Intentionally (slightly suggestive)
Shen Tinghe recalled the scene when she first met Chen Rancheng. The white clouds lazily stayed in the sky, the sky was azure, and the smell of sunshine in the air could still be faintly smelled.
His slickback hairstyle revealed his delicate forehead and deep, striking features, yet he didn't appear rugged but rather gentle and clean-cut.
The moment their lips touched, the memory was shattered, and the memory fragments rushing into the mind were replaced by a firm chest, strong back muscles, abdominal muscles, and a large hand gripping the waist.
Chen Rancheng is tall and thin with just the right amount of muscle; he is the type who looks slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.
Her lips were captured, drawn in and sucked, glistening with moisture that made them appear rosy and translucent. "What's not to your liking? Hmm?"
Chen Rancheng wiped his red lips, which changed shape, while Shen Tinghe gasped for breath with her lips parted, her chest heaving.
Before she could answer, her lips were captured again, her tongue darting in and swirling around. Half of the saliva she couldn't swallow was sucked away, while the other half dripped down her lips, wetting her chin.
Shen Tinghe was so dizzy from the kisses that she let out soft moans. Chen Rancheng was already hard and throbbing, and he tied her around his waist.
Shen Tinghe's skirt made it even easier for him; the skirt was suddenly lifted up to her thighs, and he rubbed and kneaded the flesh at the base of her thighs, instantly staining her white flesh with blood.
She buried her head in his neck, panting like a puppy, and the fragrance emanating from Chen Rancheng filled her nostrils—it was so addictive.
Her warm breath brushed against his ear, their bodies pressed together. Chen Rancheng reached into her panties, and through the fabric, he felt no softness in her breasts. He looked up at her, his gaze scrutinizing.
Shen Tinghe suppressed a laugh, "What are you looking at?" As she spoke, she twisted her waist and rubbed against him.
"Smack!" The naughty bottom was slapped, not hard, but the sound was loud.
Shen Tinghe snorted.
"You deliberately provoked me."
The buttons at the neckline of the dress were undone, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. Chen Rancheng reached his hand inside the zipper on the side and cupped her chest.
He spread his fingers, clenched his fist tightly, and moved his breasts back and forth. The breasts that he couldn't hold overflowed from between his palms, bulging out strands of white flesh.
Her bra was pushed up, her nipples were pinched, squeezed and rubbed with two fingers, pulled outwards, and then released with a snap. Her breasts swayed, and the sagging flesh pulled at her chest with pain.
"...Ugh...it hurts..."
The erect, hard object rubbed against my vulva through my clothes, grinding against it repeatedly, and a warm flow overflowed from my vulva.
"Help me masturbate."
He took her hand and placed it over his penis, letting her trace its shape through her clothes; his long-dormant genitals could not be ignored.
Shen Tinghe was lifted and placed on the table. The cold surface of the table made her heart tremble, and her hand couldn't help but tremble as it brushed against the horse's eye.
Chen Rancheng groaned and coaxed her to take off her pants. He then pulled his head up and took off his upper body, revealing his muscular torso, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Shen Tinghe tugged at his pants, saying she was going to take them off for him, but after a while the pants were still hanging on his waist, she only managed to unzip them.
He gripped her breast tightly and squeezed it, pinching her nipple between his fingers. He contracted his fingers so forcefully that his handprint left a red mark that then turned white.
The nipple that was being pulled outwards was suddenly taken into her mouth, the warm touch tingling and numb, her tongue rolling around the nipple.
Shen Tinghe's lips parted as she was licked, and tears welled in her eyes. As if sensing that Shen Tinghe was looking at him, he looked up and met her gaze. The nipple in his mouth was "popped" out, swayed for a moment, and then bounced back to his lips, where it was taken into his mouth again.
His eyes were filled with a crimson lust, making her tremble and her legs go weak.
Shen Tinghe dug her hands into his short, stiff black hair, trying to pull it out. Chen Rancheng ignored her completely, burying his head in his breast, the pain in his head further stimulating his nerves.
He deftly pulled down his pants, took out his hard, erect penis, stroked it up and down a couple of times, and then slapped it against Chen Tinghe's inner thigh.
The heavy heat breathed into my ears; the wildfire could not burn it all, and the spring breeze would bring it back to life.
He rubbed her earlobe in his mouth for a while, then got up and walked towards the bathroom, his genitals swaying as he walked.
Shen Tinghe blinked, not quite understanding, and then the sound of water came from the bathroom.
She sat on the table trying to wake up, still feeling restless. Her clothes were half-draped over her body by Chen Rancheng, her nipples were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been violated. Her neck and shoulders were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her crotch was damp.
She used her strength to climb down from the table, slipped on her ill-fitting slippers, and walked outside to see if there were any spare restrooms.
The house belonged to Chen Rancheng, and it looked many times bigger than her student apartment. She poured a glass of water into the water glass on the dining table, her throat feeling steamy.
I mentally assessed the location: I was in the master bedroom, this was the living room, and that should be the bathroom over there.
She picked up the pajamas she had bought at the mall from the sofa and headed to the bathroom.
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