Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 17 [H]

Xu Xing finally gasped for breath.

It was manageable when he was holding back, but once his throbbing member was inserted into the h*le, the tender inner walls completely enveloped him. Xu Xing couldn’t hold back any longer and fiercely thrust in and out a couple of times. His hands, which were gripping her chest, also exerted force, directly tearing open the buttons on her clothing. Zhao Ci’s snow-white bre*sts were finally exposed to the air, their crimson ni*ples trembling and standing erect, being roughly kneaded and crushed by Xu Xing’s hands, then taken into his mouth, while his lower body quickly thrusting and grinding inside her.

“Ah…” The tightly constricted walls were once again split open. Zhao Ciqin should have felt satisfied, but the thickness of the flesh rod was far greater than his fingers. This excessive stimulation directly numbed her pleasure, replaced by a terrifying sense of oppression, especially since her feet couldn’t reach the ground and could only push against the air.

“Xu… Xing,” she looked up at him, each word trembling, “put me down first.” Unexpectedly, Xu Xing directly slapped her on the bu*t, then supported her hips, slightly lifting her, pulling the flesh buried deep inside her body out just enough to rest at the entrance.

That feeling of being forcefully penetrated finally eased, and before Zhao Ciqin could catch her breath, she heard him say, “You’re quite easy to handle.” Immediately, the hand that had been supporting her but*ocks released, and the sudden drop in gravity made her fall helplessly. Her little h*le clamped down on the throbbing shaft once more, completely splitting her open again.

Slap! The shaft soaked in lustful juices directly hit her entrance, the delicate petals seeming to be whipped, the electric pleasure spreading rapidly. Zhao Ciqin’s entire body felt blood rushing to that part, the inner passage continuously contracting, wildly sucking on the shaft, and with a whoosh, it soaked through with a wave of hot lustful liquid.

——She climaxed. But Xu Xing not only continued thrusting indifferently, he also started carrying her around. As his member repeatedly penetrated her deepest spot, Xu Xing’s arms tightly held her, as if not giving her any chance to escape.

The sounds of water, thrusting, gasping, and Zhao Ciqin’s low whimpers as she was pushed to the limit intertwined and echoed throughout the living room. Zhao Ciqin was completely exposed, and to prevent herself from falling, she wrapped her arms around Xu Xing, her full bre*sts pressing against his chest without any restraint, unaware that this would only lead to even more frenzied thrusting. The soundproofing here isn’t very good; it might be heard. She suddenly thought. Zhao Ciqin instinctively pressed her lips together, but as the sensation layered upon itself within her body, the urge to whimper was unbearable.

Fortunately, at this moment, Xu Xing stopped thrusting violently. He suddenly, in this position of their bodies connected, quickly carried Zhao Ciqin into the bathroom and pressed her against the wall. The still throbbing and heated member finally withdrew, and the pressure in the h*le was greatly relieved, leaving only the inner walls trembling and contracting. “Qin Qin, turn around,” Xu Xing’s tone sounded like he was enduring something.

Zhao Ciqin didn’t react. Her brows and eyes were already beautiful; her eyes, nose, and even her slightly red lips without makeup were perfect and beyond reproach. At this moment, a strand of hair fell over her eyes, her eyelashes were stuck together by tears, and her skin was exceptionally porcelain white, giving off a hint of fragility that made one want to bully her at will. Xu Xing looked at her deeply.

He immediately grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. The wall in front of her was now cold. Zhao Ciqin couldn’t help but call out to him, “Xu Xing…” Xu Xing said, “Hmm, turn around and lie down.” “Is that okay?” he asked again.

Zhao Ciqin’s body trembled as she obediently leaned against the wall. Xu Xing whispered in her ear, “Lift your bu*t.” How to lift it? Zhao Ciqin instinctively hesitated, but the next moment, Xu Xing directly molded her hips into an elevated position, and then his scorching member re-entered her from behind—