Chapter 70. Too sweet to taste (h)

Her legs were dripping wet, with thick, shiny juices drooling from the mouth of her p*ssy. They hung at the thighs of her legs and swayed. Chen Du kissed her like a madman, grabbing her two delicate lips and kissing them like they were going to be eaten into his belly. He kissed them with the utmost dominance and savagery. His tongue penetrated her mouth and practically reached straight for her throat. His hand, using a fierce force, pushed up against the deep centre of her p*ssy. He slapped his wrist against the fragile p*ssy opening without any concern between entering and exiting. The sound of water was sticky, and the man had the stance of a fierce and vicious bully.

All the air was taken away from her and he was fierce as hell. With one tongue and one hand, Chen Jiashu was pounded up and down. She splashed juices everywhere, and a tide of water spurted out like a broken spring. Her little p*ssy contracted in waves, strangling Chen Du’s fingers to death. It shivered and sucked them in.

“There, so deep, ah, it’s up to the……. mmmmm.”

The feeling of pleasure in her lower body rushed up to the back of her head, and her scalp tingled. Her nerves swam between arousal and paralysis, chaotic and empty.

“Is that deep?” Chen Du sniggered, “Is it going to get you through without a dick?”

“…”

Her face turned red, and the feeling that his rough profanity gave off was one that made her tremble with excitement. He forced her mouth open to his demands and kissed her until her jaw was sore. Saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth.

“Uh, uh huh,”

Chen Jiashu was dazed by the penetration. Her eyes were dull and her entire body was drained of energy and limp, as if she had no bones. She only knew how to climb on Chen Du’s shoulders and die.

He panted raggedly and lowly, and the high laughter came from outside. His low, airy voice came into her ears, sounding extra erotic, “Hmmm… do you like me to penetrate you like this? Well? Do you? How about f*cking you to death?”

His fingers thrust upward, “Hmm? Sister?”

“Don’t,” Chen Jiashu couldn’t stand him calling her sister at this time, but he loved it the most. He loved watching her in all her lustful glory, f*cking her to death down there, and calling her sister in all seriousness. He seemed to prefer doing it while she was c*mming. As she cried out, he would bite her ear with his voice sounding raspy and frantic, just like now.

“My sister only has one brother, and I only have one sister. Since I only have this one sister, my sister can only be f*cked by me.”

The air became murky and hot. It was impossible to tell if it was shame or pleasure, but a strong thrill enveloped her. It built up to her lower abdomen more and more. It got heavier and heavier, hot and raging, until she was involved in an orgasmic panic, “No, umm… lighter, lighter. I want… I want it there.”

She was c*mming. She came hard and fast, struggling and writhing. Tears streamed from her pretty eyes as she moaned out mournfully, saying “no more, no more.” Her voice was catlike and soft, sounding coquettish as she called out to him.

Chen Du was not listening to her fake pleas for mercy. His fingers had made the tender little p*ssy swollen and fat. Her small, fleshy cl*toris stood out like a flower, swollen to the point that the tender red membrane bulged up. It almost seemed as if a squeeze would cause it to burst into droplets. The sensitive pistil was protruding, pumping and dripping nectar outwards. He reassured her falsely, “Soon, it will be soon. Lift your ass up a little. I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle, eh?”

But he pounded it in hard, burning her slutty centre like a red-hot stick. Her flesh opened and closed with bright, vivid colours. He was almost dragging the wet, red flesh out of her hole in one piece. Her noodle-like legs hung in his arms, white, thin, and overwhelmed, jerking violently with every movement.

His hand pulled from the tight petals and slowly reached up to her hazy, tearful eyes. His long fingers, slick with wet, shiny lust, were dripping down from the tips and pooling on his knuckles in a clear, sticky circle. He parted his fingers and a translucent film of water was drawn between his two beautiful finger bones.

He ruffled the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead with a kiss and said, “Look, you’re dripping.” Bringing it to his mouth and probing the tip of his tongue for a lick, he smiled, “Too sweet to taste.”