029｜(Twenty-eight) Knees slightly h
Su Xingmao placed her on the bed, pulled over a chair, and leaned into it.
Xie Qingyan's shapely, fleshy thighs were gripped by a large hand with great force, pulled apart to the sides, and then forcefully pushed into her pure black trousers. Her legs were bent and pushed upwards, with her knee pressing into the opening.
Stop her from trying to put her legs together.
"Don't move." He straightened up, his body upright, one hand in his pocket, his head tilted and his eyes downcast as he looked down at her, his black pants brushing against her soft flesh.
He kept his gaze fixed on Xie Qingyan, observing her expression with keen attention.
"Kitten." He noticed that the black pants were getting wet and darker, so he rubbed them harder.
"You've soaked my pants again."
Between the tender pink labia, the clitoris, unable to withstand the stimulation, stood erect and trembled slightly. Her body trembled along with it, and she couldn't help but moan, "Mmm...no..."
The kneecap was hard and thick, unlike the fingers. When it rubbed in, it was like rubbing the entire vulva. Although it couldn't be meticulous enough to reach every sensitive spot, just one stroke was enough to thoroughly take care of the labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. She couldn't help but pant, her body swaying and trembling like a willow in the wind.
The pleasure was like lightning, shooting straight up.
Xie Qingyan couldn't take it anymore: "You...stop."
He smiled thoughtfully, two dimples appearing on his cheeks, as if he had discovered some little secret, a touch of childlike innocence.
"So just a knee is enough to make a kitten feel good?"
Slander! Absolutely not!
He didn't continue to make things difficult for her. He bent down, grabbed her slender calves with both hands, and folded them towards her thighs until her ankles were clearly pressed against her full buttocks.
Su Xingmao asked, "Can you hold on?"
Xie Qingyan hadn't recovered yet, and shook her head in shame and indignation: "...No."
"hand."
What is he going to do?
Having received a reply, Su Xingmao pulled Xie Qingyan's hand, which was supporting her behind her back, and pressed it against the lower edge of her calf, close to the bone of her instep: "Hold it down, don't let go."
Xie Qingyan could hardly bear to look at her current shameful posture; her underwear was still hanging at her feet, like a migratory bird that had lost its way in the depths of the clouds, swaying from side to side.
Her legs were bent into an M shape, and the groin area, a part of her body that was usually too ashamed to be seen, was now exposed to him.
In the shadows of the willows, the flowers came into view, their petals falling in layers upon layers.
He looked up, and she hurriedly closed her eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.
Why not look at the constellation Maowei?
She waited in silence for a long time, but nothing happened.
Didn't you say... we should... do that acupressure?
Why is there no action being taken?
She lacked patience, so she opened her eyes a crack and looked ahead.
Su Xingmao remained silent, simply sitting with his legs crossed, propping his chin up as he stared at her.
Unlike his usual upright posture, he was relaxed, leaning back in his chair, wearing a white shirt draped over his shoulders, the buttons undone, his upper body still bare, his thin skin casually exposed. He looked languid, his features indifferent. When he saw her looking at him, a slight smile appeared on his lips: "What's wrong?"
...
What happened... Is he deliberately playing with her? Is he intentionally making her act so outrageous, and then just leaving her alone? Xie Qingyan's expression darkened slightly, her face turning both pale and red.
He seemed to suddenly realize something.
"Is the kitten... impatient?"
"No, that's not it." Xie Qingyan's heart was in her throat, and she blurted out a denial out of nervousness.
"Little liar." Su Xingmao lowered his eyes, his long, dark eyelashes obscuring them and his emotions, making them appear like mist and illusion, indistinct. Only his lips could be vaguely seen lifted slightly, as if he were smiling. He looked at the gushing hole and said in a cold tone, "Just looking at a kitten makes you horny and wet."
"So carefree." A casual statement: "Do I even need to lift a finger?"
His tone was as calm as still water, yet he uttered obscene and lewd words.
Xie Qingyan held her breath, unable to speak. She couldn't bear to hear the words "slutty" at all. The humiliation was too strong, the stimulation too intense. Just being told it was unbearable. Her heart was pounding like a rabbit.
My whole body went limp and weak, soft and fluffy, like cotton or a cloud.
He wanted to slap him and tell him to get lost and shut up, but he also secretly wanted to continue.
The admonitory tone made her thighs tremble and her heart tremble. Her flower-like eyes met the cold, thin moonlight or the sharp, thin gaze of a knife.
After rolling around in the fire, the blade, tempered and heated, pierced in, making his lower body scorching hot, burning with a ball of fire, as if his whole body was about to burst into flames. Gushes of hot liquid flowed out, wetting not only his hair but also the sheets beneath his buttocks, which were now a dark patch.
"No... I didn't, I'm not, I'm not... flirtatious." Vocabulary dwindles to a minimum during this brain-numbing phase, leaving only relentless denial.
…Her eyes were red-rimmed, her heart was burning with anxiety, and she was about to cry. How could a person be so conflicted? She wanted to stop, yet she also wanted… To be even harsher, it would be best to ignore her resistance…
"Nothing?" He could see right through her insincere words.
He reached down with his finger, brushed aside the submerged petals of the flower, and then raised another finger, standing it directly in front of her.
My fingers, still wet with sweat, kissed a layer of silvery light under the lamp, shimmering and sparkling.
Feeling incredibly embarrassed, she immediately turned her head away, not wanting to look at it at all.
Before Xie Qingyan could even turn her head slightly, a figure pressed down on her, a chilling aura sweeping over her. Before she could react, two fingers pinched her jawbone, suddenly turning her face to face.
Xie Qingyan had nowhere to hide and could see clearly how the wet, glistening water from below had soaked through her finger bones.
"Does it get wet without being looked at, or does it go into heat without being rubbed against its owner's knee?"
"The kitten is so dishonest."
He has always been a liar.
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