Chapter 43. Press and F*ck on the Desk. (h)

Deeply and heavily, the pestle buried itself inside, stabbing open the flesh of her hole and filling it to the brim. An instant fire burned through her body, like a huge dragon with a spitting tongue of fire, and the rough body squeezed against her inner walls. The layers of charming meat were pressed open and penetrated, deep and hard. The near-tearing pleasure stretched her like she was about to burst, “Ugh, it’s so big. Bastard, it hurts… “

Tears fell from her eyes at once. It hurt so much; it was so good. She grunted softly with a sobbing voice. She was red from the corners of her eyes to the tip of her nose. Her eyes were half-closed, frowning as she hissed and huffed.

Chen Du was no better. His eyes were dizzy from her clamping and the crown of his d*ck was constricted. His sp*rm-storing s*c throbbed against the base of her leg, and the corners of his forehead jumped. He really wanted to f*ck her to death.

It was very difficult to restrain it, and his bug palms kneaded her a*s heavily as if to vent his anger. He pinched her cl*t, twisting the hard little bead of flesh and dragging it outwards. He pulled halfway down and then back in, twisting it between his two fingers, using her favourite strength and angle. It made her squeal and shiver as she clenched her legs. Her tiny pink hole finally opened up, and like a gluttonous child, the watery, deep red flesh of her channel stretched and contracted. It took in his stem, sucking and clenching.

It was so tight that Chen Du couldn’t tell if it was painful or pleasurable to sigh as waves of pleasure shot up his spine, “I’m going to die from your clenching.” He held up her two white a*s cheeks, and rammed inwards like mad.

Chen Jiashu was set up against the wall, shrugging upwards as she was f*cked. Her slender waist was rising and falling, and her two tits were shaking in waves of flesh from his pounding. Her nose and her mouth were red, with her voice changing tone. Her mouth opened in a grindingly sweet way, “Oh, so good. There, heavier! No, lighter! No, it’s too deep,” she said.

“Is it a little lighter or a little heavier? Eh? Every time you don’t say it clearly, what do you want me to do?”

Chen Du squeezed her snow-like buttocks on both sides. His d*ck penetrated deeper, and he f*cked her harder than ever, as if he was trying to shove both s*cs in. The ring of tender flesh at the mouth of her hole was stretched to the limit, thin and hot, and it was a deadly grip on him. It was tight, really tight.

Her juices gushed out from the small hole that had been f*cked so beautifully. It was mixed with the turbid Yang essence that dripped down his groin. The two s*cs slapped against her with a clear, powerful thud, and the insides of Chen Jiashu’s thighs were bruised. One shoe was knocked off, and her snow-white feet bucked in mid-air behind him, shivering uncontrollably.

He lifted her sweaty leg and aimed at the g-spot, f*cking her hard and stirring it in circles. He listened to her cry and scream that it was going to break and she would die, that she was going to be smashed by him, with her little a*s shaking haphazardly.

He held her down and f*cked her in silence, taking one n*pple and sucking it into his mouth with the ring of flesh around it. He sucked her harder and smelled the sweet fragrance of the young girl.

His hand ran from her rounded a*s to her inwardly pinched waist, rubbing half a circle to press against the clearly indented ridges of her back. He pressed her into her arms, thrusting in small frantic strokes, sighing lowly in a raging spurt of org*sm, “Sister, what do you want me to do?”

In the deserted classroom, the door was locked tightly. The heavy curtains added an obscure, dim, and ambiguous filter to the room. Her head was pressed against the wall while her face pressed against Chen Du’s, both of them wet at the temples. Their eroticism caused sweat to run down in droplets, and their pupils burned into each other. The exhaled air carried a burning excess of lust as they kissed uncontrollably.

After several stormy org*sms in quick succession, the last one was very gentle. Chen Du took off his jacket and put it on the table, forcing Chen Jiashu to sit on it. He couldn’t let her get cold again. He took her watery red, full lips while his still-rising sex stretched across the two wet, soft lips of her cunt and pushed in unhurriedly.

The rebellious, tightly twisted flesh channel was obedient, gently holding him. It shrank and contracted with his rhythm as he f*cked in deep and shallow. He thrusted deep at once, slamming the full length of it in, then slowly withdrew. The watery, lewd red mouth of her p*ssy nuzzled his rising angry stem. The pounded, thick, white, sticky c*m pulled out in strands like silk, attached to the mouth of her p*ssy and his glans. It slowly dropped, as if to fall, before he pushed in again. “Heavy, so far. Ha, too deep… lighter, my belly.” The bear water cup hanging from the edge of the table rocked back and forth with the table. The pencil key in the belly of the table hit the wall, and the key clasp rubbed together with the banging sound of a crisp crash.

Chen Jiashu hunched her shoulders and shook her head, falling limply forward into Chen Du’s chest. Her chin was propped up on his shoulder, with her thin waist supported by his hands to keep her from collapsing. Her body was flushed and ripe with lust. Her jade-white skin was like a thin, translucent glaze, and the fierce, long-lasting sex made her forget the time. She forgot that this was a classroom and she was being pinned to her desk by her brother for a squirting org*sm.

“Did you c*m on it?”

Chen Jiashu was holding his trousers. There was a large puddle of her water in the middle of his crotch. It was embarrassing at first glance when placed on the boy’s trousers, and she deliberately asked, “Did you have a wet dream?”

“Where did the wet dream come from? Didn’t I c*m in you?”

Chen Du walked over to her with his long bare legs. His ej*culated and weak s*x lay dormant in his black underwear with a large bulge. He took the trousers and put them on.

Shaking the school uniform open, he wrapped it around his waist to cover it.

“Don’t go. Come here and I’ll look at you down here.”

He took Chen Jiashu, who had just jumped off the table, up again. He spread her legs and looked at them carefully. The insides of her thighs were red, the hole in the centre of her legs was still closed, and her fleshy p*ssy was swollen and bulging. The fleshy mussel was f*cked to a deep red with a large slit in the middle. The small blood-filled bead of flesh was protruding, standing firmly on her cl*t, trembling under his gaze.

“Stinking rascal. I’m so swollen. You’re just thinking of your own pleasure.” Chen Jiashu coldly condemned him again with a pretty face, morally, as if it was someone else who had just twisted her small waist around him in a frenzied manner and asked him to go deeper and heavier.

The lunch break was half over, and students began to come to school in the afternoon. Through the window, he could already faintly hear the sound of passing conversation. It was impossible to do it. Chen Du put that breath back, holding his breath to wipe her and reduce some of the inflammation.