082 | (Eighty-one) Tongue Sticks Out H (Two chapters combined, includes DK, view at your discretion)
They were both too young, and their young bodies didn't know how to restrain themselves. The panting sounds escaping from her throat were an excellent aphrodisiac.
My scalp tingled, and my body was incredibly excited.
"Why can't the kitten speak? Is it enjoying itself so much that it has forgotten how to speak?"
"...Ugh...I..." Xie Qingyan tried to open her mouth to tell him to shut up, but the only sound she managed to make was a cloyingly sweet, sticky ending that even she couldn't bear to listen to.
He had no choice but to purse his lips, pretend to be mute, and remain silent.
"If you can't learn to answer, then obediently let your master have some fun, understand?" The boy's tone was indifferent; it was a question, but he didn't need her reply. His actions had already taken precedence.
His hand passed through her hair, around the back of her head, and his large hand easily covered her entire face. Now, his two slender middle and index fingers casually parted her breathing lips.
It pierced through her bright red lips without any resistance.
"Do kittens lick their hands?" he asked softly.
Xie Qingyan bit his finger and shook her head desperately.
Although he didn't say it, she could sense that he needed her answer; silence would be punished.
He smiled through the mirror, his dim and gentle eyes like the dampness of a rainy night, spreading wetly beneath his eyelids: "It's okay if you don't know how."
The command was cold and impersonal.
"Stick your tongue out."
As soon as he finished speaking, just like a genital being inserted into an acupoint, his fingers also entered her mouth without restraint, spreading out along the moist and tender inner walls, catching the sticky saliva, and stirring it wantonly between her lips and teeth.
Xie Qingyan grunted twice, knowing it was futile, but her restless, defiant thoughts still made her teeth work hard, biting down fiercely to drive him away.
The soft flesh on her cheeks was immediately pinched tightly, and long fingers clamped her mouth shut with great force, forcing her to open it even wider than before.
He spoke again, his voice even colder and harder.
"Tongue."
Xie Qingyan steeled his heart and had no choice but to stick out his tongue. Then, he pinched her soft and slippery little tongue with two fingers and gently pulled it out.
Saliva slowly spilled from the corners of his lips.
Xie Qingyan was completely unable to speak a complete sentence. His tongue, like a small animal exhaling, was hanging outside his lips, numb from being pinched by two fingers, and saliva was dripping down his lips.
Su Xingmao lowered his eyes. He had always been a quick learner, and over the years, he had long since figured out her personality: all bark and no bite.
He loves to say the opposite of what he means, is never frank, and is extremely hypocritical.
A mere shell of bravado, with teeth made of paper.
Now I'm slowly realizing that while she has an incredibly alluring body, she also harbors a cowardly heart, ashamed to face her own desires, blushing even when she speaks, feeling utterly ashamed.
You have to force her to open her mouth.
It's better to just get started.
Her body will naturally give him the most honest answer.
...That constellation is too wicked.
How could I use my finger bones to go in and out of her mouth like I was fucking her vagina, the movements synchronized with the slowed thrusting of my lower body, both of us being played with, as if her mouth had become a mouthpiece to be played with as well.
But then, he tilted his head and looked at her with a probing gaze that made her extremely ashamed.
Even at this critical moment, he seemed able to maintain a rational demeanor, calmly watching her indulge in desire.
Those eyes that could see through people's hearts were now observing from the sidelines, watching them with detachment.
Damn it, Xie Qingyan became increasingly frustrated. Why were the people who were stirring up trouble just watching from the sidelines, while it seemed like only she was caught up in it?
That's so unfair.
Xie Qingyan was both annoyed by Su Xingmao's indifferent attitude towards everything, and also felt a strange sense of unease.
The mundane and boring things she usually disliked became, at this moment, when he looked down at her with a detached gaze.
The aggression that was previously hidden and never revealed is slowly surfacing.
A sharp, invasive quality peeks out from beneath the cool exterior, like a gleaming blade wrapped around soft silk.
It only reveals its powerful and domineering edge at specific moments, such as now when it suppresses and manipulates her.
Strange, somewhat alluring... somewhat sexy.
My legs felt weak...
Although I don't want to admit it, the constellation Mao seems to really have a talent for being a master.
The girl's forehead was pressed against the mirror.
She could see herself forced to open her mouth wide, her face flushed crimson, her tongue sticking out, being pinched and fondled by the boy's fingers—she could see it even more clearly than when he was fucking her.
