Chapter 72: Lun Sang High School (24)
Ji Ning's breast was being licked by Xing Ye, her pussy by Song Weiyang, and her foot by Jiang Ting—three kinds of stimulation piercing through her body, driving her to such bliss that her every sense bordered on chaos.
"Ah~~~ no more… can't take it… don't lick there…" she babbled incoherently, utterly unable to stop the onslaught of their lips and tongues. The more she cried out, the more excited they became.
The numbing ache in her lower abdomen reached a new height, and Ji Ning, in panicked ecstasy, wrapped her arms around Xing Ye's neck and buried her face against his shoulder as she climaxed.
Her whole body quaked uncontrollably, her waist rippling like waves, love juices and arousal fluid spraying out together. Her sex bloomed like a flower, revealing the pink tender flesh inside.
Behind her, Song Weiyang and Jiang Ting saw this and instantly went dry-mouthed, their Adam's apples rolling in a lewd, slow swallow.
Ji Ning leaned against Xing Ye, her hand sliding weakly down to his lower abdomen. She hooked her fingers around his waistband, licked her lips, and said, "Take it off. I want to lick you too. Let me taste your cock…"
Xing Ye had never seen Ji Ning lick him before.
He knew that during the Werewolf Game, she had drawn the Witch card and saved him by taking him into her mouth. He'd been unconscious then; when he found out afterward, he was both stirred and regretful.
Now Ji Ning was clinging to him, acting spoiled, making Xing Ye's cock twitch along with the mood.
He stroked her head and unfastened his pants.
Ji Ning couldn't wait and helped him peel off his underwear, making Xing Ye's chest shake with a chuckle. His girl had grown—now she could act coy, take the lead. Who knew how many men would be hopelessly spellbound by her in the future?
Xing Ye was deeply grateful that he had been her first man in the game.
Ji Ning finally got to taste the cock she'd been longing for.
That thick length stood right in front of her face, fierce yet somehow tender in a way that astonished her.
She cupped the base with both hands, ran the flat of her tongue all the way from the root to the tip, swirled the tip around the slit in a lingering circle, then slowly took it into her mouth like she was sucking a popsicle, letting her soft lips massage the whole shaft.
"Mm… so good…" Xing Ye sighed with pleasure, his hand cradling the back of her head and stroking it.
Ji Ning sucked with loud, satisfied sounds, completely content. For some reason, the more she licked, the sweeter it got; she even had the fleeting illusion of tasting strawberry.
Greedily she held the cock in her mouth, working his slit to swallow every drop of Xing Ye's pre-cum, then kept pressing her tongue against the soft little opening, asking him for his milk.
Xing Ye closed his eyes and tightened his waist. His sexy, breathy groans made it clear he was in heaven-like comfort.
The two men behind them grew so jealous their eyes went red, their cocks aching inside their underwear.
Jiang Ting reacted fastest, quickly stripping himself bare. He caressed Ji Ning's little upturned bottom, presented so beautifully as she worked the cock.
The feel was utterly exquisite—smooth and firm, plump and springy.
Jiang Ting contentedly guided his cock between Ji Ning's legs, rubbing the shaft against her slit until it stirred the abundant sweet juices with squelching sounds. That maddening, exquisite sensation swept through Jiang Ting's whole body, and he couldn't help but groan aloud.
Song Weiyang: Fuck!
He'd been too absorbed watching. Jiang Ting had beaten him to it. But as long as a man doesn't slack off, there's always a way around the problem.
He sized up the situation, lay down on the blanket, and slid in sideways from beneath Ji Ning.
Her pert, pale breasts hung down right above him.
As Ji Ning bobbed on the cock and Jiang Ting thrust from behind, her breasts occasionally brushed past Song Weiyang's face, touching his nose. Each time, his tongue would curl and pull a nipple into his mouth to suck and tease.
Amid her sucking, fresh waves of powerful pleasure came from her chest and bottom, and Ji Ning grew restless again, speeding up the rhythm of her mouth.
Jiang Ting's searing cock rubbed against her entrance, making her lower body blaze with pleasure. She arched her bottom back to meet him, wanting him to come inside and massage her there.
Meanwhile, beneath her—perhaps because it was her first time being licked like this—a peculiar kind of bliss scrambled her breath and made her ears burn hot.
