0070 The Half-Immortal's Play (Part 6) [H]
Shu Fu thought to herself, "Here we go again. He loves to use strange metaphors and say things that make people embarrassed."
She tried to cover his mouth, but his words reached her ears first: "Did you secretly put something else on behind my back? Otherwise, why do we smell different?"
Almost simultaneously, the large object lodged at her honeyed entrance suddenly thrust forward, forcefully embedding itself into her tender heart. Caught off guard, she let out a soft "Ah," her waist collapsing limply, revealing her two delicate breasts, like newly parted jade, rippling like snowy waves.
The boy's vision blurred, and he followed the trail of white light down, sniffing and sucking until he opened his mouth and took the slightly red nipple into his mouth.
This time, his kiss was extremely forceful; his hot, resilient tongue pressed against the tip of her nipple, tracing many irregular circles, leaving clusters of burning red marks on her snow-white skin.
A fine, persistent heat emanated from the tip of her chest, quickly spreading throughout her body, even making the area between her legs moist and warm.
However, his lower body was not as free as his lips and tongue. As his engorged penis pierced the silky wetness, a continuous tingling sensation surged up his spine.
It's too tight, so tight it makes my heart tremble.
The soft flesh inside was so tender and smooth that it seemed as if it would melt away like ripples at the slightest touch, tightly and continuously coiling around the root of desire. He slightly withdrew halfway, and that little opening quickly pressed against it, the tender flesh clinging tightly to the veins coiled around the shaft, even the bone marrow felt itchy.
"Afu, don't be nervous. It's biting too hard down there, I can't move." His voice was slightly dark as he looked at her with a hint of pleading.
Shu Fu snapped out of the overwhelming, visceral pleasure, and looking at his sweat-covered forehead and the constantly bobbing Adam's apple, she was somewhat amused by his disheveled state. "Who told you to suddenly thrust in, and so deep... ah—"
As she spoke the second half of her sentence, her tone suddenly sharpened. It turned out that the half of the blunt, long fleshy blade had once again fully penetrated the depths of her tender cunt, stretching the narrow red slit into a near-perfect circle, making even her instinctive breathing difficult.
Zhan Yaoguang stopped begging her and instead began to figure out how to make her body weak.
His burning palm pressed against her thin, white belly, gently stroking it a few times. He felt the warmth growing stronger inside her, and the delicate, warm love fluid flowing endlessly from within.
As if her flesh had a mind of its own, it no longer simply clung to him as before, but gradually developed a rhythm, kissing him intimately and passionately.
Zhan Yaoguang's breathing became hot and sluggish, and his body stiffened. After enduring the overwhelming pleasure, he suddenly had an idea. He reached down and used the base of his thumb to hold her delicate, reddened knee, intentionally exposing the thickest callus on his palm and rubbing it against the tender skin beneath.
Shu Fu felt a tingling, astringent numbness spreading through her chest, her muscles and bones slowly softening from the indescribable pleasure, and she let out a moan: "Mmm..."
Her knees were itchy from his rubbing, and she instinctively pressed them together, snapping them close to his waist. The penis inside her hot vagina trembled and immediately thrust deeper into her warm passage.
Her chin was tilted back, her jawline aching, and her long, thick black eyelashes looked as if they had been soaked in a chilly misty rain.
She was almost driven mad by the overwhelming pleasure, her inner thighs were being manipulated until they were soft, hot and wet, and she clearly felt that she had already leaked a lot of water. But when he thrust in and out, more slippery juice was drawn out and flowed down her thighs.
The girl's slender legs unconsciously bound the boy's thin and strong waist. The smooth, delicate touch of her waist made him tremble all over, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the slender waist beneath his palm.
"It feels so swollen and so sore inside, where did you put it..."
Shufu's eyes were glistening with moisture. The few sips of osmanthus wine she had drunk earlier turned into mist, scattering inside the tent. The damp fragrance lingered in her mouth, making her words sound sweet.
