018｜(Seventeen) Chocolate Bar Microh
The wind on the mountain was not calm. When it blew in, it carried some cool dew and the fragrance of unnamed flowers. If you smelled this strong and rich fragrance for a long time, your head would feel like it was bobbing in the waves, and you would feel dizzy like you were on a boat. Xie Qingyan mistakenly thought that she had misheard.
Only Sukishimao could say something as absurd, erotic, and vulgar as "I want to fuck" with such a cold face, right? She's shameless, and she even has the nerve to say that about her!
Xie Qingyan was indignant, but also felt embarrassed. She immediately retorted, "You're dreaming!"
Su Xingmao didn't reply to this, but silently increased the force of his movements, making them faster and faster. He stared at the wet fabric, the dark watermarks spreading outwards.
Through the sticky fabric, their fingers rubbed together, creating even more water droplets.
The juice gushed out in gushes, making the thin underwear heavy and almost unable to hold the pool of clear water. As the pressure from the hand increased, the water flowed even more fiercely, spreading, flowing, and gushing, dripping and wetting the fingers.
He examined her wet genitals and coldly commented, "This little kitten is so wet, does she secretly masturbate every day?"
Acupressure?
What Su Xingmao said shocked her even more than before.
"Stop talking nonsense..." Xie Qingyan denied loudly. This was simply slander. He must be projecting his own experience onto others: "You're the one who masturbates under the covers every day!"
Her fingers dug into her lips and rubbed them rapidly. Pleasure washed over her body like water, one after another. Xie Qingyan gritted her teeth, not wanting to let out any shameful moans.
Why does being rubbed feel so good? She wondered absently.
Her body was like an ice cream cone, melting and fading away.
It's more like ice that hasn't melted in spring, which, without you noticing, drifts into a summer lake, flowing gently like a trickle.
"Hmm." Su Xingmao wasn't annoyed, and simply said, "Does the little cat want to see me masturbate?"
Her whole body was limp, but her buttocks were raised uncontrollably, making it hard to tell whether she wanted to avoid Su Xingmao's hand or happily went to meet it, so that he would grind her more fiercely and ruthlessly into the folds of her flower lips and into every inch of itchy flesh.
Ideally, you could rub the clitoris hidden inside your underwear, unseen yet tangible, nestled among the lush foliage, a red fruit eagerly awaiting its taste, erect and tender, trembling slightly, its body also quivering.
Eyelashes fluttered, like butterflies flapping their wings; tears, unspoken, escaped from the corners of her eyes.
The hand reaches out into the air, trying to grab something, but can only open and close, helplessly grasping at the air.
"Kitten," Su Xingmao called to her, "Want to see?"
He lowered his head, and within his sight lay a breathtakingly beautiful scene. His shimmering eyes were hidden by thick eyelashes as long as willow leaves in spring. The willow leaves, wet with water, trembled fragilely in the wind.
So beautiful.
His fingertips, seemingly possessed, caressed her beautiful, rosy cheek, wiping away a tear, and brought it to his lips. His tongue gently licked it, and his taste buds detected a faint salty flavor.
Her tears were slightly bitter and salty.
And what about next? What will it taste like? That flowing, moist opening, that much gurgling water, swallowed with an open mouth, tasted on the tongue, and then down the throat—what will that feel like? Will she feel comfortable?
Su Xingmao lowered his eyes, and a finger slipped into her slightly parted lips. Her warm, moist mouth entwined with his finger bone.
I really want to destroy it a little more.
He saw her crying and calling his name, begging him to stop.
My lower body was swelling and becoming hot, and even my breath was hot.
Su Xingmao swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he silently called out a name.
His lips parted slightly, as if it were taboo, and he did not utter a sound.
He silently uttered three words.
"Who cares about you..."
One of the main reasons Xie Qingyan dislikes watching porn and only likes comics is that she thinks men's genitals in real life are too ugly, especially the male actors in live-action porn. They probably use it too much, resulting in pigmentation buildup, making them look like a big, dark, dirty mess. It looks awful and disgusting, seriously polluting her eyes that pursue beauty. As an art student, her excellent aesthetic sense does not allow her to look at such disgusting things. The thought of countless people using them makes her even more nauseous.
