There's more water now, feel it if you don't believe me.
"There's more water now, feel it if you don't believe me."
58.
"Hmm!"
Meng Lanjian's head was pinned down, preventing her from escaping. Her hand, which was supporting the base of his penis, began to frantically claw at his heavy scrotum in protest. Chongming was pinched by her, and the stimulation sent a chill down his spine, almost causing him to ejaculate prematurely.
His expression turned slightly annoyed. He grasped Meng Lanjian's slender wrist and led her hand inside her collar.
Meng Lanjian shook her head in some resistance. The next second, the thick, long object was thrust into her throat. Her nasal cavity was sore and painful from the excessive pressure on her throat.
It's easy to imagine how deeply she had taken Chongming to heart.
Meng Lanjian choked and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
Her eyes and nose were flushed with a peachy pink hue, and her lips were a deep, blood-red color.
Chongming lowered his eyes, tenderly grinding his tongue against her wet, slippery tongue, withdrawing it inch by inch. He held her hand, their fingers intertwined, and cupped her soft, bouncy breasts beneath her bra, kneading them rhythmically.
Meng Lanjian's five fingers were held back by him, and the shame of touching her own breasts was overwhelmed by the rapidly rising pleasure. Her tongue curled slightly and hooked onto his bulging penis. She made a soft moaning sound, and the air flowed into the cavity in her throat, spraying onto the head of his penis that was overflowing with pre-ejaculate.
Too cunning.
Chongming never expected that Meng Lanjian's understanding and skill in the art of lovemaking would be so exceptional.
She looked up at him with alluring eyes, slowly and deliberately stealing his heart and soul—
The little dog, whose eyes were just moments ago wet with tears, instantly transformed into a wisp of red cloud on the distant horizon. She lightly hooked onto him, yet he couldn't grasp her.
Chongming thrust his hips, one hand still using hers to ravage her tender breasts, the other hand holding her head up and down. Her nipples dangled in her palm, occasionally rubbing against the back of his hand. Before he could ejaculate, he released his hand and grabbed her chin.
"Spit it out, Lanjian." Chongming's gluteal muscles twitched, and he began to retreat.
The artery near the radius was suddenly enveloped in a gentle touch. Chongming, momentarily distracted, had his hand removed by Lanjian, his palm facing upwards, not far from her chin. Chongming seemed to realize what she was about to do, but in the crucial moment, he couldn't shake off her ten fingers gripping his wrist.
"No—" Chongming unconsciously closed his eyes, his penis was swallowed by Lanjian again, her wet and hot mouth tightly enveloping him, he couldn't help it, "Ugh!"
His gluteal muscles tightened, pushing his penis into the darkness, and his semen gushed out like bursting milk from Lanjiankou.
Oral sex.
Chongming opened his eyes in disbelief. He saw Meng Lanjian still pitifully swallowing his trembling penis with her mouth wide open, while her other hand unconsciously kneaded her breasts, which were peeking out from the seams of her shirt.
Chongming felt his blood rush to his head, suppressing all his violent and clamoring lust, and forced himself to completely withdraw from her mouth.
"Smack!"
The still-erect penis patted Lan Jian's cheek.
But nobody cared at that moment.
Lan Jian lay weakly on Chongming's lap, holding his hand in hers. She coughed and spat the white fluid in her mouth into his palm. After spitting it all out, she looked up and stuck her tongue out at Chongming, "Any more?"
The moment their eyes met, Chongming's heart pounded like a drum, racing wildly.
Her pink tongue was stained with his semen, leaving a faint, savory taste. Before he could reply, she withdrew her tongue, and before it was completely back in her mouth, she licked the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue between her teeth. She smiled slightly and said, "It's bitter."
As she spoke, she sat up, unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. Her panties were light purple, but her bra was dark green. Her two full, rounded breasts were like glistening white jade peaks peeking out from layered mountains. The alluring red at the summit was like plump, upright fruit on a branch.
The shoulder strap slipped off Lan Jian's smooth shoulder. Chongming stared at her without moving, every smile and frown of hers becoming a secret signal of lingering love and desire. He forgot that the fluid she spat out to him was his semen, forgot that his palm was filled with semen.
He reached out and covered her soft, snow-white breasts.
Along with the semen he ejaculated into her mouth, and the saliva that had moistened his penis.
