Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 4 [H]

Xu Xing initially sucked gently. He merely took her ni*ple into his mouth, lightly licking it with his tongue, as if it were some precious treasure. But gradually, he became dissatisfied with such contact. One hand cupped her entire bre*st, kneading, squeezing, and teasing it, while his lips and teeth closed around it tightly—Zhao Ciqin could barely stand, her back hitting the cold wall.

“Xu, Xu Xing, don’t…” In a state of confusion and passion, she didn’t even know what she was saying, only feeling an emptiness rising within her, her legs wet and warm. She was completely unaware that her voice trembled as if she were being coy.

Xu Xing straightened up slightly.

He stared at Zhao Ciqin’s wide-open collar, the entire expanse of her snow-white skin, and her slightly protruding breasts that had been sucked on. His gaze deepened, and then he picked her up horizontally and placed her on the bed. The soft sensation beneath her made Zhao Ciqin slightly more awake; she propped herself up with her hands, trying to get up.

The next moment, Xu Xing forcefully pressed her down.

Immediately, the mattress sank slightly.

Xu Xing spread his legs, his knees pressing against her waist, his entire body hovering above her.

He looked oppressive like this, but if you looked closely, you could see the muscles under his shirt were tense, and even the bulge in his trousers, which Zhao Ciqin had unfastened, was astonishingly engorged.

He was actually nervous.

Xu Xing tightly gripped her wrist and said hoarsely, “Will you completely listen to me today?”

Before Zhao Ciqin could even react, she saw Xu Xing’s fingers stiffly trying to unfasten the buttons on her clothes. For some reason, he could never manage to unfasten the one at her waist.

All of the man’s reason and composure were exhausted at that moment.

Xu Xing suddenly exerted force, tearing apart the already disheveled qipao, revealing the final layer of silk fabric.

Then he forcefully spread her legs apart, leaned down, and directly bit into her panties, his tongue wetting the fabric as he kissed the petals between her legs.

“Mmm…” It felt as if an electric current was spreading from that spot into her bloodstream, and Zhao Ciqin’s body trembled slightly.

“Don’t kiss…” Zhao Ciqin instinctively wanted to struggle, but her body was pressed down even tighter, feeling Xu Xing’s tongue licking her entrance with more force, as if he were trying to push through her panties and into her.

Xu Xing’s prominent nose gently pressed against her clitor*s, rubbing it with varying pressure as he licked, his hot breath almost driving her to the brink of collapse.

The chaotic sensation made Zhao Ciqin’s toes curl, and her flower between her legs couldn’t help but swallow and release, oozing with copious amounts of lustful fluid.

Soon, the panties soaked with her juices and saliva were finally removed, and without a moment’s pause, Xu Xing pressed his thick, hot rod against her flower, impatiently thrusting up and down in the hidden crevice.

Her juices had already flowed down the shaft to his veined sack, but he still wouldn’t enter.

Zhao Ciqin had never experienced such prolonged foreplay. Her fingers clung to Xu Xing’s back, her head instinctively tilting back, her voice trembling slightly, “You can enter—” The rod that had just been teasing her suddenly slid from her clitor*s to her entrance, and without any warning, thrust in. Ignoring the suction and resistance from the inner walls, he didn’t pause for a moment and pushed all the way in.