Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 18 [H]

This time, Xu Xing still didn’t pause for even a moment. Like a storm, he entered fiercely, thrusting and colliding violently. Zhao Ciqin was pushed forward, her bre*sts pressed against the cold wall, slightly deformed from the pressure, her fingers helplessly gripping the gaps between the tiles. She felt like she was about to be penetrated at any moment. Her body was no longer her own; her ears rang, tears couldn’t be held back from her eyes, merging with the sweat that dripped down. Her throat emitted trembling, pleasurable moans, completely oblivious to whether anyone could hear her. With one final deep thrust, Zhao Ciqin’s passage quivered and sucked the shaft in, and just as she was about to release another wave of arousal, a hotter, more intense stream of s*men erupted inside her, washing over her tender walls. “Ah…”

In an instant, Zhao Ciqin’s consciousness became hazy, and she could only sense that she had climaxed again. However, that little bit of fluid was nothing compared to s*men. She had already released everything, but the s*men continued to erupt, probably shooting three or four more times deep inside her before Xu Xing finally stopped. “Qinqin… Qinqin, I like you,” Xu Xing whispered in her ear, starting to caress her cheeks, the wet hair at her temples, and at that moment, her hips, which had been kneaded into a raised position, finally slipped out of control. The heavily released member withdrew from her, and the mixed fluids flowed down her inner thigh. However, Zhao Ciqin was so weak that she couldn’t stand, and Xu Xing caught her in his arms. The bathroom water had started running. The steam rises on the skin as Xu Xing turns her over, then kisses her eyelids, nose, and lips, finally lowering his head to once again take her slightly reddened ni*ple into his mouth. His tongue seems much gentler than before, no longer carrying the deep malice of a beast on the hunt. Zhao Ciqin also comes back to her senses from the brief faintness, her little h*le still instinctively contracting, her fingers tightly wrapped around his neck, her voice carrying a kind of softness she herself didn’t even notice, repeatedly calling out to him, “Xu Xing, Xu Xing.” “Hmm.”

Xu Xing gasped and lifted his head. His arousal was once again at its peak, but he had no intention of going another round. Instead, he seriously began to wash Zhao Ciqin. He gathered her hair with one hand while the other glided over every inch of her skin, following the flow of water. When he reached the small opening beneath him, still dripping with fluid, Xu Xing suddenly said, “We should really move to a place with a bathtub.” Zhao Ciqin unconsciously responded with a soft hmm.

Several climaxes had already muddled her brain, and she couldn’t even think about why Xu Xing said that, let alone ask. The next moment, she was suddenly picked up. In a position of extreme shame, one that only a child would be held in. Her legs were placed on either side of Xu Xing’s arms, slightly spread apart. He once again inserted his fingers into her small h*le, scraping out the remaining s*men inside. A gentle stream of water also flowed into her passage. “Ugh… no, I don’t want to anymore.”

This was the first time Zhao Ciqin had shown any resistance since tonight. She kicked her legs wildly and struggled, trying to jump down.

“Sorry,” Xu Xing said softly, his Adam’s apple moving slightly. However, his arms remained like a cage, still holding her in place without any further explanation, his fingertips silently continuing to move in and out of her small h*le. After an unknown amount of time, she was already sobbing uncontrollably, and only then did the last thick stream of s*men flowed out form her entrance.

Xu Xing put her down, then without even rinsing himself, grabbed a towel hanging nearby and wrapped it around her as he took her back to the room. As soon as she touched the bed, Zhao Ciqin immediately became obedient, her eyelids drooping involuntarily. In her drowsiness, she could feel a dip beside the bed, and then Xu Xing leaned over. “Qin Qin,” he gently traced her eyebrows with his fingers, looking at her as if suppressing some indescribable emotions, “I’m very glad you can accept me.” Hadn’t she accepted him long ago? she thought.