Chapter 124: Silent Land of the Living Dead (13)
After another round with Sheng Churan, Ji Ning's reaction was no less intense than the first time. Especially when he thrust in from behind, pounding into her while spanking her ass, fucking her so hard she cried.
And from the look of things, Sheng Churan was gearing up to switch positions and go again.
Just then, Song Weiyang finished his shower and came over. Seeing her younger brother's pure, kind face, Ji Ning scrambled into his arms as if fleeing for her life.
Song Weiyang glanced at Xing Ye, then at Sheng Churan, and shook his head. He wrapped an arm around Ji Ning's waist, pulled her onto his lap, and patted her back to soothe her, murmuring, "Honestly, not a shred of tenderness among you. You've kissed my darling captain's mouth swollen, licked her breasts swollen, and down there must be swollen too. Poor thing."
Sheng Churan laughed. "Didn't know you had it in you, Weiyang. That's some top-tier passive-aggressive tea talk."
Xing Ye chuckled too, sitting up and stroking Ji Ning's hair. "A little crybaby made of water. When it's not enough down there, she cries; when it's enough, she cries up here."
Ji Ning also felt that after experiencing the different styles of these men, she was becoming more and more uninhibited and sensitive in bed. She murmured, "It's only because you're all too amazing..."
Down there was indeed a bit swollen from extreme arousal, but right now, with her bottom resting on Song Weiyang's thigh, it was easing somewhat. His body was cool and cold, very comfortable.
"Why are you so cold? Did the hot water run out?" she asked, nestling against his chest.
"Yeah, the hot water ran out. It's fine, I'm young and tough." Song Weiyang replied nonchalantly, his attention gradually drifting to the silky, tender flesh on his thigh. That place was wetly pressed against his leg, luring his thoughts slowly astray.
The time cooling down in the cold water passed quickly because, as the water evaporated, Song Weiyang's skin gradually warmed up.
Ji Ning leaned against his chest, one hand also pressed flat on his shoulder, fingers splayed against it.
Feeling the youth's straight, vigorous body slowly growing warm, Ji Ning's initially well-behaved hand unconsciously took on a different flavor. Her fingertips stirred slightly, gently rubbing against his shoulder.
Song Weiyang could not bear even the slightest tease.
He carried Ji Ning to the bed, pressed her legs together and folded them down toward her lower belly, exposing her already flushed crimson, ripened lips. The sight made his Adam's apple bob. He said hoarsely, "Let me rub it for you first, ease the tension."
And then, his fingers really did move like a massage, slowly, gently stroking from top to bottom, from her mound to her entrance, even lightly parting her lips to help her relax.
This truly was comfortable, so comfortable that Ji Ning felt the sensation rise again. After Song Weiyang's fingers pinched the honey bead and rubbed it twice, a tiny whimper escaped her lips, and her pussy grew wet once more.
Song Weiyang was starving for her. He pressed Ji Ning's legs even lower, bent down, and took the whole of her sensitive peak into his mouth. After sucking twice, he circled his tongue around and pressed. Feeling her bottom quiver with pleasure, he felt so satisfied.
Reaching down to touch, her juices had flowed all the way to her crease. Song Weiyang couldn't hold back any longer. He stripped off his underwear, lifted her up to sit on him, and, supporting her bottom, slowly lowered her down.
As the flared edge of Song Weiyang's cock spread her inner walls apart, scraping and grinding everywhere, Ji Ning went soft and limp with tingling numbness, leaning against his embrace and letting him do as he pleased.
Fortunately, her younger brother was beautiful of face and kind of heart, considerate that Ji Ning had just been fucked to tears. Although he held her tightly, his movements were gentle as a rocking cradle, bobbing and swaying slowly, thrusting into her with a sore, aching fullness that was completely comfortable, not a trace of discomfort.
Ji Ning leaned against Song Weiyang's shoulder in sheer enjoyment, listening to his pleasing soft gasps as she moaned softly and tenderly.
Her cries lured the two men enjoying the view from the side over as well.
Xing Ye captured her lips in a kiss from behind Song Weiyang, and Sheng Churan circled to her back to kiss her shoulders.
The four of them each busied themselves; only Ji Ning reaped three portions of pleasure at once.
Her pussy was stuffed completely full, and so was her heart. A stray thought drifted through her mind as well: she wondered how Jiang Ting was doing now. If he could be here too, it would be even more complete.
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