She freed one hand to touch Song Weiyang, finding his erect cock. She wrapped her hand around it and massaged him, obsessively scraping the fluid leaking from his slit, then stroking his sensitive ridge. Song Weiyang panted beneath her, his tongue licking even more eagerly.
The room's temperature kept rising. Sweet fragrance mingled with intoxicating male musk, so delightful that all worries were forgotten.
Finally, Ji Ning felt Jiang Ting press tight against her and slide in, grinding against the sensitive, itching inner flesh that had been driving her mad. She threw back her head and moaned: "Ah~~ so deep~~~"
Xing Ye loved nothing more than the dazed, desire-tinted look in her eyes and her flushed cheeks. He kissed her cheek, took her other hand in his, and said, "Jiang Ting, stop teasing her. Move faster."
Jiang Ting was indeed teasing her—otherwise he would have thrust in long ago. He'd held out for so long, and it had been hard.
Now his rock-hard cock, wrapped in that tight, hot, sucking flesh, sent waves of aching pleasure through his entire lower body.
His endurance ran out. Gripping her bouncy, tender buttocks, he pounded into her at such speed it almost blurred.
Ji Ning was so blissed out she could barely think. As if broken, she let her soft pink tongue loll out, and every forward jolt made her tongue repeatedly press against the head of Xing Ye's cock. Even without penetrating her, Xing Ye was thoroughly satisfied.
Ji Ning's figure made taking her from behind electrifying, and with this kind of spot-on thrusting, Jiang Ting grew more and more exhilarated. As her coquettish, heart-clawing moans filled the air, he rammed into her hundreds of times, then bucked with his solid waist, emptying himself deep into her cervix.
Her legs tangled with his, rubbing. After he finished, he bent down to kiss her thigh before reluctantly pulling out.
Xing Ye soothed Ji Ning a little, then still holding her, shifted her onto her back so he could rest his head on her thigh.
Song Weiyang, thirstily licking his lips, knelt before Ji Ning, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and pressed down so their pussies came together.
This was her favorite position when he fucked her. With each thrust, he could grind against her clit, making her inner muscles convulse so hard she nearly milked him beyond control.
Ji Ning, overwhelmed by the returning pleasure, grew shy and covered her face. They really did know every single thing she loved.
Even without a break, they could give her entirely different kinds of bliss, different climaxes—drawing her in so deeply she never felt it was too much. On the contrary, the more they fucked her, the more she craved. Every inch of her, right down to her toes, tingled with numbness.
Xing Ye watched their intimately joined lower bodies, his eyes darkening with thick, shadowed lust.
He lowered his head, touched his nose to hers, and rubbed slowly. It was a reward for her progress and a way to comfort her.
Yes, Ji Ning was uneasy.
Before, she hadn't even dared to tell Xing Ye much about her other instance partners. And now, right in front of him, being fucked to orgasm by them… it shook her conscience and her sense of shame violently.
She didn't believe anyone would be willing to share their beloved with others. Yet she could feel Xing Ye yielding for her sake. It moved her deeply, but left a persistent knot in her heart.
Just as now—even while thinking of Xing Ye, distracted, she was still being pounded into one climax after another by Song Weiyang, her body heating up, moaning uncontrollably, twitching helplessly in Xing Ye's arms.
She was crying from pleasure, but those tears also held inescapable self-reproach and conflict.
When Song Weiyang finally pulled away, Xing Ye wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up, and turned her to face him, sitting her on his body.
No—sitting her on his cock.
Ji Ning was filled and satisfied by that perfectly fitting size. She squeezed her thighs a little, nestled against Xing Ye's chest, and the tears on her face dampened the hollow of his neck.
Xing Ye held her tight, so tight their chests pressed flush together. The honest, scalding heat of his body warmed her all the way to her heart.
He cupped her bottom and moved her up and down slowly, the ridge of his glans dragging out the slippery fluid left inside her.
Yes, of course he was unwilling to share his baby with any other man.
But a person with attachments always has a weakness.
"Don't cry. All I want is for you to be happy," Xing Ye whispered softly into her ear.
She was his weakness, and Xing Ye willingly compromised for her sake.
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