I want to use my mouth.
"I want to use my mouth."
41.
Lan Jian couldn't tell whether Chongming was truly drunk or faking it. She escorted him into the bathroom and stood guard at the door. After a while, hearing no water, she knocked a few times, but received no response. She opened the door and saw Chongming sitting on the toilet, lost in thought. His flushed face made him appear even more youthful and innocent.
This infuriating yet adorable Chongming!
Meng Lanjian stepped forward resignedly and said, "Extend your hand."
He opened his palm to her. "Look, there's nothing there."
Meng Lanjian unbuttoned the cuffs of the shirt under his sweater, then switched hands and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his collar. "Raise your hands."
He did as instructed, making a gesture of surrender with his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Meng Lanjian suppressed a laugh and helped him remove both of his clothes at the same time. Once his strong, naked upper body was exposed, she bent down to unbuckle his belt.
His belt buckle was a bit complicated. Meng Lanjian pressed it for a long time without hearing a crisp "click," thinking she hadn't found the right way. But he kept bothering her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing his head against her, not letting her undo it easily. Meng Lanjian bent over and fiddled with it for a while, feeling a bit dizzy. Just as she was about to get up, Chongming wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her into the air.
"Ah!" Meng Lanjian sensed something was wrong. This man was going to take advantage of her drunkenness. It was too late, and she wasn't in the mood for sex. She resisted and patted Chongming's shoulder and back. "Put me down!"
Chongming stepped out of the bathroom and tossed her onto the sofa nearby.
Meng Lanjian pushed away the man who was rubbing against her, somewhat annoyed. "I don't want to do it. Go take a shower!"
“Then we won’t do it.” Chongming said in a hoarse voice, his nose still rubbing against Meng Lanjian’s cleavage, as he reached out to take off Meng Lanjian’s jeans. “I’ll help you take off your clothes too.”
Meng Lanjian tried her best to twist her waist to avoid his groping hands, but he still managed to pull off her outer pants, leaving her only in a pair of light green cotton underwear, covering her pert buttocks and plump breasts. Chongming's hot breath sprayed on the crotch of her legs, and Meng Lanjian sat up from the sofa, bending her legs to get down.
The change in position made things easier for the man behind her. The moment she stood up, he swiftly ripped off the last layer of clothing covering her lower body. Meng Lanjian felt the fabric being torn off, and a chill ran down her lower body. She turned around and saw Chongming, his eyes like a wolf's, staring at her vulva as he knelt at her feet.
Meng Lanjian never had any feelings of inferiority or negative thoughts about her figure and appearance, but when Chongming stared at her genitals, her first reaction was—would he think I have a lot of hair?
She doesn't have the habit of removing pubic hair, nor does she think it's necessary.
But the living room lights were blazing white, and it was understandable that she felt uncomfortable having her most private parts stared at by the man she had been intimate with. Meng Lanjian instinctively tried to block Chongming's gaze, but Chongming grabbed her hand and pecked it. "Don't hide, let me see."
He reached out and gently touched the dark pubic hairs covering her lips, looking up at her as he did so. "Don't be shy, and don't worry about whether you should clean them up before next time. This is your body, and it should be as it is. I'm just an intruder."
Chongming deliberately humbled himself, not to flatter, but to make Lan Jian, who was blushing, let go of any reservations and be herself in front of him.
"Maybe it's because I feel like I have a lot of pubic hair. I discussed it with a friend who is studying medicine, and she said that as long as it's not as much as a clump of calligraphy brush, it's fine as long as I pay attention to hygiene."
Although Meng Lanjian appeared somewhat embarrassed, she was inwardly open, sincere, and even a little excited. She had tried to clean herself once before, but after shaving it clean, she truly understood what "time flies" meant. Since then, she had never completely removed hair from her genitals again. This was something that girls might not even discuss with each other, but Chongming took the initiative to tell her that it didn't matter whether she removed the hair or not; it was her own body.
This conversation allowed Meng Lanjian to see Chongming more clearly as a composed, open-minded person who also knew how to respect others.
people.
“No, that’s not true,” Chongming said, as if to reassure Lanjian. His hand remained hovering outside, not rushing in. “They feel as soft as seaweed, and they don’t block the entrance. There aren’t many of them, and they’re not prickly.”
“Now that the hair is growing naturally, it’s not prickly. I shaved it once and it grew back, and that was really prickly and uncomfortable, so I never shaved it again.” Meng Lanjian felt Chongming’s hand, which had been playing with the outer edge of her lips, gently part her lips and slip inside. The movement was light and comfortable, and she couldn’t help but moan. “Hmm, at that time I thought, I don’t care about my future partner’s sexual preferences. If I don’t want to shave, I won’t shave. If he finds it disgusting or can’t stand it, then we shouldn’t do it.”
"Do you think every man is after 'white tiger's blood'?" Chongming retorted irritably after hearing her words, "I got even harder the first time I saw it under the light..."
After he finished speaking, he coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward.
Regardless of standards or sexual fetishes, Chongming simply believes that what is primitive is the most beautiful.
The cave hidden beneath that cluster of dark bushes is a secret place where love and desire intertwine, where life is explored, possessing a fatal allure. He felt that his fingers weren't deep enough.
“Lanjian,” Chongming spread her legs and made her lie down, “I want to use my mouth.”
Lan Jian had anticipated this from the moment he started staring at her vulva. She boldly parted her labia with her fingertips, revealing her alluring, seductive vulva to him. "Are you sure you're not drunk? Don't regret it when you wake up... ahh!"
Before Lan Jian could finish speaking, Chongming's tongue licked in. She suppressed the urge to close her legs and let out a soft, whimpering scream.