Thin, clear saliva trickled down between his knuckles and his bright red, moist tongue. The boy lowered his eyelashes, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and keen interest, as if he were observing a specimen, with a serious and inquisitive attitude.
His expression was indifferent, and he stated bluntly: "You were shaking a lot when you were playing with the kitten."
If you look down, from behind, you can only see half of her flushed profile and the tiny mole behind her red ear, about the size of a sesame seed—he had seen that mole many times during the days he followed her.
Now, as he thrusts and undulates her body, she sways incessantly, like a star shattered on the surface of water.
He opened his mouth, bit down, and tried to pick it up with his tongue and suck on it.
Stimulations from different angles—mouth, body, behind the ears—penetrated her brain. He was still licking her ears, and his thrusting slowed down, the rounded tip of his penis gently rubbing against a certain spot.
"When it hits this spot, the kitten squeezes even tighter."
"You kept shrinking your neck while I was licking the kitten's ears. Was it itchy? Or could you not stand it?" Su Xingmao frowned, like a scholar seeking knowledge, struggling to find the answer.
"When a kitten's nipples are slapped, its anus squirts water, it feels very good, right?"
She didn't!
The free hand traced an arc and fell unceremoniously onto the nipple, the swollen, bright red nipple tempting to taste.
She sobbed and trembled, her white, smooth breasts swaying in the air.
The boy held her body down firmly, restricting any possibility of Xie Qingyan struggling.
She could only turn her head angrily, staring wide-eyed helplessly, trying to intimidate him into shutting up.
The constellation Mao remained unmoved.
"The kitten's glare is cute. Is it trying to blame its owner? But the kitten said, 'I am not a responsible owner. It is only right that I take the responsibility to understand the kitten's body.'"
"Besides, the kitten told its owner not to worry about you."
"So, you're tacitly allowing your master to play around as he pleases?" Su Xingmao leaned closer to her, inhaling her sweet scent, and whispered, "The power that the kitten personally gave to its master should, of course, be used well to live up to the kitten's expectations, shouldn't it?"
That's utterly absurd! Xie Qingyan was on the verge of tears.
"Crying won't help."
A warm breath brushed against her face as he cruelly whispered in her ear.
"The kitten also likes to be spanked; every time it's spanked, it clenches its fists so tightly." The usually emotionless face coldly uttered these sharp words.
"And licking, you like that too, don't you? You'll show an expression of enjoyment no matter where you're kissed."
Xie Qingyan sobbed with red eyes. She didn't really like it... well, only a little bit. She wasn't as pathetic as he made her out to be.
"How does it feel to hear your master say these words? Humiliation or pleasure?"
The comment was completely vulgar: "Let the owner guess, the kitten seems very horny, is it enjoying itself?"
Shut up.
Shut up!
Stop talking... My abdomen is throbbing with waves of heat, itching and numbness.
She can't take it anymore.
"Ah, my sweet little kitten, why are your eyes so red? Are you about to cry?"
His slightly rough fingertips traced the corner of her eye, picking up a drop of water and deepening the blush. He pursed his lips. "What kind of useless thing is a kitten? It cries after just a little fucking."
"You bastard!" Xie Qingyan thought to herself, "She was about to be knocked flying. How could the culprit have the nerve to blame her for being useless?" She gritted her teeth inwardly, wishing she could bite him again.
"Do you feel wronged by being scolded, or do you feel even better listening to it?" Xie Qingyan casually flicked his finger at the soft tongue, and a pitiful "hoho" sound came from his throat.
"What a pity, your tongue is being played with, you can't answer."
With a cold and indifferent face, he spoke erotic words without any expression.
Xie Qingyan cursed him in her heart while her heart pounded uncontrollably.
“But it’s alright, Master has figured it out.” Su Xingmao revealed a look of sudden enlightenment, speaking coldly: “I originally thought it would be difficult to find the kitten’s sensitive spots, but the kitten is a genuine slut, enjoying playing anywhere, and even expecting Master to treat her more fiercely, right? After all, just a few words and the kitten is so excited that she’s about to climax.”
"Hmm, it's clamping down really hard now. No wonder it's a kitten, it knows how to go into heat so well."
Su Xingmao pointed out several sensitive points on the body that even Xie Qingyan himself had not noticed.
For Su Xingmao, a good student, everything has its own set of solutions. Making love is no different from taking an exam. To satisfy his partner, he must know where she is most sensitive, where she likes to be touched the most, what level of penetration she can't stand, and how hard the thrusts need to be for her to cry out.
