051｜(Fifty) wake her up (slightly h)
What a lunatic! Climbing into her bedroom in the middle of the night like a ghost. Looks like I'll have to add three more locks next time.
Xie Qingyan almost fainted. After looking closely and recognizing Su Xingmao, he exclaimed, "...You scared me to death!"
Making a sound startled me; for some reason, the sound that came out of my throat was high-pitched and thin, like a panting breath.
My drowsy nerves were instantly awakened.
Su Xingmao turned to her, his eyes filled with a serene, moonlit light, and asked abruptly, "Is it comfortable?"
"What?"
He suddenly pulled off her blanket.
Startled awake by the figure, Xie Qingyan was a beat slow to react before realizing that her pajama bottoms had been pulled down and her underwear was nowhere to be found. Her exposed labia were wet and dripping.
The bed sheet was soaked with dark water stains.
So what she was having wasn't a nightmare at all, but a complete erotic dream.
8 PM.
Su Xingmao heard Xie Qingyan return home from his room.
Humming an unnamed tune, so light and cheerful, her steps seemed to tread on the wind, joyfully and skipping as she made her way uphill.
Xie Qingyan was probably carrying her favorite little backpack, which was covered with many Sanrio toys and keychains. As she walked, the toys bumped into each other and made a clattering sound.
She went straight back into the house, leaving the door ajar. Soon after, the exciting background music of a game came from inside, mixed with some playful noises coming from her earphones.
It wasn't just her.
There was also a male voice that sounded familiar; it was probably one of the classmates.
Su Xingmao cannot remember other people's voices.
It was very harsh, like a needle piercing Su Xingmao's heart, and a moist pain and itching arose in the wound on his hand.
Her laughter was clear and melodious, like the ringing of bells, a very pleasant and pleasant sound, especially if she was laughing at him.
Su Xingmao stood outside the door, the dim light of the wall lamp casting a long shadow upon him, which had already slipped into the room. Unfortunately, the person was so engrossed in the game that he didn't look down, and thus couldn't see how long his shadow had stood there before it entangled around her feet. If the shadow could reach out, it would probably climb up and search between her legs.
It was very late at night when Su Xingmao turned back.
Inside the bedroom, the gauze curtains fluttered, half of the window was not fully covered, and the moon was obscured by stingy dark clouds, refusing to let the world see its bright light.
The sky was as blue as ink, without a single star in sight.
He did not return to his own villa, but continued to live in the room opposite Xie Qingyan's.
Su Xingmao lay in bed. He had a regular schedule and rarely stayed up late, but tonight he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.
Lost in thought.
Today, while reading a physics book, I came across a page about photon spheres inside black holes.
The gravity of a black hole is so strong that anything that crosses its physical boundary, the "event horizon," cannot be returned.
Even light.
The photon sphere is a virtual sphere at the center of a black hole.
When light escapes from the event horizon of a black hole, gravity warps spacetime, bending even the path of the light, causing it to stop traveling and become eternally trapped in a circular orbit inside the black hole, constantly flying around but never able to escape.
Therefore, the photon sphere becomes a boundary from which light cannot escape.
Light rays shuttle back and forth in the photon sphere, colliding, jumping, struggling, and tearing, never able to escape the cage.
He probably felt the same way.
Xie Qingyan trapped him.
Many times, he considered ignoring Xie Qingyan, but all his efforts were in vain.
He was consumed by her, forever trapped in a small, confined space.
The faint echo of her cheerful laughter still lingered in my ears.
Maybe, just going to see her would be enough.
He rose like a wooden statue. Light shone from behind, and his shadow pushed him forward, silently leading him into her bedroom.
Su Xingmao gazed at Xie Qingyan. A starry night lamp was lit in her room, and the entire wall and ceiling were filled with blue and green aurora waves, like rolling waves. Stars twinkled on them, and the shimmering light fell on Xie Qingyan's face.
Her features were delicate and her skin was fair and clear.
She has a lively and boisterous personality, and she is only so quiet when she is asleep. She must be dreaming of happy things. Her lips are delicately upturned.
Su Xingmao's eyes were calm, and he felt that his heart was also at peace, but for a moment it started beating quite violently.
Is one glance enough? He wondered before pushing open the door.
Now we have the answer.
It won't be enough. Something is stirring within me; my throat is dry, and I want to kiss her.
He calmly lifted her blankets and pulled off her clothes.
It's as if he isn't himself, as if someone has possessed him.
If this person were to be named, he should be called Jealous. His face was flushed with a dampness, and he was distracted, his mind consumed by a burning rage.
So Su Xingmao pulled her legs apart, his fingers digging into her plump flesh. He couldn't stop himself from pressing harder, thinking to himself, "It's good that Xie Qingyan is awake."
Once you're awake, just stay put and watch.
No longer restraining himself, he showered her body with kisses, one after another, lingering there.
His lips slid down from her collarbone to her breasts, biting down on the tender nipples. Then he pulled down her panties. Having had experience before, Su Xingmao's fingers skillfully parted her pink labia, revealing her budding flower.
She flicked her fingers, and the flower's reflection fell into the lake, rippling the surface. Then she massaged the clitoris, lightly and heavily, and soon a gush of juice flowed out eagerly.
Su Xingmao bent down, biting the clitoris with his teeth, pulling and licking it outwards. The plump and juicy clam tasted pleasure, and the dripping juices gushed out in streams.
Xie Qingyan let out a soft moan, her body writhing restlessly.
Her little face was wrinkled, her eyebrows sometimes relaxed and sometimes relaxed, but she didn't wake up.
Why won't he wake up?
He even wanted to wake Xie Qingyan up to see how he would play with her, and whether the person she met today would also please Xie Qingyan.
His tongue moved back and forth between her vulva, nimbly and quickly, cleaning every fold of her vulva. Finally, he probed the narrow opening, teasing her muscles as he pushed inside, his tongue flicking and patting, his fingers pinching and grinding her clitoris.
A face splashed with water, the straight bridge of the nose buried in the crevices of the flowers, rubbing and teasing.
As the pleasure gradually accumulated, Xie Qingyan, in his sleep, felt the waves on the sea becoming more and more turbulent. At a certain moment, Xie Qingyan arched his back, groaned, his body trembled violently, shaking uncontrollably, his thigh muscles tightened, and water gushed out, gushing incessantly.
His rough tongue rolled over the gushing, lustful fluid, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed it all.
Looking up again, Xie Qingyan's eyes were moving back and forth under her eyelids; she was about to wake up.
He stood up, ignoring the splash of juice on his handsome face, his lips pressed tightly together, only using his tongue to savor the taste between his lips and teeth for a while.
Xie Qingyan stared at Su Xingmao's moist, glossy lips and suddenly understood. This guy was actually sneaking around licking her. How perverted!
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