0067 Die at his hands (h)
Shen Yuxiu pulled Song Ning close and kissed her lips again.
The bouquet spun rapidly between the two of them, then fell into the closed doorway, and the room lights immediately went out.
Shen Yuxiu took the flowers from Song Ning's hand and placed them on the low cabinet on the wall in the entryway. He couldn't wait to wrap one arm around her waist and cup her face in his other hand, his lips never leaving hers since they entered the room.
His tongue probed into her moist mouth, sucking and licking inside, his hot breath brushing against her face, passionate as fire.
For a moment, the two kissed passionately, their breaths mingling with the heat of their kisses and the heavy breathing of their lovers.
Song Ning reached into Shen Yuxiu's suit jacket with both hands and anxiously took off his clothes.
His hand left Song Ning's soft body and reached behind her to help her pull out the narrow sleeves of her suit jacket.
Suits and leather jackets landed one after another.
Shen Yuxiu's hand once again caressed Song Ning's curves, but this time he was no longer satisfied with the thick clothes, but instead reached inside the hem of her cashmere sweater and caressed her delicate skin with ease.
Shen Yuxiu's fingers slid over her firm waist, slowly moving upwards to loosen the restraints, reaching the undulating hills, climbing the towering peaks, and picking the red stamens on the peaks, eliciting a charming "hmm" from her.
The voice carried a mix of coquetry and sobbing, which Shen Yuxiu never tired of hearing. He kneaded and rubbed the tiny dot even more vigorously, making it both soft and hard, sticking up high on his fingertips.
Song Ning couldn't stand his touch; her legs felt numb, like she was being electrocuted. Every time he rubbed her, the current would surge, making her legs go weak.
Her tongue was entwined with his, and she could only whimper without making a sound. She gently pushed his shoulder twice with her hands.
Shen Yuxiu raised his hand and circled her hands behind her back, while his other hand grasped her entire breast, kneading and releasing it with obvious affection.
A tingling sensation spread through Song Ning's tongue and chest, causing her to close her eyes in pleasure. A surge of heat rose within her, and a stream of fluid flowed from between her legs as she wriggled restlessly.
Seeing that her body was reacting, Shen Yuxiu took a step forward and pressed his erection against her crotch, thrusting against her clitoris through her pants.
Even with the cover, it was still incredibly soft there. Shen Yuxiu groaned and thrust even harder, his hands moving non-stop, kneading her tender flesh with varying pressure, moving from one side to the other after touching that side.
Song Ning pulled her tongue out, which was almost suffocating, her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, and she made a soft moaning sound.
His fingertips lightly brushed her wrist, like touching her clitoris, a touch that was both mischievous and tantalizing. His lower body thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if he had already completely entered her body and was moving rhythmically inside her.
"Mmm...uh..."
Song Ning rested her head on his shoulder, her legs pressed together against his bulge, and with each thrust, she let out a low moan.
After moving around a few dozen times, Shen Yuxiu seemed to have enjoyed it enough. He withdrew his lower body slightly, his hands still lingering on her breasts and wrists, rubbing them reluctantly: "They've gotten bigger. Is your period coming soon?"
"Brother... stop teasing me." Song Ning was panting heavily, his inner thighs felt sticky, and his lower abdomen was itchy. His attempt to scratch the itch through his boots was completely useless.
She wanted him to come in quickly and make her feel good there.
"I was just asking if your period was coming up soon, was that considered teasing you?"
Shen Yuxiu spoke in a serious tone, but his hand pushed up her clothes, revealing her full, white breasts.
Her breasts were beautifully hemispherical, firm and alluring. He bent down, lifted her breasts, put them in his mouth, and sucked on the red fruit with a blushing expression.
He didn't neglect the other breast either, placing his hand on it and kneading the soft, tender flesh.
The fruit on Song Ning's body was gradually moistened, causing a tingling sensation. Her toes in her boots curled involuntarily, resisting the itch that seemed to have been relieved.