Previously, Su Xingmao knew nothing, but now, he is gradually figuring things out, filling in his answers one by one on this blank test paper named Xie Qingyan's body.
The penis pressed against the softest part of the flesh inside, grinding slowly, while the waist thrust deeper, as if wanting to penetrate even further and force open the cervix.
Hearing these almost humiliating words, Xie Qingyan felt her heart pounding in her chest and about to leap out of her throat. She felt like she was going to die and go crazy.
She wanted to argue, but her tongue was still held in his hand, and she couldn't utter a complete word.
His body had long since betrayed reason. With each word he spoke, his body trembled more violently, his lower body became increasingly wet, and his labia silently twitched, trembling with excitement at the words he spoke, releasing even more abundant nectar.
She was both excited and afraid. Would Su Xingmao, who had a cold face but made flirtatious remarks, play with her to the point of exhaustion?
Will it? Probably.
Begging is useless.
She just said that.
Ignore her.
Xie Qingyan truly felt that making love was such an airtight affair; she felt like she was trapped in a cocoon, surrounded by him on all sides—his breath, his movements, his voice…
The image of him lewdly swallowing and spitting out genitals, the way his mouth sucks on his fingers, is something that lingers even when I close my eyes.
The afterimage has been etched into the retina.
His rationality was being washed away, colliding with Xie Qingyan's nearly collapsed cognition along with his penetration. His body and mind seemed to be sinking into endless sex.
Physiological tears streamed down her face. She couldn't even grit her teeth to endure it. Her mouth had already been pried open by his fingers, her jaw muscles were sore and aching, and her sensitive, moist vaginal muscles trembled incessantly under the repeated stimulation.
Her ability to speak was gone, and her ears were ringing. It was as if she had fallen into water, with a thin membrane obscuring her vision. Her hearing was impaired, and she could only faintly hear a male voice calling her "a little bitch in heat," "a slutty cat who only knows how to shed water," and "a useless slut."
Ask her if she's going to be driven crazy by sex.
Anything else was barely audible.
All that's left are hazy eyes to see: the swaying lights, the swaying shadows, the swaying people, and her swaying heart.
A sense of exhilaration welled up in my spine, rising higher and higher, like a stream converging into a mighty river, the torrents unstoppable by any dam, the rushing waters crashing over my head.
With a loud crash, the dam broke.
In my eyes, the white shadows were all jumbled up.
People with their necks intertwined, reflections in the mirror, a hazy, surreal world, bizarre and wonderful.
She seemed to live inside a pot, being rocked and shaken around.
It seems like the climax is coming.
She couldn't tell the difference.
It's unclear whether the climaxes were simply unstoppable, or whether she experienced one climax after another.
His body convulsed as if electrocuted, and he trembled uncontrollably.
With moist eyes and unfocused gaze fixed blankly on the mirror, a wave of blissful comfort washed over my entire body.
Xie Qingyan tried to close her legs, but couldn't stop the gushing of fluids from her lower body, which was like a bursting dam. Tears of extreme shame welled up from the corners of her eyes as she climaxed, blurring her entire face.
She cried again. Her nose was red, her eyes were wet and bright, and the sky was a clear, bright blue.
A person who has always liked to cry and act spoiled since childhood.
This time, it was he who made her cry.
"The kitten looks so beautiful when it cries."
A muffled laugh spread around her ear, and a tongue probed in, earnestly licking her tears: "Ah, it's all wet down there."
"Why is the kitten squirting again? You slutty kitten, do you really enjoy having your mouth and mouth played with like that?" A hint of interest surfaced in his flat voice as he carefully observed her reaction, as if he had discovered a new continent, and silently made a note of it.
Sticky silver threads clung to her chin, then uncontrollably trickled down her neck.
Xie Qingyan tried to say no, but could only utter indistinct monosyllables.
But the dripping sound of water flowing out of the hole has replaced her voice.
Yes, I love it... I love being played with like this.
The thrusting motion severed her connection with the real world; everything else was thrown to the back of her mind, and endless pleasure engulfed her.
All she could feel was a pure, overwhelming joy, like the crashing of ocean waves.
White breaths escaped from his mouth, fogging up the mirror again, and mist rose in his eyes as well.
So pitiful.
My eyes were so wet from being fucked that I couldn't focus.
He's really going to ruin us.
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