045 | (Forty-four) Do you want me to lick you or fuck you? (Slightly erotic)
The floral underwear slipped down from her thighs, hanging at her ankles, swaying in the wind at her protruding ankle bones.
Xie Qingyan's eyebrows furrowed into small hills and then collapsed with a thud. He kept swallowing, trying to swallow the excess saliva and hide it in his throat.
To no avail, she could only let the silvery saliva overflow from the corner of her lips, dripping down and landing on the boy's wrist, creating a small splash that formed a glistening line.
Like a needle plucking a strand of silver thread, threading it from the corner of her lips, the needle landing on the fair, protruding bone of Su Xingmao.
The two were linked together.
Su Xingmao's heart had also been burned by the needle, and his grip suddenly loosened by a fraction.
She still couldn't answer, but her body's honest reaction had already given her the answer: her pubic muscles were spasming uncontrollably, and her exposed vulva was visibly contracting.
The clitoris was so aroused that it became swollen and red, and the pinkish folds were blurred into an even more vibrant red by the pools of fluid that oozed out, making it glistening.
The narrow passage tightened, gripping the boy's fingers tightly. Warm and moist, it enveloped him in every part, making it difficult to move forward even an inch.
Su Xingmao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his brows furrowed, and a shadow obscured his eyes.
He gazed at the flower-like opening that was swallowing his finger joints; it seemed that one finger was already completely filled, leaving no room for anything else.
It's very wet.
With your thumb rubbing against the clitoris, this ripe berry, pinched and squeezed between your fingertips, bursts forth with a gushing, sweet, and moist juice.
The entire knuckle was soaked.
Does a person who cries a lot from a young age have a soft, supple body? A sponge, if squeezed a little, will become wet.
His mind was hazy and he wondered what the liquid flowing from Xie Qingyan's body tasted like.
Xie Qingyan's eyes were filled with moisture, and the corners of her eyes shimmered with water. The pleasure was like an electric current, rushing through her nerves. With a foreign object inserted into her body, every second was unbearable.
She was undeniably enjoying herself, even though she couldn't speak.
"Sit still." He suddenly released his hold on her.
Xie Qingyan's mind was slow, and her reaction was delayed by half a beat. Before she knew it, the boy's neatly styled, short, black hair, thick and bushy like sharp grass stalks, pierced her groin.
It was both prickly and itchy, and even my fair skin was rubbed raw and turned red.
Xie Qingyan tucked her legs in, her mouth sore and numb. It took her a long time to find her voice: "...What are you going to do!"
Asking a question you already know the answer to.
His head was already pressed against her mons pubis, his hot breath pounding against her trembling vulva.
Xie Qingyan shivered, her body trembling slightly, her fingers digging into her palm, leaving several small red crescent moons.
She raised her leg to kick him.
"Don't...don't lick!" His voice trembled, unable to distinguish whether his racing heart was due to excessive anticipation or the overwhelming fear of uncontrollable pleasure.
Su Xingmao grabbed her ankle and pulled her forward. Her blue and white school uniform, like a reflection of the sky and clouds, was torn from the sky and pulled into his arms.
He put Xie Qingyan's legs on his shoulders.
The door was wide open, and a cool breeze rushed down to my lower body.
This is the art studio where classes are held every day, and the sound of whistles from the playground can be heard from time to time outside the window.
Xie Qingyan was filled with shame and indignation, her ears turning bright red. She struggled desperately, kicking and stomping wildly, leaving several footprints on his body, and accidentally kicking him in the face.
Fortunately, Su Xingmao reacted quickly and turned his head in time, so the tip of his shoe hit his cheek instead of his nose. Otherwise, it would have hit his nose directly and caused a nosebleed.
Su Xingmao gripped her foot tightly with his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
The boy frowned deeply, looked up from between her legs, stood up, and coldly looked down at Xie Qingyan, who was panting heavily after fidgeting on her desk.
Wait until she's done making a scene.
He gazed at her silently, unperturbed by the conspicuous footprint on the collar of his school uniform. His fingers were on his belt, and he remained calm and composed, even managing a slow, gentle smile.
"A kitten would rather be fucked than licked, right?"
After saying that, he reached out to pull up his school trousers.
Xie Qingyan was almost stunned. She looked down and saw a huge shadow sticking up in the boy's crotch.
It was obvious that he had an erection.
When? It wasn't when she kicked him in the face, was it?
Even through the school uniform, you could clearly see the swollen, imposing outline of the penis pressing against the lower body, like a lurking beast, hardening silently.
"You really are something." Xie Qingyan's face flushed red, both angry and annoyed, and she couldn't help but curse him three thousand times.
This time she really figured it out; once someone who doesn't get angry easily gets upset, it's not something she can easily handle.
Xie Qingyan was conflicted. She instinctively feared making love, yet she also felt a sliver of anticipation and curiosity about the "licking" he mentioned. Her vaginal muscles released a puddle of fluid, and she secretly squeezed her legs together. She was truly afraid of pushing Su Xingmao too far, or he would actually do it to her at school, and then she would be the one suffering.
After a fierce internal struggle, Xie Qingyan reluctantly compromised and mercifully said, "...No fucking, you can lick it!"
She finally managed to lower her stance, but Su Xingmao put on airs, acting as if he hadn't heard her, and kept working.
He looked at her calmly and restrainedly, her pretty, pink and white knuckles snapping as she pulled down her belt.
Xie Qingyan's heart was pounding. She wanted to scream and yell at him to get out of there, or she wanted him to stop.
And then I thought... Su Xingmao coldly staring at her, his expressionless action of taking off his pants, how could it be... just a tiny bit, a tiny bit, cool?
A cool and aloof sexiness.
This was the only strange adjective she could think of.
"I already told you, lick it, don't take it off..."
Xie Qingyan chickened out. The immature bamboo frame, covered with paper to resemble a tiger, was all drawn on and could be shattered with a single slap.
She hesitated even slightly, then dared not gamble with him and called out to stop him.
But Su Xingmao seemed deaf and ignored her words.
So annoying.
Xie Qingyan ground her teeth together, and seeing that Su Xingmao had already pulled off his belt and was about to pull his pants down, she had no choice but to pout and lower her head: "I was wrong! I was wrong, don't take them off, this is school."
With great force, he practically shouted "I was wrong," showing no sign of admitting his mistake.
“Say it again.” He paused, giving a brief command.
She muttered dejectedly, lowering her voice, "I was wrong."
"Hmm?" He pressed his palm down on her head, the pressure decreasing, as if he wasn't satisfied yet.
Who's wrong?
His calm gaze fixed on her; clearly, he needed a specific subject.
Why force her to finish? Xie Qingyan gritted her teeth: "The kitten was wrong..."
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