Chapter 7: Male Instincts (4)
A woman's beautiful, clean pussy appeared before Xiao Er's eyes without any cover, making his eyelids jump.
This was the first time he had seen a woman's private parts, aside from in pornographic art.
The pink slit was like an enticing deep valley, or a flower bud waiting to bloom. The full petals of flesh on either side were pulsing faintly, opening and closing like a starving clam. It seemed that no matter what was stuffed inside, it would be instantly swallowed whole.
The most alluring part was that when the pink flesh was struck by the sunlight, it reflected a translucent, crystalline quality, appearing so tender one could pinch water from it at any moment, making one unable to resist the urge to lean in and take a suck.
And to top it off, the woman before him was tilting her head, looking at him mischievously, and saying, "You've seen mine. I want to see yours."
Xiao Er swallowed. An unnatural flush began to creep up his handsome face. He turned his head away awkwardly, not daring to look so brazenly at his Young Miss, but he had no choice but to open his inner drawers as well, showing her.
Holy shit!
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Wasn't this a little too thick and too big? Feeling how big it was and seeing the thing with her own eyes, sticking right in front of her, were two different levels of shock.
Sun Jiaojiao's hand trembled as she reached out to touch it and measure it. She felt that her small hand couldn't even wrap around it.
Before she transmigrated, she was quite the nympho and had seen her fair share of men—18cm, seven-times-a-night studs, she'd seen them all. But this was truly the first time she had ever seen such an astonishing size.
He never thought the taste of a woman could be so intoxicating.
His most primitive desires burst forth. Xiao Er could no longer care about "men and women should not touch," nor could he care about the vast difference in their master-servant status. Right now, his mind was filled with only one thought: release. He was desperate for some relief.
He grabbed Sun Jiaojiao's hand in return, pressing her "jade hands" onto his massive erection, and then instinctively began to gently slide them up and down.
Pleasure followed immediately.
Xiao Er's gaze began to grow hazy. He didn't even notice the sly glint that flashed in Sun Jiaojiao's eyes. She quickly took over, stroking him skillfully, not at all like a young girl completely ignorant of carnal desires.
She didn't know how many times she stroked him up and down, but Xiao Er's desire was finally vented a little. It softened slightly. He let out several low, hoarse growls, his strong thighs spreading to their limit, his toes curling and uncurling in comfort, a pleasure that soaked into his very bones.
Sun Jiaojiao saw that just jerking him off a few times with her hand had made him this ecstatic. She thought, if she used her mouth to stroke him, wouldn't he ascend to the heavens?
But she was too lazy to use her mouth. For one, she didn't know his history, and for two, she didn't know what level of intimacy these ancient people could accept. So, she thought about it, but decided against it.
This guard brother with the big weapon was satisfied, but she wasn't satisfied yet.
But the words "I'm itching down below" were somehow impossible to say.
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