058｜(Fifty-seven) Rear Entry H
Su Xingmao wasn't joking at all.
His expression was serious, and it was clear to the naked eye that his lower body was erect again before her. His pinkish-red shaft was hard, engorged with blood, and swollen like a thick spear, with deep blue veins coiled around it, brazenly pointing towards Xie Qingyan.
She stared in disbelief, bracing herself against the slippery bathtub as she backed away.
"Okay?"
Su Xingmao bent down, his gaze slightly above the top of her head, and looked down, his fingers gliding from the corner of her eye across her cheek.
Regardless of the person's indifferent expression, the fingers were always warm and gentle, like steamed orange slices, drained of moisture, with slightly rough fibers, stroking her skin, a soft, ticklish sensation, and the citrus scent of shower gel lingering between the fingertips.
It has a refreshing and invigorating aroma, like sunshine that has penetrated the skin, and a vibrant sweet and sour taste.
Xie Qingyan was bewitched by this aura, his throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a word of refusal for a long time.
"Yan Yan".
That's what Su Xingmao called her.
Ms. Xie Jinyu liked to call her by her nickname. When her family called her that, it was affectionate and doting. But when he called her that, it sounded completely different, and she was very uncomfortable with it.
Aside from the nickname "Little Cat," which carries a hidden meaning, he always called her by her full name, in a very formal and rigid manner.
In my memory, I only called her "Yanyan" once or twice—in the hazy memories that are almost forgotten.
In a certain month of a certain year, in a certain spring, Xie Qingyan found an abandoned old bus on the other side of Lingquan Mountain, surrounded by boundless green fields and waist-high flowers.
She was like a little butterfly, always hurrying off with her sketchbook, flitting among the flowers every day. At home, she cut white window screens and stole wind chimes, like a bird building its nest, scattering here and there, carrying twigs to create her own secret hideout.
Then, by chance, Su Xingmao discovered his whereabouts. Naturally, she tricked him into believing that if he wanted to play together, he had to listen to her. Thus, he was turned into free labor by this bossy girl.
I helped her move her radio, paint, comics, drinks, and snacks. On the mottled, dusty paint of the old car, I drew a series of childlike doodles, laid a soft cushion on the front of the car, and placed food on it. Little by little, I built a little world that was isolated from the world.
The places adults couldn't find became childhood utopias.
One sunny afternoon.
An abandoned bus with a broken window, white lace fluttering along its sides, bells hanging all around. A boy and a girl, heads propped up, stand side by side, looking out the window at the lush green leaves and the vast expanse of drifting clouds.
The cassette tape was playing the theme song from Cardcaptor Sakura, and she was shouting loudly at the broken glass.
The wind whistled through the mountains, its echoes resounding.
In her most naive and impetuous childhood, she felt she had conquered the world once she had created a secluded paradise, with gentle breezes, green fields, flowers, and butterflies as her companions.
Exhausted from shouting, she somehow fell asleep. When she was shaken awake, her head was still resting on the boy's shoulder. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the crescent moon was climbing halfway up the sky.
The wind rustled through her hair, and spring slipped away from her ears. She vaguely heard him call out "Yan Yan," saying it was time to go back.
Then, she asked warily, "What did you just call me?"
He answered calmly, "Xie Qingyan."
When pressed further, she claimed she had misheard and never admitted it.
A piece of dust has settled, memories have been shelved.
Because of a sudden title, like flipping a switch, it appeared inappropriately in Xie Qingyan's mind.
It's been so long.
It wasn't until he pulled a bath towel to wrap her up and put her back on the bed that Xie Qingyan slowly came to her senses and awkwardly said, "Don't call me that."
Too close, I'm not used to it.
Su Xingmao remained silent and changed his address back to "Little Cat".
The boy lifted her by the waist, pressed her down on the bed, and wrestled her waist with both hands. He tilted his head and said, "Little cat, how about I kneel down and fuck you?"
After saying that, she turned Xie Qingyan over and put her knees on the mattress. She knelt and crawled on her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows. Just maintaining this shameful position made her legs wet.
He wanted to penetrate from behind.
The pose she had only seen in comics was now being put on display. A strong sense of shame swept over her entire body, and she was forced to relinquish control to Sukifumi. Her legs tensed, her muscles trembled, and she could almost foresee the feeling that her body was about to lose control.
— It's like sitting on a roller coaster that's climbing higher, and even before you're plunging down, you can already see the vertical drop between your feet and the ground.
The moment you fall must feel both exhilarating and terrifying.
I was both looking forward to it and secretly excited, yet also afraid of getting too carried away with the pleasure.
I have mixed feelings.
The penis slapped against the round vulva, gently poking at the slit and entrance.
"The kitten is leaking fluid."
He asked slowly and deliberately.
"Are you so eager to get fucked?"
Even though her lower body was wet, Xie Qingyan wouldn't admit that she wanted it. She gritted her teeth, stubbornly sticking to her guns, and said sarcastically, "You talk too much nonsense. Are you already soft? Stop dawdling."
Su Xingmao pursed his lips, his glans rubbing against the flower lips, and with the lingering moisture, he plunged straight in. Unlike the first time when he tenderly and slowly pushed in inch by inch, this time he didn't linger at all. His shaft forcefully forced its way into the flower cave, the skin and flesh tightly pressed together, and the already soaked cave once again tasted the sensation of being stretched open by a huge object.
