0095 You go to sleep
When Song Yue got home, she felt completely exhausted and just wanted to lie in bed and rest. The others, unaware of the situation, assumed she was just tired from playing.
Under the watchful eyes of her brothers, Song Yue returned to her room, washed up properly, and then fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, her door opened quietly.
A figure paused at the doorway, then walked in resolutely.
Quietly approaching the bedside, I saw the little girl sleeping soundly in the room. The room was heated, and she was wearing a light white nightgown, sleeping on her side with the blanket in her arms. One slender leg was pressed on the blanket, and the hem of her skirt was raised and lingered on her buttocks, the vague scenery tempting me to explore.
The dim bedside lamp cast a warm glow on her, making her fair and smooth skin glow with a gentle, warm light, beautiful and delicate.
Her long, smooth hair fell naturally down her back, with a few restless strands clinging to her face.
His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes casting a shadow, and his soft breathing was accompanied by the slight rise and fall of his chest.
The man reached out and touched her soft, white breasts, the snow-white skin in his palm allowing him to knead and shape them in various ways.
Song Yuexing's eyes were still half-closed, and she frowned and squinted. She saw a figure sitting on the headboard and was so frightened that she immediately leaned back, but her breasts were tightly gripped and she couldn't escape.
"Yueyue..."
The familiar voice rang out, and she snapped back to reality, her heart pounding, her voice weak and hoarse: "Second Brother...?"
"Hmm." Su Huarong turned on the light, his gaze falling heavily on her.
The movement was a bit too forceful, causing the neckline to slip down and reveal one rounded shoulder, which shone alluringly in the soft light. The girl's eyes, startled by the sudden brightness of the light, became slightly watery.
He could no longer hold back, got into bed, and pulled the little girl into his arms.
"Sweetie, you go to sleep."
Song Yue looked at Su Huarong in confusion. She had just been frightened and was now suddenly wide awake. She leaned against him and looked at him curiously: "Second brother, why did you come here?"
"I'm with you, aren't you happy?"
Su Huarong turned off the light next to her, and the room returned to its dim state, with only a faint bedside lamp still shining dimly.
Song Yue hesitated, unsure of what to say, but felt that Su Huarong was acting strangely: "No, I'm happy that my second brother sleeps with me."
"Okay, let's go to sleep then."
Su Huarong suppressed his desire; he didn't want to frighten her.
Song Yue closed her eyes and nestled obediently in his arms, her breath filled with his scent, which carried a cool fragrance.
Just as she was getting sleepy again, a kiss suddenly came close to her ear, and a soft voice asked, "Yueyue...did your older brother make you feel good earlier?"
Song Yue: "?"
The next moment, before she could react, Su Huarong rolled over, pulled up the blanket, and pressed her body down on top of her.
From her forehead to the tip of her nose, and finally down to her pink lips, his warm palms slid over her shoulders, holding the rounded shoulders he had long imagined in his hands.
"Um... Second Brother..." Song Yue's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of confusion.
He kissed her body inch by inch, his fingers moving to untie her nightgown, and then quickly undressed himself.
The two people were facing each other, completely naked, under the covers.
Song Yue gasped as Su Huarong's burning hot body pressed against her, especially the monstrous hardness beneath him that instantly blocked her delicate flower.
He repeatedly savored her delicate lips, swallowing all her soft moans and groans, while his hands continuously kneaded her soft, juicy breasts, causing the nipples to tremble and harden instantly.
Shedding his usual aloofness, his hot breath washed over her body, and the humid air rose up, making Song Yue's head begin to spin.
A young girl experiencing her first sexual experience is still delicate and inexperienced, sensitive and potentially fatal.
The crown at the top arrogantly blocked the entrance to her flower bud, pressed tightly together, constantly rubbing against it, waiting for her flower nectar to moisten it.
The girl was tightly bound beneath him, and the itching inside her body was gradually aroused, causing her vagina to become wet.
The flower stamen trembled and released a wave of love juice, and the penis pressed against it was the first to feel the cool, slippery sensation.
"Yueyue... Second brother, let me make you feel good too, okay?..." Su Huarong cupped her small face, her delicate face full of suppressed, helpless grievances. He felt sorry for her, and his lower body was throbbing with pain.
His hands slowly pulled apart her long, slender legs, and the moment she looked at him with her bright, watery eyes, he straightened his back.
Both of them groaned at the same time. Song Yue tensed up in pain and began to sob softly in reluctance.
Su Huarong was also uncomfortable; it was too tight. The moment the glans entered, the inner walls compressed tightly. He took a deep breath, pressed his large hand against her buttocks, and gently kissed her. He then inserted himself inch by inch with the lubrication of her love juice.
"Yueyue... relax... it's too tight..." It's not the first time, why is it still so tight!
Song Yue's eyes were glazed over, her gaze shimmering, and she moaned softly. With each inch of his invasion, she felt a fear of being devoured, and could only gasp for breath to relieve the pain of being torn apart.
Once the girl finally relaxed a little, Su Huarong pulled up her legs and began thrusting into her with wide, sweeping movements.
"Ah... Second Brother... be gentle..." Song Yue moaned and panted. She had just gotten used to the penis inside her when it began to thrust incessantly. She couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all. Her clitoris was sore and itchy from the impact. The sudden sensation was terrifying.
Su Huarong couldn't wait. Ever since he saw the marks on her body that day, he had wanted to do this: fuck her, do her, make her cry under him, and make him ejaculate.