She couldn't help but tilt her neck back, lean her head behind her, close her eyes, breathe out hot air, and make soft, whimpering sounds that sounded particularly ambiguous.
Shen Yuxiu's lower body ached from her calling him, so he could only relieve the pain in other ways.
He stuck out his tongue and licked her nipple, his hand reaching around to her smooth back, his fingers sliding down her spine.
After realizing he couldn't directly penetrate her tender little hole, he took another approach, unbuttoning her pants from the front.
He skillfully pulled down her pants, reached between her legs, and touched her lace panties.
The underwear was only a thin layer, with a textured pattern in the front, and below that was a small, wet piece of cloth that was slippery and somewhat sticky.
Shen Yuxiu stood up and silenced her moaning lips with his own. His fingers traced the indentation of her wetness, sliding slowly and deliberately. He then kneaded her full lips and pressed her clitoris, rotating and poking it rapidly.
Switching between several methods, it didn't take long for Song Ning to climax from his caresses.
The water inside her body kept flowing out, soaking her lace panties until they were almost dripping wet.
The sticky nectar on his hands kept increasing, and with a gentle touch, it covered his hands completely. But he wouldn't let her go. He pulled aside her soaked panties and directly probed into her peach blossom spring.
"Hmm...it's not done inside yet..."
Song Ning had just climaxed, and her vagina was still spasming. As soon as his finger went in, the muscles wrapped around it, biting and squeezing his finger, as if they liked it very much.
"How long do you want me to wait?" Shen Yuxiu bit his earlobe, his voice full of magnetic texture.
Without waiting for her reply, another finger was inserted into her body.
Two fingers moved laboriously inside her, sometimes inserting into her passage, sometimes kneading her flesh. Sometimes, when they moved too vigorously, they would make a bubbling sound like water being stirred, which made one's body itch and one's lower abdomen feel a dull ache.
"Okay, come in... Ah... Come in..." Song Ning pressed down on his hand, and his little hole was dripping water like a broken faucet.
His underwear was pressed to the side, and the pattern on it occasionally rubbed against her clitoris, making her want to come again along with his fingers.
Song Ning was about to reach her limit, but Shen Yuxiu refused to pull out.
His fingers continued to soak in the warm, wet vagina, occasionally hooking and scratching the soft, tender skin, using his fingers to spread open her passage, moving in and out of the soft, slippery passage.
Song Ning both loved and hated his increasingly ruthless methods, always feeling that she would die at his hands one day. As soon as she thought this, the fingers inside her body seemed to have a telepathic connection and began to move rapidly.
"Hmm...uh..." Song Ning clamped her legs together, her waist swaying with her fingers, her whole body tense, and her two big white breasts bouncing in front of her chest.
Shen Yuxiu's eyes heated up, and he inserted his fingers even deeper. His fingers were naturally long, so with a little effort, they went in deep. His hands, which were good at playing the piano, were also very nimble, making Song Ning feel so comfortable that her scalp tingled every time.
After being tormented by him for several more minutes, Song Ning finally couldn't hold back anymore. Her legs went weak, her mind was filled with satisfaction, and she floated lazily against Shen Yuxiu.
Shen Yuxiu withdrew his hand, and from his fingers to his palm, it was completely wet with her water.
He twisted his bow tie, took off his tie, put the tie clip away, wiped the tie around his fingers, then crushed it in his palm and tossed it aside.
After wiping her down, Shen Yuxiu lifted Song Ning up and placed her on the counter.
Her shoes, pants, and underwear were removed one by one, leaving her only in a pair of thin mid-calf stockings. It was unclear whether he couldn't wait any longer or was deliberately not taking them off.
Shen Yuxiu didn't immediately ask for her. Instead, he glanced at the wall hanging and, seeing that it was empty, he spoke, his voice sounding like he was gritting his teeth: "Where did you put my coat?"
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