Lanjian, you have flowed so much water.
"Lanjian, you have flowed so much water."
36.
Lan Jian leaned all her weight on Chongming. Although Chongming half-coaxed and half-tricked her into believing that it was okay to just insert it, there was some truth to it. But once he was inside, he wouldn't just keep pushing against her. Instead, he would keep going in and out, penetrating deep inside, tossing her up, and then pulling her out to make her fall.
Chongming had to hold her to keep her from falling to the ground, and also lift her up and down, which was a great test of his waist strength.
It took Lan Jian quite a while to get used to this intermittent feeling of weightlessness.
It's like taking an elevator on him.
The tip of her buttocks was constantly rubbing against his abdominal muscles and the thick hair in his groin area, and it was already burning hot.
Needless to say, other places as well.
Her feet, which were pressed against the edge of the sink, were becoming increasingly strained. Her heels kept hitting the countertop below, making a soft clattering sound. It didn't hurt, but it felt hot and itchy, just like the friction against her delicate buttocks.
However, Lan Jian had no time to pay attention to these details—at this moment, Chongming's thrusts were causing her breasts to ripple, and her whole body felt like she was doing a hip bridge exercise facing the ceiling. Her waist, held by his arms, forced her to bend her legs and sink down. Her flower path automatically took the hard object filling the walls of her cavity and sent it to her core. But that black iron-like guntang was greedy and cunning. When she reached her lowest point, it deftly thrust, throwing the entire flower into the air.
The person supporting the flower path was having a great time playing with the distance between the flower's heart and the top of the hard object. Meng Lanjian saw the intoxicated smile on Chongming's face in the mirror, and, feeling shy, she gave up and her curiosity caught up with her.
Chongming has always had a habit of working out, and she was taken to the military camp for grueling training from a young age by Major General Lu. She has a strong and muscular physique. She usually looks refined and gentle, but when you take off your clothes and exert force on her body, you can see her well-defined muscles everywhere.
Needless to say, his arm was holding her entire weight, and his beautifully shaped thighs could be glimpsed when he occasionally wore suit pants. His abs and pectoral muscles were so hard that they rubbed Meng Lanjian's skin red, which was not surprising.
What's most exquisite is his hips, rising and falling in sync with his wasp waist. They're firm and perky, perhaps with only a thin layer of fat, or even none at all. When he penetrates, his gluteal muscles tighten; when he withdraws, they relax slightly. You can clearly see how every muscle in his buttocks and legs works.
"How amazing..." Meng Lanjian murmured unconsciously.
Seeing that she could still have other thoughts at this moment, Chongming, who was just feeling that he had no leverage and it was inconvenient to exert force, simply picked up Meng Lanjian and folded her between the sink and his chest muscles. He suddenly raised one leg, stepped on the sink, and leaned against Meng Lanjian's back, changing his position to continue whipping her.
"Ugh—" Meng Lanjian's legs slid into the pool, and her hands moved from Chongming's arms to the edge of the sink. "Chongming, I'm going to fall in!"
"Okay, then fall down." Chongming plunged down and penetrated her hard. He heard Meng Lanjian's uncontrollable moans, melodious and clear, which stirred his heart and filled him with even more energy. "I'll catch you."
What should we use to pick her up?
Of course it's that bad guy!
Lan Jian was squeezed from behind, her round breasts were flattened and pitifully pressed against her fair and smooth thighs. Her nipples would be squeezed to the outside of her thighs and then to the inside of her thighs due to his movements, which were sometimes heavy and sometimes light. They were erotic and sexy, as if spring had just been exposed.
After being repeatedly thrust into like this for who knows how long, Lan Jian's forearms ached, and her hands felt like they were about to cramp. Her vaginal opening surged with wave after wave of pleasure, and the spring water soaked the floor in a muddled mess.
Chongming's insteps were also sprayed with her juices, and his thighs were wet, all of which were her overflowing gifts after being aroused.