Chongming haphazardly probed her inner walls with his tongue, his lips around her vulva, deliberately making ticklish sucking sounds as she gushed forth like a valve that couldn't be closed.
"Ah—" Meng Lanjian finally couldn't help but close her legs, trapping Chongming's head between them. She twisted her waist restlessly, letting out soft moans like a kitten in heat. "Chongming, uh! Hmm, slow down, I'm going to come!"
Unable to speak, Chongming could only thrust his tongue into her passage more frequently. His tongue, heated by the alcohol, was even hotter than usual, stirring her ever-flowing love fluid as he relentlessly pushed it deeper.
"Chongming, come out quickly!!!" Before she could feel her tailbone going numb and her whole body trembling uncontrollably, Lan Jian shouted at him, "I'm going to ejaculate..."
Chongming didn't dodge; he knew Lanjian was reminding him because she was afraid he'd get sprayed in the face.
Instead of fleeing, he added a finger to her vulva, pushing her to the highest point of the wave.
"Ah," Lan Jian's tender flesh between her legs unconsciously pressed against Chongming's cheek. Her legs were draped over his shoulders, her heels rubbing against his back. She felt as if she were about to die under his lips and tongue. "Chongming—"
Chongming caught the honey water she sprayed out with his mouth; it was a sweet and sour grape juice.
Chongming raised his head, his shoulders still supporting her legs. His nose, philtrum, and lips were all wet, a testament to her handiwork.
It was also his masterpiece.
He touched her flushed face, and she opened her eyes to look at him, panting. He lifted her hand that was gripping the sofa and touched his Adam's apple, then swallowed all the saliva in his mouth under her gaze.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the water that gushed from her body.
He finally spoke, but his face wore a wicked grin that was four parts drunk and six parts wicked. "Was it comfortable?"
Lan Jian squinted, her hand still resting on his Adam's apple, not moving away. She bit her lip and nodded.
Chongming, however, persisted, lowering his head and nuzzling her slender neck. "I want to hear your answer, not just a nod."
"Mmm," Lan Jian murmured seductively, "You're licking me so nicely."
Then
"Okay, after I hurt you the first time, I watched some videos and learned a bit while you were away." Chongming's voice lowered. "Unfortunately, I was still too aroused to resist when you came back last night. I got hard as soon as I saw you walking ahead of me after getting out of the car."
Lan Jian touched his ear, "You went a bit too far last night."
Last night, Meng Lanjian was so thoroughly fucked by him in the bathroom that she could fall asleep even while he was drying her hair. That shows how exhausting it was.
"Then we won't do it today." Chongming picked up Lanjian. "Let's take a bath together and then go to sleep."
Lan Jian glanced down at the spot where she hadn't unbuckled her belt. "Aren't you hard?"
"How could it not be hard?" Chongming's tone was as if he had heard a joke.
"Then what will you do?"
"There's nothing I can do, it'll soften up in a bit." Chongming pursed his lips and honestly confessed, "I think alcohol does affect hardness. I felt like I was erect for a while, but it wasn't as hard as it was yesterday when I wanted to go in through the doorway."
He described it in such detail that Meng Lanjian's ears burned. "Then should I help you... with oral sex too?"
Chongming tightened his grip on her waist instantly, almost dropping her in his excitement. He thought for a moment, "Let's skip it today, maybe next time."
Upon reaching the bathroom, Lan Jian was undressed and carried into the bathtub. She clearly saw his penis bulge out of his underwear when he took off his pants. After the underwear was removed, his erect penis swung back and forth as he moved towards her. She grabbed it and touched it, and it didn't seem as hard as it had been the night before when she had held him and pushed him inside her in front of the mirror.
When she looked up at him, a hint of pity appeared in her eyes. "Will you really soften?"
Chongming pulled the tap off. The water was a bit too hot for him, but just right for her. He raised his hand and aimed the water jet at Lanjian's high, white breasts. "Yes, just don't provoke me."
Lan Jian obediently let go of him. "So you were just trying to coax me, right?"
Chongming squeezed some shower gel into her hand, spread it in his palm, and waited for her to take it and lather it up herself. He gestured with his lips, indicating that she should lather her body herself. He couldn't keep touching her; if his manhood got even harder, things would get out of control.
"Yeah, I'm afraid you'll get angry and ignore me."
"You're afraid I'll get angry too?" Lan Jian smiled brightly. "That's rare."
"I was afraid you'd think I was slacking off, so I quickly applied what I learned a few days ago."
The old story of Chongming was brought up again. He still held a grudge against Lanjian's accusations during their first argument on Christmas afternoon, so he paid extra attention to her every move during this period—he didn't want her to think that he had neglected his feelings for her or the way he treated her.
"Senior Chongming, you truly live up to your reputation..." Lan Jian, feeling pleasantly pleased, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Your learning ability is really strong."
Chongming put down the tap and kissed her back. He didn't rinse his mouth, but the taste of the juice was long gone. He withdrew, saying, "Stop fooling around. We have to get up early tomorrow."
The year-end banquet was held in the hotel's banquet hall. Chongming and Lanjian were assigned by Xue Xiang to negotiate with the hotel staff and supervise the arrangements and program flow.
Upon hearing that she had to get up early, Lan Jian slumped into a daze, letting Chongming wash away the soap and clean her private parts. Finally, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her into the bedroom. The two sank into the soft double bed. After helping her change into her pajamas, Chongming expertly helped her put on her underwear. The main light went out, and Chongming felt Lan Jian turn towards him, wrap her arms around his waist, and whisper, "Goodnight."
"good evening."
My puppy.
@Author: We're all girls (right?), so I've written about some private matters. Whether or not to remove body hair is a personal choice and has nothing to do with hygiene habits. I personally think it's harmless for men and women to discuss this. If you have different opinions, you can skip this.
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