Chapter 217: Despair Casino (14)
On the misted, semi-transparent glass, two hands were pressed tightly, fingers interlocked.
The two round, creamy mounds were squeezed flat against the glass by the adolescent boy thrusting forcefully from behind. Through the haze, two tender, rosy pink buds bloomed vividly like peach blossoms.
"Ngh... ah..." Yan Qiao pressed against Ji Ning, his hips rocking slowly as he held her bottom. The tight, enveloping sensation of being fully sheathed made his waist go numb with pleasure, an involuntary moan escaping his lips.
Ji Ning, held up by him with her bottom thrust out, was not only penetrated deep but pushed to her very limit. Their lower bodies were locked together without a seam, his thrusting driving her into incoherence: "Too deep, I can't take it... ah~~ don't stir... mm..."
Yan Qiao pressed against her tightly, grinding his hips in circles, making his shaft stir inside her cunt.
A sticky, churning sound came from below. Ji Ning's insides felt sore and swollen, unbearably distressed. Hearing that sound made her face burn even hotter.
"Yan Qiao, don't... please... brother, be gentle with me, thrust faster... don't do this..."
Yan Qiao chuckled lowly behind her, still leisurely stirring inside her: "Don't want to? Then why are you clamping down so tight? Your insides are sucking my cock so well, I can't bear to pull it out. What should I do?"
As he spoke, he thrust his waist forward, ramming into her hard.
Pressed against the glass, Ji Ning couldn't help but sob: "Wuwu... I really can't take it... wuwu..."
Hearing Ji Ning cry, Yan Qiao froze for a moment. He released her, flustered, holding her shoulders to comfort her: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore."
But a body that had been wronged couldn't settle down so easily. Another tear escaped the corner of Ji Ning's eye, her bottom moving forward as if to flee that wicked thing.
Yan Qiao, of course, wouldn't allow it.
He carried Ji Ning out of the bathroom, maintaining their lower bodies connected, and walked to the mirror outside. His fingertip wiped away the tear from the corner of her eye, and he held her waist as he began to move, saying viciously: "What are you crying for? No crying! You're only allowed to be fucked to tears by me."
The mirror reflected their naked, erotic, entwined bodies. Her face was flushed, her body tinged pink. The red marks Yan Qiao had sucked, from her chest to her lower abdomen, covered her like a private seal, marking her as belonging only to him at this moment.
At nineteen, he was a full head taller than her, his lean yet muscular narrow waist especially attractive, tensing tightly with every exertion.
After Ji Ning was thrust into heavily from behind several times, Yan Qiao lifted her, holding the crooks of her knees, and brought her close to the mirror.
The position was somewhat extreme, but because he was long enough, his cock was still embedded in her cunt, presented without any blind spot before them.
The purple-red, ferocious shaft thrust in and out of her tender red hole, churning and scraping out semi-transparent slick. Her labia parted to the sides, jolting with the motion.
Ji Ning watched, her face burning and heart racing, too shy to keep her eyes open.
"Look. Watch how I fuck your slutty cunt." Yan Qiao held her with one hand, while the other reached underneath to gather some moisture, his fingertip pressing and stroking back and forth over her labia. "Even your shell meat is this juicy, tell me, aren't you slutty?"
"Mm~~" Ji Ning was nearly played to ruin by him. A surge of excitement sent uncontrollable spasms through her lower body, her folds contracting in waves, wetly clamping onto Yan Qiao's finger.
Her insides were also contracting and sucking. Yan Qiao felt his scalp tingle with pleasure, half his soul lost. He pulled his hand out and smacked it onto her fully exposed buttock: "Fuck!"
A faint red handprint bloomed on her tender white bottom. Seeing it, Ji Ning actually felt a thrill. Too bad Yan Qiao's slap was too light; there wasn't even a numbing sensation.
She reached out to grab his wrist, panting: "Slap me a few more times, a little harder, please..."
Yan Qiao's mind roared, the string of restraint he had been desperately holding finally snapping.
With several swift movements, he pressed Ji Ning onto the carpet in front of the mirror, spread her legs as wide as they could go, and impaled her fiercely.
"You like being spanked by me, don't you? You like being fucked by me, don't you?"
The heavy, punishing thrusts produced clear, loud slaps. Every strike rammed against her most sensitive spot.
Ji Ning's juices surged out, flowing onto her bottom, spattered by Yan Qiao's scrotum slapping against her, soaking him too.
She was finally satisfied. As Yan Qiao leaned over her body, truly like a rutting male dog rising and falling upon her, fucking her until her legs trembled uncontrollably. Ji Ning also wrapped her arms around his neck, convenient for biting him when the pleasure became unbearable.
This time, Yan Qiao was fiercely urgent, even faster and more violent than earlier on the bed.
As he climaxed, he refused to slow down, his cock twitching and thrusting, finally ramming and holding firmly against her.
Ji Ning couldn't withstand this intense pleasure. Not only did she bite a tooth mark into his shoulder, but also scratched several red streaks down his back.
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