On the dimly lit bed, his large hands roamed freely, precisely finding every sensitive spot on her body, stirring up her slivers of desire, which finally coalesced into a raging fire beneath her vulva.
Song Yue couldn't stop crying. She felt terrible, unable to tell whether it was comfort or pain. The suffocating pleasure that kept building up terrified her, but she couldn't break free from it at all.
She tried to twist her hips to break free from his control, but she didn't realize that this force only tightened the inner walls of her vagina, tightly wrapping around the constantly moving penis, further intensifying his lust and making it difficult for him to extricate himself.
He lifted her buttocks, pressed down on her hips, and thrust his erect penis in and out repeatedly.
Each time, the crown must be inserted to the deepest part of the flower's heart, reaching that tender and wanton soft flesh, feeling the spasms and contractions of the flower's sac before stopping.
"Second brother... Waaah... No more..." Her delicate, breathy voice was broken into pieces by the impact, as she tried to beg him to be gentler.
But what responded to her was a penis that suddenly grew even larger inside her. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked down, but could only vaguely see a figure swaying on her body.
All words were discarded; only terrifying passion continued to assault her.
He thrust rapidly inside her, penetrating her again and again.
The girl's body began to tremble, her breasts swaying with the movement. The next moment, Su Huarong pressed her against his chest, and he leaned down to smell her scent.
His burning tongue nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark, then moved down to her breasts, swallowing one bite and spitting it out, licking the firm nipples between his teeth.
The little girl cried and shook her head, but her two heads unconsciously embraced his body. Endless pleasure surged over her like waves, pushing her layer upon layer.
"Yueyue... are you comfortable?" Su Huarong murmured in a hoarse voice as she held her.
The penis beneath her was tightly gripped by her, its hard glans roughly forcing its way into every crevice and grinding against her. A delicate, tingling sensation rose from her vulva and surged through her limbs, making her feel weak all over.
With repeated thrusting and friction, the already tight flower path was completely opened, yet it still tightly sucked on the penis, its seductive softness spontaneously wrapping around him with each thrust.
In the deepest part of their union, the flower bud was being teased until it became even softer. The glans penis throbbed and moved, pulling out layers of honeyed flesh and pushing them back in, constantly thrusting against her protruding soft flesh.
"Yueyue... Yueyue..."
The intense heat relentlessly ground against the inner walls, and the glans, scraping away the vaginal fluid, withdrew from the passage, the inner walls of the vagina tightly gripping it, as if trying to hold him back.
A wave of soreness washed over her lower back and abdomen, and that familiar feeling began to rise and accumulate within her body, filling Song Yue with a mixture of fear and unconscious anticipation.
The heat of their union was intense, and he was drenched in sweat as he worked tirelessly. Lost in lust, the man had no time to cherish the girl in his arms. He tried his best to maintain the last bit of consciousness, restraining himself from hurting her, and spread her thighs almost in a straight line, her vulva tightly pressed against his lower body.
Her tender flesh spasmed rapidly, and her vaginal fluids seemed to overflow, gushing out in streams. The extreme pleasure made her body, which he had been holding captive, tremble, and the girl's originally hoarse and weak moans changed tone.
"Second brother...second brother...I...no, no more..."
Su Huarong pressed her down tightly, his eyes bloodshot. He thought about how she had been so weak and vulnerable when her older brother had manipulated her before, which made him want to fuck her to death even more. A sense of resentment welled up in his chest, and he increased the force with which he fucked her.
Her body, already at its limit, tensed up instantly. The girl instinctively flailed her body, trying to escape and break free. Her vagina began to contract in waves, the tight and sensitive passage sucking and squeezing, constantly contracting and twisting.
The tighter the inner walls, the harder he thrust in and out. Even when she was about to climax, he didn't let up at all, growling as he thrust and pounded into her slippery, wet, and tender vulva, desperately trying to fuck her deeper and deeper.
Fuck her! Make sure she can never seduce men like that again!
Song Yue screamed and cried out, the climax coming over her head in an instant, sweeping over all her senses.
He continued to thrust in and out, prolonging her ultimate pleasure.
The sound stopped abruptly. She trembled and collapsed, breathing heavily, her mind blank.
Feeling the smooth, soft flesh in his arms, Su Huarong ultimately cherished her. After hundreds of thrusts, he made a deep thrust, enjoying the spontaneous tightness of the inner walls, and as a tingling, stimulating sensation swept along her tailbone, he quickly pulled out of her passage.
With a loud "pop," a stream of hot liquid sprayed onto her lower abdomen.
"Hmm..."
The girl let out a soft, delicate hum as her sensitive skin was burned.
After a few breaths, he turned on the light.
The intense lovemaking left Song Yue exhausted. She weakly waved her hand to slap Su Huarong, but before she could even touch her, she went limp.
Su Huarong tenderly took her little hand and said, "Sweetie, go to sleep."
Song Yue twisted her body. If she weren't too weak, she would definitely have hit her second brother.
The little girl's forehead was damp with sweat, her face flushed, and her eyes were alluring and captivating, clearly showing the look of someone who had been deeply loved.
With just one glance, his lower body became arrogant again.
The girl shifted uncomfortably, and a warm flow gushed from her flower, making the bed even wetter.
Su Huarong quickly got up, tidied up the muddy bed beneath her, and then went to bed to hold the little girl and let her sleep peacefully.
P.S.: Alright, next time it'll be Fifth Brother!
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