Chapter 27: AV Star Factory (11)
After lunch, Ji Ning and Song Weiyang returned to their dorm.
Thanks to the assessment system, they had the entire afternoon and evening free.
Ji Ning let down her hair and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. She leaned against the doorframe and looked at Song Weiyang, who was lounging on the sofa with his arms crossed, eyes closed—actually waiting for her.
"Come in with me, okay?" Ji Ning invited Song Weiyang to bathe together. This was her first step into taking the initiative.
Song Weiyang's ears practically perked up. He opened his eyes and grinned. "You want to wash together?"
Ji Ning nodded shyly. "Together, hurry."
Who could resist that?
Song Weiyang stood up, stripping off his clothes as he walked. Clad only in his underwear, he came to Ji Ning's side and watched her undo her dress, revealing the scenery beneath.
The hot water had already been left running, and the steamy mist drifting between them added a heavy layer of intimacy.
Ji Ning faced away from Song Weiyang, undid her bra clasp behind her back, and then slipped off her panties, now completely naked.
It was the first time she'd stripped in front of a man. Even though she'd prepared herself, Ji Ning still felt bashful.
She inwardly cheered herself on—to take first place, she had to overcome her shyness.
Ji Ning took a deep breath, turned around, and helped Song Weiyang remove his underwear.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his attentive gaze darken with desire, and her movements slowed a little.
Once his underwear was off, Ji Ning led Song Weiyang under the showerhead. After wetting their bodies, she scooped up a handful of bubbles and began rubbing his chest.
Song Weiyang's hands settled on Ji Ning's waist as he enjoyed her soft caresses.
Wherever her hands traveled, they awakened a primal urge beneath his skin. The slightly ticklish pleasure gathered in his lower abdomen, adding fuel to the fire of his already erect cock.
Ji Ning bit her lip gently. Her hand slid downward, stopping at Song Weiyang's pubic area.
His hair was thick and full of masculine power. His cock jutted out from the hair, and there was still plenty of length to it.
Ji Ning's hand was rich with foam. First, she caressed the hair lightly, massaging and combing her fingers over his lower belly, making Song Weiyang's breath grow heavier, his dick twitching and jumping.
Ji Ning pursed her lips into a smile. Her index finger pressed against the glans and stroked it.
Song Weiyang inhaled sharply, and the grip of his hands on her waist tightened.
After that, Ji Ning treated Song Weiyang's cock like a test subject, switching between various techniques—sometimes stroking small areas, sometimes gripping the shaft and stroking its full length—gauging from his reactions which method pleased him most.
When she gripped his cock and massaged around the meatus with her thumb, Song Weiyang was so intensely stimulated that his lower abdomen burned. At last he couldn't hold back. His hand pressed on Ji Ning's bottom, pulling her into his arms. He pinched her chin and kissed her.
With one hand he squeezed Ji Ning's cheek; with the other he kneaded her plump, pert butt. At the same time, he squatted slightly, thrusting his waist forward to slide his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her.
The cock, slick with bath bubbles, glided back and forth over the fleshy labia. The sensation was maddeningly good.
Ji Ning's wanton moans escaped between kisses. The more pleasure built below, the more she felt an aching emptiness inside.
It itched deep within; she wanted to be penetrated and massaged.
Song Weiyang felt her juices coating his cock, and with her pressing tightly against him, swaying her body to rub her breasts against him, he knew she was very eager to do it.
But having just endured a "torment," Song Weiyang also developed a mischievous urge to tease Ji Ning.
He lifted her out of the water, crouched down, and hoisted one of Ji Ning's legs onto his shoulder. Tilting his head up, he took her entire pussy into his mouth.
Song Weiyang pulled out every trick he had—sucking, lapping, licking, nibbling at her labia. His tongue pressed against her clit, vibrating wildly, massaging it until Ji Ning moaned without stopping and begged for mercy again and again.
But he hardened his heart and refused to let her go. Just like that, he used his tongue to press on her clit and licked her to three full orgasms. By the end, Ji Ning couldn't even stand steady and had to brace herself on the sink. Only then did Song Weiyang finally stop.
Ji Ning's voice softened. She thought he was done with her.
But that thought had barely faded when Song Weiyang moved even lower. His tongue licked a trail downward, pausing right at her entrance.
Ji Ning's eyes widened slightly. She hadn't expected Song Weiyang to actually insert his tongue inside her body.
His tongue hooked upward inside her, pressing against her walls and scraping. Though the sensation wasn't as deep as his fingers, Ji Ning was fiercely shaken. Her heart pounded wildly, her lower abdomen tightened, her breath came quick, and her cheeks burned crimson.
She looked down at Song Weiyang. Seeing his face so close to her pussy, she felt as if she were defiling a devastatingly handsome man, yet a strange sense of satisfaction also rose in her heart.
After playing for a while, Song Weiyang's mouth returned to her labia. His fingers replaced his tongue inside her pussy.
By now he understood Ji Ning's structure and preferences, knowing exactly how to thrust for her maximum pleasure. Two fingers lifted slightly, trailing along her walls until they found her G-spot. There he applied a little force, massaging it in circles.
"Ah… so good…" Ji Ning couldn't help crying out. The leg resting on Song Weiyang's shoulder clamped tight, making the sensations below even more intense.
Hearing her soft, sweet voice, Song Weiyang lost half his soul. He wanted only to make the woman he liked so comfortable she would cry, so blissed out she would beg.
He pushed himself ruthlessly, using his best oral skills and finger techniques—mouth and hand working together, unleashing the strongest stimulation on both the outside and inside. Ji Ning could barely endure it. A faint pink flushed over her skin, even spreading to her chest.
"Ah~~~~ no more… I can't~ ah~~~"
Under the extreme stimulation, pleasure filled Ji Ning's every limb and bone, then pooled again in her lower abdomen. In no time she reached the peak.
Song Weiyang was truly too amazing, Ji Ning couldn't help thinking, as he drove her so uncontrollably that tears slipped from her eyes.
She whimpered a few sobs. Her fingers gripping the porcelain basin turned white from the strain. As she climaxed, her body convulsed who knows how many times, squirting so much fluid that it even splashed onto Song Weiyang's face.
After this squirting release, Ji Ning went limp all over. Even long after, as she leaned in Song Weiyang's arms, her pussy still occasionally spasmed, stirring up chaos in her heart.
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