The scorching heat was soothing her.
"Ah!" Xie Qingyan couldn't help but groan at the overly fierce action, her fingers gripping the corner of the pillow tightly; it really felt so swollen.
There was no time to adjust; the knuckles fell on the waist and hips, digging deep into the flesh.
The penis thrust in and out rapidly, forcibly opening up the sensitive and fragile flower hole. The hard, large tip showed no mercy, ramming into the deepest part, reaching the tender flower heart, grinding and squeezing heavily.
"Ouch... Be gentle, you, you go slower." Xie Qingyan cried out in surprise, his arm trembling. He was thrown forward by the impact and shuddered.
When the thick, long thing gets fierce, it's fast and urgent, like a branding iron, really hot, embedded in her soft, wet vaginal flesh, trying to fuck her until she's broken and melted.
hateful.
"Ah...oh, too fast, you...sob, slow down."
Her body swayed and stumbled, she gritted her teeth, and suddenly missed Su Xingmao, who could quietly read a book all day long.
They were oblivious to what was happening outside their window.
Unlike now, where all pretense of civility has been torn away, and people no longer bother to act; they're quite fierce.
A cold and indifferent, menacing aura.
The constellation of Mao (卯) half-closes its eyes.
If one ignores Xie Qingyan's eyes, which were spitting sparks when he looked at her from the front.
The kneeling girl was obedient, her waist was slumped and her buttocks were raised high.
A beautiful vertical line runs deep in her back groove, and on her rounded buttocks are two dimples, like small white porcelain bowls, delicate and frail. Further down, she grows into a round and full peach-shaped bottom.
They were perfectly ripe, with a bright red and pink color, and the juice would burst out even without being pinched firmly.
The pink genitals slid in completely from between her buttocks, splashing water with a soft, wet sound.
Xie Qingyan was extremely skilled at making love. After only a few thrusts, the opening gushed out like a spring, becoming a messy mass covered in dripping flower juice. It was as if his penis had entered a spring; the more vigorous the movements, the more abundant the juice could be squeezed out, flowing swiftly and almost submerging the deep-penetrating shaft.
The flesh of his vaginal cavity enveloped and sucked him tightly, the smooth passage layered upon layer, like thousands of tiny mouths tightly clinging to his shaft, constantly writhing and teasing the tendons tangled within, pleasure spreading throughout his nerves, like an all-encompassing net covering him.
Su Xingmao could hardly contain himself; the veins on his forehead bulged, his handsome face flushed crimson with desire, and a hint of wildness crept into his brows.
"The kitten is so good at pinching."
He raised his hand and landed a crisp slap on her fair little bottom. The flesh of her buttocks rippled like milk flowers, white and tender. When the boy saw this, his breathing suddenly quickened, and he could hardly maintain his rationality.
Xie Qingyan was already swaying from being fucked so hard that if someone hadn't held him up by the waist, he probably would have collapsed onto the bed.
The sudden slap sent a shiver down his spine, a rush of pleasure coursing through him. His flower-like opening couldn't stop the water from gushing out, the tender flesh gripping his shaft tightly, trembling and sucking.
"Waaah...no, don't spank me."
"You bit so hard after being hit." Su Xingmao breathed softly as he grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them, gently rubbing away the red handprint. "Does the kitten like being spanked?"
Years of morning runs had honed the strong muscles in my waist and abdomen, which now came into play. The thrusts were swift and fierce, with each powerful stroke creating a gurgling, drizzling splash of water.
Xie Qingyan's eyes reddened, her knees went weak, and her whole body felt limp like a creeping vine, gently clinging to his strength, but her mouth remained as hard as iron: "No... I don't like it."
What do you dislike?
A jolt of electricity shot through her brain, and she stammered, "...I don't like you."
The act of fucking paused for a second, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed, contracting suddenly. A sour pain spread throughout his internal organs. The pain and some kind of hidden negative emotion came far more intensely than the pleasure. Su Xingmao's eyes were empty for a moment, his cheeks were drained of color, his eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, and his lips trembled slightly.
In a moment, the penis withdrew from the acupoint and thrust in hard to the bottom, penetrating even more forcefully than before. The glans ground against the tender flesh, thrusting even more intensely. The sound of slaps rose and fell, and the arm flesh trembled softly like milk pudding.
"Who does the kitten like? Zheng Hui or Zhou Jianyang?"
If you don't listen carefully, his voice trembles.
He could still maintain a calm and unhurried tone, but his lower body had already lost its balance, mechanically inserting and withdrawing.
If sex becomes a source of suffering because of a single sentence, and if one loses the joy and cannot feel the resonance of the soul, then sex is merely a purely animalistic act and cannot be called "sexual love."
The mind wanders outside the body.
Only the hands that were restraining her waist regained their feeling, and he tried his best to remain calm: "What a pity, now I'm the one who's having sex with the kitten."
His knuckles traced the swaying, snow-white buttocks, his gaze almost obsessively fixed on the vivid red marks left on Xie Qingyan's body.
How long will he stay? He suddenly wondered.
He leaned down and pressed his waist down, placing a kiss on her back cleft.
Xie Qingyan's spine was uneven, like the small knots growing from white bamboo, one high and one low. As the boy kissed her, the kiss marks blossomed into a series of plum blossom marks.
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