Chapter 82: Deadly Travel Group (7)
Sheng Churan's fingers squeezed into her warm, tight, tender cunt and stirred. Despite how wet and slick she was inside, he could still feel intense pressure squeezing around them; her pliant, pleasure-soaked flesh occasionally coiled and rubbed against his fingers whenever she got excited.
Just from a little fingering, she was already dripping so much, gasping and moaning nonstop, and even clamping down to pull him deeper.
If it were his cock going in instead, they'd probably both be so lost in bliss their souls would drift away.
Sheng Churan was so aroused by Ji Ning's wonderfully sensitive body that he let out a soft sigh. He hadn't expected that teasing her would only leave him more parched and hot under the collar, his lower belly burning like a fire, swollen to the point of bursting, howling that it wanted to report for duty.
But he held back, ignoring the tight, aching bulge in his crotch, and leaned close to Ji Ning as she lay with eyes shut, whimpering and gasping in soft, delicate moans. He teased her: "Does it feel good?"
He had no idea what kind of magic Sheng Churan was made of. The man was pure charisma from head to toe—even his voice was seductive.
The moment he opened his mouth to speak, Ji Ning felt a rush of inexplicable weakness. She nodded cooperatively, then felt she was being too slow, so she opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered coquettishly, "Feels good~"
Her tender little murmur successfully pleased Sheng Churan.
Anyway, she was already in his bowl; no rush to eat, he could take his time.
Ji Ning felt Sheng Churan press closer, and then the two fingers inside her cunt shifted from that dizzying, tingling friction into a kneading, twisting motion. And because his fingers were plunged so deep, his entire palm was pressed flush against her sensitive vulva—grinding outside, rubbing inside—making Ji Ning so comfortable that her toes curled tight and the roots of her thighs trembled.
This feeling was so unhurried and drawn out that it pushed Ji Ning to the very peak of pleasure. Her juices couldn't stop flowing out, but at the same time, inside her cunt was a maddening tingling numbness, and the heart of her flower itched unbearably.
She clung to Sheng Churan, and without thinking she began bucking her hips along with him, seeking a faster pace, wanting him to speed up and scratch that itch.
Feeling the person beneath him twist and press up against him with initiative, Sheng Churan asked, though he already knew the answer: "What's wrong?"
Ji Ning licked her lips and admitted honestly, "It itches inside... I can't take it..."
Sheng Churan's heart stirred at her words. He kissed her cheek, sped up his hand, and pressed against that spot that kept trembling: "Like this?"
"Ah~" Ji Ning cried out from the thrusting, grabbing Sheng Churan's arm, her body tensing as she gasped softly, turning her head to press against the hollow of his neck. "Yes..."
Now that her need had been acknowledged, Sheng Churan stopped tormenting Ji Ning. His wrist began to tremble with practiced skill, faster and faster, until he'd thrust Ji Ning into a state of whole-body heat, leaving her shrinking in his arms, tossing her head helplessly.
Finally, he quickly used his hand to send her over the edge into orgasm.
Sheng Churan pulled away from Ji Ning, admiring the alluring sight of her shoulders heaving and her body quivering in waves, feeling immensely pleased.
Ji Ning's trembling lasted for a long while. Aftershock after aftershock rippled through her cunt, turning her so blissed out that her whole body went soft and boneless.
Sheng Churan's hand still lingered outside, rubbing her little honey bean. His lovely fingers lay pressed across her plump, pink clam—just the thought alone was so lewd it could kill.
That thought made her feel an itch in her heart, so she took the initiative to lean up and kiss Sheng Churan's chiseled jaw, then licked his attractive Adam's apple, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Aren't we going to do it?"
Sheng Churan was kissed so hard his passion flared, his eyes darkening, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily: "You're willing to do it here?"
The seat on the tour bus wasn't large enough, and he was tall. Ji Ning's position while being pressed down a moment ago had already been at its limit—her body leaning half-suspended against the seatback. Even he found it uncomfortable to look at, so in the end he'd decided to just hold back and wait until they got off the bus.
Ji Ning blushed and nodded, then turned over, her back to Sheng Churan. She curled up on the seat and stuck her ass right up against his crotch, even grinding it a little.
Sheng Churan looked down and was instantly so stirred by the alluring curves before him that his cock throbbed heavily.
His "cute little girlfriend" was wearing a cozy, loose little sweater today paired with a knitted bodycon skirt.
With her ass stuck out, the bodycon skirt hugged her hips perfectly, exposing without any cover her full, perky butt. Contrasted with her slender waist, it created a stunning visual impact.
Not to mention her panties and undershorts had already been stripped off by him; the creamy beauty of her thigh roots was dazzling.
Sheng Churan's temples throbbed. If he held back any longer, he'd be worse than a beast.
Panting hoarsely with need, Sheng Churan hastily shed his pants, and his long-restrained cock eagerly sprang free.
He stripped Ji Ning of her shoes, socks, and panties completely, roughly pushed the bodycon skirt up to hang around her waist, then pressed against her springy, supple butt and shoved his cock, hot as a branding iron, between her thighs.
Just being thrust between her thighs was already too much for Ji Ning.
He was so hard and scorching, terrifying in size, pressed against her clam as if he could melt her.
Sheng Churan had already started moving, breathing softly, his cock sliding in and out between the roots of her thighs, smearing her slippery slick.
Ji Ning looked down and saw that in this position, a portion of his shaft and glans still poked out in front of her cunt.
She took a deep breath and thought to herself: With this face, this body, this cock—what a waste he's not doing AV!
Livestream comments:
"Thank the New World. Without the New World, no one would ever know the Heartthrob had such a huge treasure hidden in his pants."
"Every time Sheng Churan drops his pants, I can't help but sigh—so humans really do come in economy and premium editions."
"Yours isn't economy; yours is the cheap knockoff version."
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