0040 House Finches (4)
The sun has set, its last rays fading on the horizon. Yet, outside the enormous French windows, everything remains brightly lit. Replacing natural light are the products of industrial society: the twinkling lights like stars in a steel forest.
This is a cold world, and humans need to huddle together for warmth in order to retain what little warmth they have left.
By the French windows, a girl lay on top of a man, struggling to swallow. The dim light reflected in, making her toes appear as translucent as rouge on jade.
Wanqi Fuze's lust was aroused even more by her clumsy behavior, and her teeth kept scraping against the shaft during her movements.
He deliberately made an "Ah" sound, and she looked up at him. He said innocently and pitifully, "It hurts a little."
I've never seen anyone so despicable as to torment someone.
Lingling slowed down her movements as if blaming herself, but she became even more disorganized.
The tender flesh inside his mouth clung tightly to the thick, hard penis as it slowly moved in and out, a torment that was endless for him.
He gently lifted her up and made her sit face-down on his lap.
She gasped softly as the penis slid between her thighs.
She had already released so much nectar that he was able to insert himself easily.
Desire slowly entered through that tiny crack, and Lingling looked at him and let out a soft cry.
He held her waist, giving her leverage so that she could move up and down on his body.
When she was drunk, she was much more cooperative and much more difficult than usual.
Her repeated calls of "Brother Yi Xu" nearly brought him to climax several times. When he could no longer restrain himself, he lifted her off the bed, pressed her against the window, and penetrated her deeply from behind.
Because it was on the top floor, even looking down, I couldn't see many people, but I still felt ashamed.
Many lights in the houses across the street are already on. Perhaps in the windows directly opposite, there are obedient children doing their homework and hardworking mothers preparing lunch.
And he made her face all of this, and in a huge, completely exposed place, he fucked her hard.
The warm scenes he had imagined suddenly seemed to pierce him. He looked at the building across the street and softly asked her, "Do you like it?"
She could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"No...not here..."
He didn't care about any of that; he just felt her lower body tightening around him even more.
The tender breasts, pressed against the glass plate, were squeezed into an almost abusive shape, making his blood boil.
"You're bad..." she cried, unable to turn around.
He bit her delicate ear and asked, "Who's bad?"
The penis rubbed against her most sensitive spot again and again, and her buttocks began to tremble.
“Wan Fuze…” she answered, crying.
He was stunned for a moment, but then he thrust hard against her, each time hitting that incredibly sensitive spot. It was as if she was about to slip away, and he wanted to hold her tighter.
"Ah...ah..." She cried out seductively with his movements, the intense passion behind her was too much for her to bear!
The repeated impacts made her tremble like a broken doll. Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared in her mind, and a strong, warm gush of fluid gushed out from below. She collapsed into his arms.
She was too weak to move, so she let him carry her to the bathroom to clean her up.
In a daze, I heard him speak again: "How bad..."
Unwilling to expose those unsightly scars to the wonderful Chen Yixu, she subconsciously kept the person in front of her deeply hidden in her heart.
Yet, she was still struck by an unbearable grievance that caused her sharp pain. What she couldn't tell her brother Ayan, what she couldn't tell him, she could only vent to Chen Yixu.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried out in pain.
"They said I was the sparrow he kept by his side..."
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only him in silence and her sobbing.
The pain, dense and numerous throughout my limbs and bones, all converged in my heart.
He suddenly realized that when she uttered those sharp, piercing words in such a soft, tearful voice, he could bear to see her tears not shed for him, but he could not bear to see her suffer any harm because of him.
Only when these self-indulgent words came from her mouth did he realize that the treasure he thought he had carefully protected for ten years had secretly broken apart.
Without realizing it, he hurt his Lingling so much.
At this moment, her sobs were like the unbearable fires of hell, scorching him to the core.
How could he possibly argue with such a powerless fact? He quickly dried her off and wrapped her petite figure in a bath towel.
Only after he had put her on the bed and settled her down could he hurriedly flee.
Not daring to face her tearful face for even a moment longer, he awkwardly went into the bathroom.
The lingering mist still lingered, but that last bit of warmth had vanished completely.
He suddenly felt his stomach churning and he retched while holding the toilet.
I once told you I wanted to marry you, but you didn't agree.
The salty smell of the sea breeze seemed to come back to him that year, and he felt a churning pain in his abdomen, his face pale.
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