Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 5 [H]

Xu Xing finally got ruthless, quickly pulling out the hot, thick, hard rod and thrusting it back in heavily. The only sounds during the entire process were the lewd, tearful moans from the inner walls being ravaged and Zhao Ciqin’s barely suppressed whimpers every time he thrust deep. His movements were unskilled, even clumsy, lacking any technique, just knowing how to charge forward recklessly. Yet, despite this, the immense pleasure still radiated from Zhao Ciqin’s body, sweeping over all her senses.

Finally, with a heavy thrust, Zhao Ciqin’s body trembled, the walls of her little h*le continuously contracting and tightening, struggling to release a bit of fluid.

In that instant, Xu Xing let out a muffled groan from his throat.

But he hadn’t ejaculate*d yet.

It was just his movements were obviously stiff. After a full three seconds, Xu Xing slowly pulled out his organ. The throbbing veins on his shaft made her feel uncomfortable again, and her still-climaxing h*le tightened even more, as if reluctant to let it go. The tip of Xu Xing’s hardness was still buried inside her. He leaned down, his fingers brushing her sweat-dampened cheek, “Be good, don’t bite so hard.” Zhao Ciqin was almost entirely cradled in his arms.

She suddenly remembered something, her slightly wet eyelashes raised, she stopped panting, and said softly, “ Don’t c*m inside later.”

“Huh?”

“I won’t get pregnant, but…” Zhao Ciqin’s fingers were already too weak to have any strength, but she still tried her best to unbutton Xu Xing’s shirt that hadn’t been taken off yet. “Taking a shower is such a hassle.”

“I’ll help you, you don’t need to do this,” Xu Xing said. He took her hand and kissed it, then completely withdrew his member, got out of bed, and started to undress himself.

This time, Xu Xing was clearly not as impatient. His long, fair fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Under the dim light of the bedroom, he seemed no different from usual, except for the fact that his member was still terrifyingly hard, revealing that he was not as calm as he appeared. Zhao Ciqin’s chest rose and fell, and suddenly she heard Xu Xing ask, “Can you turn over?” Without waiting for her response, he walked over, half-picked her and directly flipped her over, positioning her with her back to him and her hips raised.

Smack!

Xu Xing gave her perky butt a light slap.

It didn’t hurt, but the crisp sound was particularly noticeable in the bedroom. This slap brought more astonishment to Zhao Ciqin, because in her view, such a lewd action didn’t seem like something he would do.

Zhao Ciqin was momentarily stunned.

At that moment, Xu Xing reinserted his erect member. The small h*le, now even wetter and tighter after the climax, only allowed the tip to enter, with the surrounding flesh tightly squeezing, as if resisting his entry. Zhao Ciqin’s reaction was even more pronounced.

Her legs kept trying to move, but he completely pinned her down and forcefully thrusting deep inside her once again. In this position, his member could clearly penetrate even deeper, making the tender flesh there tightly wrap around him. Zhao Ciqin pressed her knees against the sheets, trying to escape forward to let him pull out a bit, but every time she managed to move even a little, Xu Xing would grip her waist with his palm and pull her back once more.

The meat stick was forcefully shoved back in, the exposed pouch slapping against her bu*t with a loud smack, followed by a torrential surge, the meat stick becoming increasingly brutal, reddening her bu*t, while the tender inner walls of her little *ole were overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Ah…”

Zhao Ciqin could no longer speak a complete sentence. She trembled continuously from the thrusting, her arms could no longer support her, and her chin, along with her bre*sts, pressed against the sheets. Physiological tears soaked her eyelashes. After an unknown amount of time, after the final thrust, Xu Xing suddenly released a large amount of sem*n inside her. The hot liquid surged into her, stimulating her inner walls to spasm continuously, and Zhao Ciqin collapsed into another climax.