"Ah, Chongming..." Lan Jian was taken aback by his lustful actions. "You, um..."
He squeezed her breasts hard, wetting them with a thick liquid mixed with his own. He smeared the liquid forcefully on her nipples, from left to right, from top to bottom. Even the tips...
Her nipples were covered with a cloudy white liquid, which was cool and stimulated Lan Jian's sensitive nerve endings.
"Should I come in?" Chongming moved closer to her, his hands moving without pausing. "You've been touching me up there for so long, you must be soaking wet down there, right?"
Meng Lanjian bit her lip. "Do you feel pleased by me?"
Chongming didn't answer. He reached out and pinched her waist, pulling her onto his body. Her smooth breasts brushed against his chest, leaving dark water stains on his loungewear. He slowly lay down, pried open her small mouth, and before his fingers even entered, her nectar dripped down.
“Ah,” Chongming opened his mouth to catch the falling spring water, his tongue sticking out to the entrance of her flower bush, swallowing the overflowing juice, “The flood has occurred, Lanjian.”
Lan Jian knelt on him with her legs apart, her hands supporting her on the mattress, watching the sweat on her body and the white fluid from her breasts drip onto the sheets—like her nectar falling into his mouth.
Chongming's tongue began to swirl violently as he endured his painfully hard erection, bringing her to orgasm.
"Ah, ahh!" Lan Jian's waist slumped lower and lower, her elbows bent, her upper body lying face down on the bed, and she began to scream softly, "Chongming, Chongming!"
Chongming's nose and chin were wet by her gushing fluids, her juices dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his fingers gently touched her trembling vulva.
"Chongming, I want you, come in..." The emptiness that hadn't been filled after the climax surged into Meng Lanjian's heart. She lay on the bed with her head on her arm, completely unaware of what she was babbling. "From behind, without a condom, inside, okay?"
Chongming, who was getting up to find a condom, paused. He turned Meng Lanjian's face, which was already flushed with passion, and asked her, "What week is it today?"
"Tomato Week?"
"Nonsense." Chongming slapped her firm, plump buttocks. "Do you want me to wait for 'Blood Washing the Silver Spear'?"
"I don't care!" Meng Lanjian shook her bottom and urged him, "If Sausage Zhou is going to wait for me to take my medicine, then forget about Cheese Zhou!"
Chongming ignored her and got out of bed to put on a condom. Meng Lanjian turned around, grabbed him three inches below his navel, and tried to shove him between her legs. He was scratched by her fingernails, gasped, and slapped her buttock hard. "Smack!"
The crisp sound echoed in the large bedroom.
"Ugh..." Meng Lanjian released his hard object, buried her head in her arms, and sobbed softly, "Waaah..."
Chongming thought he had hit her too hard and made her cry, so he quickly hugged her and gently comforted her, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I hit you too hard and hurt you."
"That feels so good."
Chongming paused for a moment, then managed to utter a strained, guttural sound: "Hmm?"
“There’s even more water now, feel it if you don’t believe me.” Lan Jian mumbled, then started crying again, “I’m so lewd, I never knew I…”
Her words grew softer and softer. To comfort her, Chongming quickly got out of bed to put on a condom, ignoring her mutterings. After he finished putting on the condom, she remained prone, her juices flowing down her inner thighs, leaving a wet patch on the gray sheets.
He found the right spot and quickly thrust in, his tense nerves finally relaxing. He let out a long breath, swaying Lan Jian's hips, and thrusting in and out from behind.
After a period of vigorous thrusting, Chongming realized that Meng Lanjian hadn't said a word. He leaned down and looked at her; she was pouting and clutching the pillow, still with teary eyes.
In an instant, Chongming's heart softened completely, a stark contrast to his erect penis, which was as hard as an iron rod.
"What's wrong?" He brushed a stray hair from her temple, leaned down, and pecked her ear. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lan Jian shook his head and remained silent.
"Is she throwing a tantrum at me?" Chongming remembered what she had said before, that he shouldn't easily mention things that made her angry, but changing the word didn't seem quite right either. He quickly tried to smooth things over, "Or do you think it's too vulgar of me to ask you to please me?"
Obscene.
Upon hearing this word, Chongming felt her throbbing penis being squeezed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to cry again.
"I'm the one who's vulgar!" Lan Jian covered her face, looking extremely flustered. "I've said everything!"
