink opening to open slightly, allowing his thick, red flesh to penetrate even more aggressively. Each thrust struck the very core of her flower, creating wave after wave of tingling sensations.

Her vision was blurry, and one of her legs seemed to be supported by him, causing a slight stiffness from her muscles and bones. But what was even more astonishing was the tingling pleasure that piled up like a storm.

"Ah—slower, gentler, um...you're not allowed to yell at me!" Shu Fu struggled, but unexpectedly, the bite in her acupoints tightened even more, as if the two were naturally wedged together.

Zhan Yaoguang couldn't help but pause abruptly, then slowly recalled what she had just said—

She calls this fierce.

The boy reached out to pinch her, then leaned down to gently bite her lips, mumbling, "I wasn't mean to you, I like you," while his nose rubbed against her soft cheek.

The evening light outside had completely dissipated, and the entire sky was filled with a blue that seemed to exude fragrance, with only a pale golden crescent moon clinging to it, casting a clear, shimmering light through the window.

This time, no lamps were lit. The girl's eyes were bright, her lips were red, and her skin was kissed by the moonlight, instantly bathed in a clear, watery glow.

But then a red mark suddenly appeared on her cheek.

Zhan Yaoguang froze, then subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the tip of her nose, where it was bleeding again.

Shu Fu was so intimate with him that when he stopped moving, her waist would arch slightly as if to welcome him.

When she opened her eyes in confusion, she saw that the boy's beautiful features were completely red, especially the tip of his nose, where blood was dripping and burning her waist and abdomen, creating a strange and breathtaking beauty.

She was somewhat stunned. When she came to her senses, she suppressed the burning sensation on her face, pulled her body back, and her soft, moist passage squeezed out that huge thing.

"Are you alright? Why are you bleeding so much? Are you feeling unwell?" Shu Fu was also somewhat at a loss, only saying, "I...we can't do it anymore. I'll go find you a handkerchief..."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Yaoguang's expression suddenly changed: "No."

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, half-carrying Shu Fu back as she prepared to get dressed. He then began to peel off her thin, soaked bodice, revealing a few pale pink bumps on her snowy breasts.

He almost subconsciously scratched his finger against her nipple, which aroused Shu Fu's whole body to tremble and her vagina to feel a tingling itch.

"No—" Shufu exclaimed in surprise.

The boy seemed not to hear, and sniffed at her neck, feeling the fragrant, sweaty skin beneath his lips, delicate and smooth like jade. His eyes welled up again, and he kissed her with even more force, thrusting his hips several times, pressing against her soft thighs, pressing against her round, upturned buttocks, and once again entering her wet, red vulva from behind.

Shu Fu's legs went weak, a dense, itchy sensation spreading through them, and a large amount of vaginal fluid suddenly overflowed, making it almost impossible for her to kneel.

She looked a little aggrieved, her eyes reddening, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm trying to stop your bleeding, what are you doing, huh..."

Shu Fu felt a slight tickle as he bit the back of her neck, causing her tender flesh to tighten and suck the fleshy root around her almost uncontrollably.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh at me, are you going to break your promise again?"

"I wasn't laughing at you!" Shu Fu cried and gasped, her back covered in fine beads of sweat, emanating a mild and delicate fragrance.

"...If you're not going to laugh at me, then don't leave. I'm not that weak; shedding some blood will help cool me down."

Zhan Yaoguang's mind was buzzing. He propped himself up slightly, turned her over, spread her two shapely legs, pulled his swollen red penis out a little, and then pressed it back in heavily. After several repetitions, she was finally rubbed until she was soft and languid, and he had to pick up his manners a little.

Shu Fu was suddenly penetrated by these few strokes, and her vision blurred. It was as if bright starlight burst open and burned into her heart, leaving a tingling and wet sensation.

What kind of strange competitive mentality is this?

Shu Fu was somewhat bewildered, and even more embarrassed and annoyed, so she simply ignored him and angrily cursed, "Fine, I won't go then! Even if you bleed to death and faint on the bed, I will never pay attention to you again!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the boy's breathing became heavy, and he suddenly thrust into the deepest part of her, forcing out a few disordered groans from her throat. Before she could react further, she felt a slight stab to her chest.