"Lanjian, you have flowed so much water."
Chongming looked at her in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was already damp with sweat and clung to her temples before it even got wet, and she was breathing heavily, with guttural sounds escaping her lips when she was being vigorously fucked. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another source.)
Compared to a fleeting dream, this scene is truly breathtaking for Chongming Island.
The couple, you curious about me, I watching you, pondering each other, their temples rubbing together.
Chongming felt the inner walls of Lanjian tighten, fearing that Meirou was about to do something naughty again.
He pulled out in time, picked her up, and placed her in the bathtub where the water had cooled to a comfortable temperature. He saw that Lan Jian was weak in the limbs and lay in the bathtub as if she were about to drown.
Her long, jet-black hair floated and scattered in the water, and her swollen, red lips, which he had stirred, produced bubbles.
Chongming didn't rush into the bathtub. Instead, he sat down leisurely and leaned over the edge of the tub to examine Meng Lanjian.
She was so overwhelmed by his ministrations that she lost all sense of direction. The water was up to her ears, and she relied on the buoyancy of the water to hang on the surface with her neck tilted back.
Like a siren.
Alluring and beautiful, even in danger, she possesses an irresistible allure.
"Lanjian," Chongming splashed a handful of water onto her high, protruding nipples, "Can you hear me?"
Meng Lanjian, who hadn't even had a chance to climax before being thrown into the bathtub, squinted and took a nap.
The unreleased fluids were swallowed by the bathtub water, but they wouldn't go away, annoying and persistent. She knew Chongming was teasing her again. He had extraordinary patience; even halfway through, he could calmly pull out, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, and leave her alone in the bathtub.
She pretended that her ears were full of water and that she couldn't hear his voice.
She ignored the splashes of water he scooped up one after another.
Let him do whatever he wants.
Let him splash her breasts if he wants, let him splash her belly button if he wants...
"ah!"
Meng Lanjian suddenly opened her eyes.
She saw a sly smile on Chongming's face, a smile that seemed to signify victory.
His hand had just brushed against her lips in the water.
It wasn't the lips above her. Rather, it was the lips beneath her body, which hadn't yet released their desire and were still gushing moisture.
"Chongming!" Lan Jian sat up from the water, her long hair dripping wet and hanging down her shoulders. She said indignantly, "Stop acting like a liar!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she splashed a large amount of water from the bathtub, aiming it at Chongming.
Chongming calmly let her splash him. After she stopped, panting, after splashing water on his face several times, Chongming wiped away the water droplets that were blocking his eyes. The water droplets slid down his hair, across his cheekbone, along his jawline, and reached the tip of his chin, teetering on the verge of falling.
Lan Jian stared at the drop of water, and for some reason, Chongming, whose gaze was dangerous, also possessed a certain sexiness.
She hugged her knees in the water and instinctively took a few steps back.
"Not very old, but quite the temper." Chongming's lips still curved in the same way, and his tone was friendly and non-aggressive. "I flicked you once and splashed water on me seven times."
Meng Lanjian started to panic.
But where could she escape to? The cunning Chongming blocked her way outside the bathtub; she would pass by him no matter where she went.
"Don't you even look at where you hit?" Since she couldn't escape anyway, Lan Jian went even further and splashed water on his face again. This water was probably mixed with the honey-like fluid that had seeped from between her legs. It was all his handiwork. If it was disgusting, it was him. Lan Jian vented her anger, "Serves you right for messing with me!"
“Yeah, I deserve it.” Chongming stood up from the floor outside the bathtub. “I see you’ve almost finished washing, let’s continue.”
He grabbed Meng Lanjian's arm like he was lifting a chick and scooped her out of the bathtub. Meng Lanjian, who had expected to be thoroughly fucked in the tub with lots of splashing water, was stunned. How come this wasn't what she imagined?
The next second, Chongming pressed her hard against the glass partition outside the bathtub, leaving her no room to move.
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