So that's what she was crying about.
Chongming chuckled softly, "What's there to cry about? Lanjian, Lanjian!"
He wasn't very good at comforting people, so he affectionately called her name again and again, wiping her tears with his hand. She flinched away, and mumbled, "This is the one from before."
"
At this point, they started to complain.
Chongming switched hands; her face was small, and when he wiped, the tears all ended up on his fingertips.
“Liking to be penetrated from behind, cum inside, and spanked isn’t anything vulgar.” Chongming said, lifting her slender waist from the bed. Her waist swayed, twisting him to make him thrust even more violently. “I also crave your body. I like to be penetrated from behind, cum inside you, and…”
He hesitated, his hand gestures frozen in mid-air.
"Smack!"
The slap finally landed.
It struck Lan Jian's buttocks, and it struck the tip of her trembling heart.
"Smack!"
Another one.
The passage suddenly tightened, and spring water rushed out in a rush. Chongming was somewhat surprised by Lanjian's sensitivity at this moment, and couldn't help but gently pat the other side of her buttocks.
"I love how you bite me so hard after I spank you." Before he could finish speaking, he was bitten again. Chongming sighed, "You bit me so hard I almost came."
"Chongming!" Lan Jian crawled forward a few steps, her flower-like opening biting Chongming's penis, dragging him forward a few steps as well. "Hmm, it doesn't hurt, it's okay if it's a little harder."
Chongming tugged at the corner of his lips again, the gloom that had been lurking between his brows all day vanishing. "So you like rough things, Meng Lanjian."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped her on the buttocks again.
Seeing that the flesh on that buttock was slightly red, he switched sides and rubbed and patted it. He heard Meng Lanjian crying again, "Could I really be a masochist?"
Chongming stopped wiping away her tears and began thrusting into her from behind like a storm. Meng Lanjian quickly climaxed again, and Chongming blocked the entrance, filling her completely.
Once she stopped trembling, he turned her over and pressed her down to continue.
"Lanjian".
"Mmm." She covered her eyes with her arm, refusing to look at him.
Chongming removed her hand and noticed that her eyelids were swollen from crying. "Everyone's sexual fetish deserves respect."
"I know, but I'm only realizing it now, and it's hard to accept right now."
"What's so hard to accept? Do you think this makes you a masochist?"
Lan Jian did not respond.
"Then I'll buy you props to play with, do you want some?"
"No." Lan Jian raised her hand and hooked it around Chongming's neck in a bit of fear. "I only like you, I don't want anyone else."
Chongming knew she wanted to kiss him as she pressed him down. Their lips intertwined, and when they parted, there was still a strand of saliva on their lips. "Then there's nothing that's hard to accept."
"Um?"
"You only like me, and I only like you. That's our fetish."
After the final blow, Chongming ejaculated through the hymen.
He pressed down on Lan Jian, breathing heavily. Lan Jian stroked his short, black hair, her tears already dried.
“Chongming,” she called softly, “have you been pleased enough?”
Chongming was taken aback.
"Get up if that's enough."
Lan Jian nudged his slightly prickly head, sending a chill down Chongming's spine.
"So all you did and said was just to," Chongming asked through gritted teeth, as he pulled himself up from her, "to please me?"
Meng Lanjian blinked her captivating peach blossom eyes, her aching legs slowly flexing. His semen-soaked condom slipped off as she retreated, and her eyes held a playful glint.
Undeterred, she opened her mouth and challenged him, "What else?"
She stopped looking at him and got up to get out of bed.
The next second, Meng Lanjian was flipped over by Chongming and thrust into him violently. She heard Chongming roaring, venting his anger that he could no longer suppress—
What are you pretending to be, a saintly figure on a high mountain?
The moment Meng Lanjian was penetrated by Chongming without a condom, a wave of pleasure, satisfying all her sexual fantasies, washed over her. She feigned surprise and let out soft, squealing cries, but inwardly she was laughing.
—Chongming, Chongming, I've already told you, in my past life I was a Mongolian princess, and in this life I'm a reincarnated demoness. If you won't let me have my way, I'll find another way and force myself to do it!
@Lanjian: In order to prove to myself that I am not a masochist, I played some tricks and teased my senior brother.
@Chongming, who was completely outmaneuvered: ...
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