Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 28 [H]

Xu Xing is usually very calm and composed at all times, and when he interacts with Zhao Ciqin, he is even more gentle. But at this moment, he is like a beast that knows no satisfaction, gripping her thigh and constantly licking it, while his fingers cruelly press down on her swollen and reddened lips, trying to pry them open, not even willing to miss the deepest, most secretive crevices, forcefully embedding his tongue to devour.

“Ugh…” In that moment, Zhao Ci’s throat choked up, the inner wall of her small h*le tightened emptily, and finally, a stream of hot fluid burst forth! The air suddenly fell silent.

Xu Xingtong paused for several seconds before lifting his head from between her legs. His handsome face looked no different from usual, still so refined, but the straight bridge of his nose, thin lips, and chin were stained with her juices, creating a stark contrast under the orange light.

He gently brushed it away, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, probably swallowing the last of her juices. Zhao Ciqin wanted to cover her face. Her legs were still trembling, and without Xu Xing’s support, she could only weakly slide down from the edge of the table. He helped her stand steady.

The hem of her skirt slid down, covering the swollen petals that had been sucked dry. Xu Xing stood up. He stared at her tear-stained eyelashes, his eyes seemingly filled with an indescribable emotion, and asked, “Is it comfortable?”

Zhao Ciqin hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed, but nodded. She paused and said softly, “Don’t do that again in the future…” “Don’t do what?” Xu Xing asked.

This position is just right; the hot, hard weapon beneath him is just right against her still-sensitive little h*le, rubbing against it fiercely again and again. “Don’t you like it? I like it too…” Xu Xing gasps as he bites her ear, his voice slightly hoarse, “I can make you cry with my tongue.” “Qin Qin,” he continues, his fingertip brushing over her wet eyelashes, then sensually caressing her hips, his gaze fixed on her face, whispering ,he murmured, “Tonight, I’ll listen to you.”

“……” “You can do whatever you want to me.” Zhao Ciqin’s heart felt like it had been struck by something.

Xu Xing’s gaze towards her was even more intense than usual, especially that hardness, which, although still hidden in his pants, already formed a noticeable shape. She could almost imagine it throbbing with anticipation, eager to thrust deeply into her body. She replied with a “yes,” without mentioning going back to the bed, and slowly removed his loungewear, her soft palm gently grasping his member.

Xu Xing’s body immediately tensed up. He could feel the delicate and tender hand gently gliding over the rod. It seemed she had just realized that the two sacs below also needed attention. Her fingers clumsily touched and weighed them, then moved up from the sacs, finally resting on the tip. Because she had gotten a bit of the fluid that had leaked from the small h*le at the tip, she even tasted it on her lips.

The curtains had long been drawn, the surroundings quiet and private; this was a space exclusive to the two of them. Xu Xing’s fingers instantly turned white from gripping tightly. But the next moment, his mind went almost blank as he watched Zhao Ciqin kneel on the ground, bow her head, and take his member into her mouth.

Her lips were slightly red, yet her expression showed no desire, as if she were just doing the most ordinary thing, but it drove all the men crazy. Xu Xing’s mind went blank, and his soul seemed to be about to leave his body. By the time he reacted, he was already pinching Zhao Ciqin’s chin, forcing her to open her mouth and spit out the organ. But at that moment, an unprecedented excitement surged over him, his member uncontrollably twitching, the small hole slightly opened, and a thick stream of semen shot out, splattering her face—