Shu Fu looked down at him and saw Zhan Yaoguang with his head down, holding the pink nipple in his mouth, licking it into a slightly hard little granule, and then sucking hard on the soft white flesh of the breast, making a lewd and sensual smacking sound.

She let out two unbearable moans, her eyes reddening, and turned her head away, not daring to look any longer. Suddenly, she felt a coolness on her breast. It turned out that he had suddenly let go, making a crisp "pop" sound, letting her breasts ripple.

She felt as if she were in a dream, her limbs were weak and powerless, her nipples were slightly itchy, and her vagina was sore, swollen and numb. When he thrust into her again, she convulsed and gushed out a large amount of honey.

Zhan Yaoguang was gripped by this spasm, and sweat trickled down his forehead, but his nose felt a little better and finally stopped bleeding.

He finally regained his composure, gently sniffed her ear, and spoke in a hoarse voice, eager to prove something: "See, I told you, it's just a little blood, it's not a big deal... I'm not weak, really."

Shu Fu regained her senses from her overwhelming pleasure and wondered how he had brought up the fact that she looked down on him. She felt that her good intentions had been betrayed and wanted to argue with him. So, her legs wrapped around his waist like creeping vines, warm and smooth as cream, clinging to his waist.

"snort……"

With just a hum, she ignited Zhan Yaoguang's boundless competitive spirit.

By the dim moonlight streaming through the window, he, like a wild animal, bit her earlobe: "You don't believe me..."

Shu Fu remained silent, only slightly twisting her slender waist and pressing her thighs against his body, not to mention the endless flow of warm, loving fluid that covered his entire abdomen.

Zhan Yaoguang felt a tingling sensation in her spine from being bitten, and her heart pounded as if it had been struck hard by a small hammer, each beat more intense than the last.

Shu Fu took a deep breath, about to say something to him, but unexpectedly he suddenly withdrew and left. Her little hole was caught off guard and was pulled out with a "pop" sound. The flowing honey liquid spilled out and flowed down the thin cleft of her buttocks.

"Hmm..." The girl frowned slightly, subconsciously rubbing her heel against his back, her bright red vulva slightly opening as if to meet his gaze, "What are you doing!"

Zhan Yaoguang felt a soft, numb sensation in his lower back. After a long while, he calmed himself down and slowly inserted his genitals into her again.

Her tender vulva was already wet and red from being fucked, and it was already extremely sensitive. When the penis entered again, her honey mouth gently took it in and sucked it deeply. The itchy and tingling sensation flowed through both of their limbs, causing fine beads of sweat to appear.

Shu Fu was overwhelmed by the overwhelming tide of passion, feeling as if her whole body was trembling.

The girl tilted her pointed chin up, her eyes glistening with tears, her mind filled only with that overwhelming, satisfying pleasure. Following her body's instincts, she convulsed, her wet, throbbing vagina sucking at the fleshy object, forcing the boy to tighten his grip on her slender waist and thrust even harder into her muddy vaginal passage.

The two were at loggerheads, almost turning a love affair into a war.

Only then did Zhan Yaoguang remember to continue what she had just said: "Actually, what I just wanted to tell you was that I've never had a nosebleed before, this was the first time... I've been thinking about it, and maybe it's because I like you so much that I get nervous when I'm with you, but that's not weakness, and you mustn't look down on me because of it..."

A white blur flashed before Shu Fu's eyes, leaving her somewhat bewildered. They were arguing just a moment ago, and now she likes him?

A sliver of cold moonlight streamed in through the window, and she, nestled in its warmth, felt not only not cold, but actually warmed by its gentle glow.

Only at this moment did she realize something: there are generally two kinds of arguments in the world. One is about important misunderstandings and missed opportunities, which must be clarified face to face to avoid regrets. The other is childish struggles in love, which are sometimes mixed up and have a strange intimacy.

Zhan Yaoguang called her name in her ear, each word gentle and tender: "I've told you everything I wanted to say. Is there anything you want to tell me, Afu?"

Shu Fu's heart skipped a beat, and following her heart, she hugged his neck and whispered, "I like you very, very much too..."