Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 6 [H]

A large amount of sem*n mixed with vagin*l fluid flowed down the inner thighs of the two, and the spasming walls of the small h*le continued to suck, forcing Xu Xing’s member to heat up again. However, his mind, burned by desire, had returned. Xu Xing pulled his organ out of her h*le, picked up the limp Zhao Ciqin, gently patted her back as if soothing a child, and said, “Sorry, I couldn’t control myself.”

Zhao Ciqin opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but her mind was in a jumble, so she could only let Xu Xing hold her, sitting on his lap, enjoying the lingering pleasure. Xu Xing leaned down and kissed her eyelid, his gaze sweeping over her swollen, suckled bre*sts, then glancing at the red marks on the inside of her thighs. After a while, he suddenly asked, “Qinqin, did I do a bad job?”

When he said this, his expression didn’t show any emotion, but for some reason, Zhao Ciqin always felt that he seemed a bit nervous. “No,” she whispered in Xu Xing’s ear, her voice soft and slightly hoarse, “I really like it… just, a bit slower would be nice.” Xu Xing started to breathe heavily. Zhao Ciqin rarely said such things; she paused, her fingers brushing against his neck, “You’re a bit different in bed.”

“How am I different?” Xu Xing reached out and grabbed her hand, not letting her touch him. Zhao Ciqin thought for a moment, “…You were a bit harsh. I was almost crying just now, and you didn’t even care.” Xu Xing fell silent for a moment, and the next moment, a gentle vibration from his chest followed as he laughed. He pressed his forehead against hers and said, “Then I’ll comfort you after you’ve cried your heart out, okay?”

“…”

Zhao Ciqin quickly understood what he meant. Xu Xing pried open her soaked thighs, and in this position, he aimed his sh*ft at her small h*le, his large hand gripping her butt*cks, forcing her to take him in once more. This time, his movements were a bit slower, but they were still not gentle. Because they were facing each other, Xu Xing could also suck on her bre*sts while his hand controlled her hips, lifting her up and down.

At the peak, Zhao Ciqin once thought the meat stick would completely pull out from her h*le, the sudden emptiness made her tight h*le clench, but every time, Xu Xing could always precisely control the degree, timely pressing her hips down, allowing the hot, thick meat stick to once again split her h*le.

“Ah…”

Their bodily fluids had long been turned into droplets in this intense thrusting, lewdly spreading across the insides of their thighs, even soaking the sheets. This climax came suddenly and quickly, but Xu Xing showed no signs of wanting to ejaculating. Zhao Ciqin behind him was completely out of strength, and Xu Xing suddenly released his grip on her hips, just looking deeply into her eyes, his fingers covering her full breasts. He said, “Qin Qin, be good, can you move on your own ?”

The intense pleasure made Zhao Ciqin’s tears stream down. “I…” she said, tilting her head back in agony, “I can’t, sob—” Xu Xing squeezed her bre*st hard.

In an instant, he exerted force with his lower body, and the terrifying flesh rod cruelly thrust in and out of her h*le once again. In a daze, Zhao Ciqin only remembered that her throat became hoarse from crying, and Xu Xing finally let her go. She didn’t know where he went, but soon returned to carry her into the bathroom, his fingers sliding through the hot water and penetrating her over-violated h*le. The body’s memory made her small passage tightly grip the invader.

“Don’t be afraid, spread your legs a bit,” Xu Xing carefully pressed against her, his voice low, “I’m just helping you clean.” His voice seemed to carry a magical quality, and Zhao Ciqin finally lost consciousness.