Chapter 88. Chen Jiashu, do you have a heart? (h)

Chen Jiashu was held down by her waist. Her a*s was arched up and pouting, and the purple-black, thick, red thing pounded into her body, upsetting wave after wave of fair flesh, the coarse. His prickly, curling pubic hairs stuck into the congested, bright red mouth of her p*ssy again and again. The numbness made her clench her a*s and shrink upwards, before being dragged back without question. Chen Du’s eyes were filled with possessiveness as he snapped her a*s and pounded her hard.

“Mmmmmm …… Ahhh …… No, it’s so deep mmm, gently, wait, wait mmm ……” Chen Jiashu was f*cked to the point of falling apart. Her voice broke, her bre*sts and hips swayed, and she was on her tiptoes, almost unable to hang on, “Damn pervert! Shame on you… um.. you like taking advantage of people’s baths that much ……” She was made to stand every time, and it tired her to death.

The two of them stood one in front of the other, one ambling, one standing. Chen Jiashu’s upper body was bent downward. Chen Du lifted her leg onto his arm and entered her from behind.

Her p*ssy was a wet mess, and the bouncy, moist tunnel was like a meat vacuum. It was hot and tight, wrapping around his big rod and sucking and clamping. Creamy, it was so creamy. He pounded in diagonally, and after dozens and hundreds of quick strokes in and out, he pinched her waist and slammed in the first wave of c*m against the deepest pot of her flesh.

The milky s*men spurted twice. Chen Jiashu clutched the tap and slumped over the sink with a muffled moan, like a fish on a plate, stiffening her back against his powerful wave of c*m.

She was splashing with lust down below, tearing up above, and covered in fine sweat. The flesh of her p*ssy was turned outward by the f*ck, so wet it was a mess. She cried in a faint, sobbing voice, “No more, no more …… Oh, it’s so hot, it’s killing me ……”

Chen Du wrapped one hand around Chen Jiashu’s slender waist and let her upper body ease off his d*ck a little, but the lower body closed in even tighter. His head squeezed into the hottest and deepest cavity of her uterus and pushed against that piece of charming flesh in circles, turning around.

It was so soft, so tender, so suffocatingly tight, and like a goblin, it ate the essence and captured the soul. It was still a wonderfully sensual cave. Chen Du’s breath that had just subsided rose again, and his freshly c*mmed d*ck became erect again, choking the flesh of her c*nt and slowly pumping it against the small, pulp-filled flesh.

Chen Jiashu still had a bubble of sp*rm in her p*ssy, and her eyes were filled with tears as she turned her head to glare at him with teary eyes, cursing hatefully, “You’re f*cking hard again? Didn’t you just c*m? Aren’t you done, Chen Du?”

She put one hand back and wrapped her arms around Chen Du’s neck, pinching her nails into his flesh, cursing with her teeth and gnashing her teeth as she sucked and gnawed. Chen Du’s d*ck pounded in and out behind her with a frequency. His two sacs were swollen and purple from their session, slapping against her buttocks with c*m. The sinewy flesh of his d*ck rippled out from the top and forked in all directions, extending like a tree branch to her womb.

Her buttocks were flushed red, as if they had been beaten by a meat stick. The joint between the two of them continued to spatter with turbid, white s*men as they were thrusting. She was paralysed, softly unloading in his arms. She had no strength to roll her eyes. Her nose was red, and tears were shed in a hoarse voice. She didn’t even know what she was scolding.

Crazy, crazy, she is going to be f*cked crazy, and Chen Du’s eyes are even more dry and red. Wave after wave of c*m muscled into her tender, narrow womb. It was really endless. The walls of her womb were washed in a constant wave of heat, scalding her uterine cavity into spasms. It pressed her stomach upward as if she was pregnant. Chen Du lovingly stroked it, as if it were not just his c*m but their shared child.

The white sp*rm filled hole could not be closed, and when he pressed gently against her belly, sp*rm flowed out. Chen Du spurted c*m in the sacred ground where she had never been conceived, and it became a self-contained satisfaction that only he had been here, that it had only been marked by him.

Chen Du took her by the waist and turned her over, lowering his head to kiss her. He lowered his eyes to see her eyes, drenched in tears of passion. Her flushed, young white face and her feminine resting position beneath him in ecstasy and debauchery, it was like a lone wolf looking at the moon in the water and yet not.

He kissed her carefully and delicately, removing the beads of sweat from her forehead, from her temples to the arch of her brow, slowly moving to her thin eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally to her lips. He traced the graceful shape of her lips with the tip of his tongue, palming one bre*st and caressing her left bre*st. “Chen Jiashu, do you have a heart?”

TLN: The main story finishes in 20 chapters, and we are about to hit the climax in a few. Are you excited?