095｜(Ninety-four) Is Yan Yan going to step on me and break me? (Weiwei h)
Xie Qingyan kissed him earnestly. She used her tongue to sneak between his lips and teeth, holding his tongue in her mouth like eating jelly or ice cream, tasting it with the tip of her tongue, sucking it in small sips, wanting to melt him, melt his heart along with him.
Not content with just a brief encounter, he quickly took the initiative, grabbing the girl's nape with his hand.
The boy was too young and not calm enough. He leaned in, his tongue swirling in her mouth, biting the slippery little fish in her mouth. He sucked harder, making a smacking sound, kissing her until she was dizzy and her tongue went numb.
Kissing makes the surrounding air humid and warm.
Lips and tongue intertwine and lick, like vines growing from two wetlands, spreading towards each other, wanting to take root in each other's land, grow eagerly, and become a part of her.
Xie Qingyan, unwilling to lose the initiative, bit down hard with her teeth, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth: "Didn't you want me to kiss you?"
Su Xingmao tightened his grip on the back of her neck, then loosened it. Composing himself, he casually licked his lips with his tongue, his reason returning: "I'm sorry."
He had a cold and indifferent expression. He licked his blood-stained lips with the tip of his tongue, spreading the crimson color like lipstick. His lips were covered with a deep red blood, glistening with moisture. His originally indifferent appearance was given an extra touch of bewitching charm.
Xie Qingyan stared blankly for a second.
After realizing what was happening, she raised her hand to hit him. She wanted to slap his face, but then she saw how handsome he looked and hesitated, afraid of hurting him. So, she angrily slapped him hard across the chest instead.
How dare he use his beauty to seduce her!
Xie Qingyan grabbed the boy's half-hanging shirt collar with one hand and commanded in a spoiled manner, "Take off your pants."
"Help me take it off, okay?" Su Xingmao said, then leaned back in the chair, his eyes gentle and his posture relaxed.
She refused: "Take it off yourself."
"Don't you want to open it yourself, Yan Yan?" The boy slowly took her hand, looking like a gentle and harmless gift eagerly awaiting its opening.
Lure her in.
Her slender fingertips landed on his abdomen, but did not reach their destination directly.
He waited quietly for her soft hand to move toward the belt.
Xie Qingyan had no paintbrush in his hand, so he used his hand instead, convincing himself to measure the contours of the muscles.
The firm, warm touch in his palm... Xie Qingyan was once again blinded by this seemingly weak appearance and his large, beautiful abs.
"What do you want? Help me take it off?" he asked in a low, seductive tone.
Xie Qingyan swallowed hard, following Su Xingmao's persuasive tone, and made his move. He unbuckled his belt, carefully picked her up, and her wide black trousers slipped to the ground, leaving her in only a pair of dark gray boxer briefs, covering her bulging, full breasts.
The shadows are lush and the shapes are clearly defined.
Xie Qingyan broke free from his embrace and stared at the bulge in the fabric: "Who gave you permission to get hard?"
Su Xingmao didn't speak; he would only be forceful towards her.
Xie Qingyan stood by the chair, raised one leg high, and stepped directly on the thing that was sticking out of her underwear.
Su Xingmao gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, grunted, and frowned slightly: "Ah... is Yan Yan going to step on me and break me?"
Her toes were wrapped in thin fleece socks, and the boy's genitals were not exposed. The two thin layers of fabric could not insulate against body heat, and her feet were very hot, as if she were stepping on a thick, solid fire stick.
"Who told you not to talk?" Xie Qingyan smiled sweetly yet mischievously, like a naughty child who loved to play pranks. "Weren't you even harder? I thought—"
"You like it very much."
As she said, the rod-like object she was holding with her toes swelled up even more, forcing her big toe and second toe to pull them apart even further in order to barely grip the outline of the stem. This also increased the force with which she pressed down with her foot, suppressing the fiercely rising thing.
The boy's breathing was slow and deep, the tip of his bell was damp with dew, and the dark gray fabric was soaked with a ring of even deeper color.
Su Xingmao answered affirmatively, "Yes, I really like being stepped on by kittens."
As the way he addressed her changed, her gentle demeanor also turned icy, like a slow stream condensing into a thin chill. She raised her eyebrows, suppressed her desire, and smiled calmly: "If the kitten wants to play, take off its socks and have some fun."
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