She looked disgusted: "I don't want to."
However, since Su Xingmao has such fair skin, if he were willing to ask her to take a look, she wouldn't mind humbly glancing at him for a moment.
Just for a moment.
After all, he knows himself perfectly well, and she has never seen him naked. That's not fair!
The view was obscured by the misty water vapor.
Everything was shrouded in mist.
The overhead lights formed concentric circles of light spots, which scattered in various colors, making the world seem to spin.
She was like a shaken soda bottle, her rationality swelling and gurgling...
Glug, glug, with fine white foam, the liquid swelled up and overflowed the bottle, just waiting for the moment the bottle opening to be twisted open, the surging water bursting forth with a roar.
His body trembled repeatedly. At one point, Xie Qingyan's instep tensed, his toes curled, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
She almost thought she had turned into a leaf in the mountains, torn apart by the gale before autumn even arrived, struggling to fall from the treetop, then lifted up by the clear mountain breeze, drifting and floating. Such a delicate green leaf, swirling in the cold wind, shivering.
The wind blows eastward, sometimes up and sometimes down; it blows westward, sometimes high and sometimes low. Sometimes it rolls into the stream, so the hair, skin, and pores become damp. Sometimes it is scorched by the sun, so the body and face are parched and embarrassed by the hot wind. The pomegranate blossoms are in full bloom, a bright red expanse.
Finally, something strange happened: who picked it up, whose hands did it fall into, and how did they grind, rub, and press it, making it feel like they were dying of pleasure?
"Ah—" she could no longer hold back and cried out in a shrill voice, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Before my unfocused gaze could return, I heard the crisp sound of a zipper being pulled.
Xie Qingyan subconsciously looked over; the bright lights were scattered, but his eyes focused into a beam, landing on his lower body.
Under the cold light, her fair and beautiful fingers were clearly visible as she unbuttoned her pure black trousers. With each movement, the veins on the back of Su Xingmao's hands bulged, looking at her at first glance like several slender, bluish-purple snakes crawling around, only without flicking their tongues. With two clicks, the clasp came undone, and her dark gray underwear was pulled down.
A massive, flesh-pink object suddenly came into view, causing his pupils to contract sharply.
The branded iron stick, steaming hot, with its veins twisting and turning like a strawberry chocolate bar covered in veins, was very clean and distinctive. If it weren't for the excessively large and menacing bulge at the top, it could be considered beautiful.
She was stunned.
She stared intently at his lower body, forgetting even to blink.
It wasn't as awful as I'd imagined; Su Xingmao's things were better looking than expected, but they were far too spectacular, clashing with his handsome and refined appearance.
If he really wanted to have sex with her, wouldn't that kill her? Xie Qingyan's eyelids twitched wildly, and she felt a sudden urge to escape.
"Little cat." Su Xingmao took her hand and, without saying a word, said, "Can you rub it for me?"
"Get out of here." The touch alone was so intense it almost made her jump off the ground. Xie Qingyan resolutely refused: "Impossible."
“The kitten said,” Su Xingmao tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her inch by inch, scrutinizing her from head to toe, feigning doubt as he asked, “Where should I shoot?”
His eyes were glued to her, sweeping over the skirt that was half-draped over her body, barely concealing her breasts, half of which were sticking out. Yet she was staring back at him, completely oblivious to the erotic scene unfolding before her.
Surprisingly, when he touched the instrument, his expression remained unchanged, aloof and unmoved.
Xie Qingyan blushed and said, "You put it on your own hands!"
“No.” Su Xingmao smiled faintly, her lips pursed upwards, her eyes brightening and sparkling like fireworks in an instant: “The kitten dirtied my hands, so I’ll dirty you too.”
Xie Qingyan was always quick-witted and knew she was very good at arguing. Fearing she wouldn't admit it, he raised his wet fingers, the sticky water forming a lewd silver thread between his fingers.
"Look, so much water."
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