How to cultivate oneself (h)
Shen Tinghe felt that she had been deceived by Chen Rancheng's gentle and refined appearance; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Before she could even catch her breath, he pinned her down, sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel her clitoris trembling, and his fingers scratching the marks on her back.
The woman-on-top position made it very easy for Chen Rancheng to enter. The dense, sucking sensation enveloped his glans, and the slippery honey-like fluid made a squelching sound as the penis entered.
She hummed contentedly and leaned on his shoulder.
Chen Rancheng placed his hands on her buttocks, spread them apart, kneaded, squeezed, and deformed them.
They lifted Shen Tinghe down and sat her down, her breasts swaying in waves with the movement of her body.
Her erect nipples were hard and scraped against his chest, a faint pain emanating from the tips.
Chen Rancheng hated it when his upturned glans pressed against the soft flesh inside her tender vagina. He found that whenever he bumped into a certain spot, Shen Tinghe would tremble and clench even tighter, so he kept bumping into that spot.
Although Shen Tinghe was on top, she had no advantage whatsoever, and kept shouting while supporting herself on his shoulders.
The continuous, violent thrusts caused the penis to slip out, wedged between her buttocks. Sensing Chen Rancheng's intention to continue, she cried out, "No...no, let's...change...one...ah..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was hit so hard that she cried out.
Upon hearing this, Chen Rancheng pulled her down to lie on his back, bending her legs. He slowed his thrusts, asking as he pushed with his hips, "Is this okay?"
Shen Tinghe found support against him, and murmured, "Yes... ah... no... no."
Chen Rancheng, being mischievous, pressed down on his foot and thrust his hips forward, the sound of the impact echoing across the roof.
A gentleman cultivates himself through tranquility. Indulgence and sloth prevent him from being diligent, while recklessness and impetuosity prevent him from controlling his nature. Over the years, everyone has said that the Chen family's children are gentle, humble, and polite, and that they have forged their own path without relying on their fathers.
But when an ascetic indulges in desires, he undoubtedly breaks his vow.
The honey syrup was constantly being stirred and bubbled, turning the clear liquid into a white paste that flowed down the little hole to the cleft of the buttocks, leaving a slippery and glistening mess.
Chen Rancheng rolled over and pinned Shen Tinghe beneath him, rubbed her swollen clitoris, shook it a few times, pried open her vulva, and thrust in hard.
The tight suction made my veins throb with pleasure every time I inserted it. I held her fair, pink breasts in my hands and kneaded them into all sorts of lewd shapes.
Shen Tinghe's body was an addiction to him; the difference between abstinence and indulgence lay in this addiction.
Sweat dripped from his sharp jawline, landing on his pert breasts, sliding down his areolas, and flowing down his waist and abdomen. Finally, Chen Rancheng took the sweat into his mouth and sucked it between his lips and tongue, leaving only a glistening trail of saliva.
Waves of tingling pleasure washed over him, mixed with pain that gnawed at his brain, as Chen Ran continued his violent thrusting, like a pile driver. The slapping sounds echoed across the roof.
The second it took to climb up into the clouds felt incredibly long. Shen Tinghe felt countless drops of fluid gush out, trembling as she lifted her buttocks and then fell heavily back down, tightly gripping Chen Rancheng's arm.
Chen Rancheng continued to speed up, his taut waist and abdomen soaked with sweat. With a final low groan, he pressed heavily onto Shen Tinghe.
The scalding liquid was poured onto her vulva, and even through the condom, Shen Tinghe's scalp tingled from the heat.
Chen Rancheng took off the condom and threw it into the trash can. He then lay down with Shen Tinghe in his arms and kissed her intermittently, on her forehead, nose, eyelids, and finally her lips.
"I'm so tired."
Shen Tinghe hugged him and mumbled something, her cheeks flushed pink, her mind still blank.
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