The boy glanced at her, his ears, which had cooled down, instantly turning red. He said in a muffled voice, "I didn't know... were you feeling unwell?"
"It's not uncomfortable..." But you have to go slower, I'm a little out of breath.
But before she could finish speaking, Zhan Yaoguang only got the first half of the sentence, and as if encouraged, her eyes became even deeper and brighter.
The erect penis, deeply buried in the vagina, tilted slightly in some direction, slowly pulled out a bit, and then suddenly slammed back into place, the layers of tender flesh being pried open, just enough to rub against the most sensitive tender core.
"ah--"
Shufu couldn't bear it any longer; her abdomen trembled and she spurted out a thin stream of fluid, which poured onto the glans of the penis inside her vagina. Then, it spread out in warm, gentle waves, creating an unusual and irresistible sensation of pleasure.
She twitched her nose slightly and took a few breaths before regaining her senses.
But Zhan Yaoguang was still tireless. He even reached behind her waist, held her slender waist in his palm, and lifted it slightly so that he could penetrate her more deeply.
Her skin was extremely fair, and when moistened with her fragrant sweat, it resembled white jade soaked in cold water.
Between her legs was a patch of rich, creamy pink, so beautiful that just one glance made one's eyes burn, and one only wanted to feed that little mouth more, to feed it deeper, to see if it could become an even more lush color.
Zhan Yaoguang's heart was racing, and he was at a loss because of her gripping. He wanted to use more force to loosen up this biting, wet, soft spot, so that he could save face and not lose his composure in front of her.
"Afu is so amazing, she always makes me beg her so much every time..." When he got excited, he would say things without thinking, just saying whatever came to mind.
"Don't talk nonsense... Don't, don't bump into me, ah..." Shu Fu's cheeks flushed red. She reached out to push him, but unexpectedly, her hair came loose from her temple. A hairpin that loosely held her black hair fell onto the couch, and her silky black hair flowed all over the pillow.
A few strands of soft, long hair drooped around her nipples, creating a fine, ticklish sensation. She tilted her head back, trying to pull them away from her chest, but to no avail.
Shu Fu groaned uncomfortably for a while before realizing that she was covered in a thin layer of sweat, so much so that her hair was stuck to her body and difficult to pull off; she could only brush it away with her hands.
The girl reached out with one of her slender, fair hands to her chest, easily brushing aside the strands of hair that were wrapped around her, but inexplicably a soft, tender breast was thrust into her empty palm.
In fact, Shu Fu always felt that Zhan Yaoguang was extremely fond of the pair of breasts on her chest.
Ever since they confessed their feelings for each other, even if they didn't do that, he would always come over and rub or kiss them, as if it were his way of expressing friendliness and affection.
She couldn't help but clench her fingers and pinch the soft thing under her palm. She immediately felt a round, heavy ball, as soft and fragrant as cream.
Shu Fu was in a daze for a moment. When she came to her senses, her vagina was wrapped in a hot, large object. Zhan Yaoguang did not move at all, staring at her with unblinking eyes.
A buzzing sound went through her mind—
What did she do? He saw it all, didn't he? What is he going to think of her? Will he think she's shameless, frivolous, and promiscuous?
Reality left her no room for wishful thinking. The boy slowly reached out a hand and took another soft mound of flesh that wasn't covered into his palm. He mimicked her self-care movements and the force he used, and gently pinched it as well. Then he turned to her and asked, "How does it feel?"
Shu Fu's vision was completely blurred at that moment. She felt that she had completely lost face in front of him and never wanted to see him again from that day forward.
She seemed to find strength from nowhere, and with a backbend, she pulled herself back, letting the genitals slide out of her body. Then she threw herself into the quilt, leaving only a sliver of her fair, slender waist facing the ceiling. Her clearly defined sphenoid bones rose in a beautiful arc, slightly spreading to the sides, extremely vivid and moving.
Her muffled voice came from beneath the soft mattress: "Zhan Yaoguang, I don't want to see you anymore..."
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I'm so hungry, I need to write three more chapters TAT
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