Chapter 98. After the Glass Window was Pasted with Milk. (h)

For three whole days, they did not leave their room, making love tirelessly in the hotel. From the bed to the sofa, from the balcony to the bathroom, and from day to night, their lower bodies were connected almost all the time. The little p*ssy was plump and red from penetration and was constantly spitting out water. The turned-out l*bia were swollen into two fat, full petals. They were bulging, fair, and pale red. It was so tender that just pinching could make water come out. Chen Du’s coarse fingers twisted her little cl*t back and forth, watching her squ*rt out water as she screamed in disorientation and lust.

His stalk had been soaking in the watery, tight canal all night, and when he pulled it out, it brought out a gurgling torrent of lust that spilled out like a river, blotting a puddle of water from the sheets beneath her.

He chuckled lightly and pecked at her eyelids. “Sister will get wet when she wakes up in the morning.” With the hardness of morning wood, he pushed in again, and Chen Jiashu, who was sleepy and ignorant in the morning, was directly woken up. She was very unhappy. She frowned, snorted a few times, and raised her hand to push him, but for some reason, the d*ck in her hole suddenly became thicker and harder, as if he were inspired. It was throbbing hotly, and he lowered his head and moved emotionally. Kissing her deeply, the young man’s hoarse voice pressed against her ear, “You’re so cute; are you going to tease me to death? Hmm?” He pushed in uncontrollably, as if wanting to kill her. The purple-red stick slapped the delicate p*ssy directly in the centre.

The sheets hadn’t been dry since. Chen Jiashu’s p*ssy, still smeared with last night’s s*men stains, had c*m deep inside again. Fresh, thick, hot c*m was flowing out along the mouth of her p*ssy, so much that it seemed like it would never end, and the two little l*bia were burning.

“Mmmm, hot, so hot, ahhhhh no, no ahhh, ohhhh.” She clenched her p*ssy and arched back, but was pulled back by his grip on her ankles. He grabbed her a*s and poked in, like he wanted to chisel into her body. That appallingly thick thing pounded her out of her mind and made her scream in a daze. With all her sweat and tears, she was f*cked so hard that she was dehydrated. Her voice was hoarse from crying. And she scolded him for being a bastard as she shivered like a bellows. “You’ve been in there all night, and it’s not enough? You’re still coming? If you c*m so much, wouldn’t it kill you?”

He lowered his eyebrows as he was scolded in a muffled voice. He pulled her back in even more fiercely and faster, and he exerted more force on his waist, forcing her to be thrown up. The mouth of the hole splashed her water all over, and it was smashed into white foam by the thick and hot stick. The water dripped around his stalk, making his pubic hair wet and shiny, before it sank back into the delicate, kinky flesh.

“Ah, ah, no! I’m dying, ah. Mmmm, oooh, no, it’s bad. It will break. You’re killing me.”

Chen Jiashu’s waist was twisting to the point of breaking, and her little mouth was moaning and screaming. His fingers poked into her mouth, thrusting and stirring, mimicking his d*ck, and all she could do was moan in a muffled way. Her eyes dripped with pleasure, making him even more excited and unbearable. “Where is it broken? How can it be broken? It’s so tight, even after ten thousand (10,000) f*cks. There’s so much water, hissing and slurping, sucking me again.” He pounded and slammed in a hundred strokes, and his dick head poked into the thin, tender cavity of the womb. He pressed against the deepest part of the soft flesh as he pinched her waist and came inside her. “Ugh,” he sighed contentedly as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

“…” Chen Jiashu was so messed up from his f*cking that she was half unconscious. Her expression was blank, and her two thin, sweaty folds were trembling. Cum dripped from her flared, half-closed p*ssy. The flesh of her p*ssy shrank as she shuddered and sobbed over her shoulders.

Chen Du went up and sniffed her long hair. “Go take a shower and eat afterwards, huh? What do you want to eat? Is shrimp steak okay?”

After a lot of nonsense, they worked from dawn until midmorning. It was almost eleven o’clock when he asked her what she wanted to eat for breakfast. It was a good thing that the pace of life here was slow. Half of the visitors who came and went were leisure tourists, and there were plenty of people who slept in until twelve o’clock and ate brunch. If it had been at school, they would have been hungry and waiting for lunch, discussing in groups whether the teachers would delay the class and whether they could still get their favourite dishes.

Chen Du picked up the landline and ordered his lunch, instinctively hungry under the influence of his biological clock. He hung up the phone, his eyes drifting for a moment. He turned his head, and his eyes fell back on Chen Jiashu. At her flushed, pink body that was resting and her unusually flamboyant face when she was in lust. She was beautiful in every way, driving him crazy at every moment.

After carrying her to take a bath, they got together again after washing. Her snow-white flesh, which added to her natural charms, was glowing red from her orgasm, and she was caught in his arms. Her slender, fair legs curled up and down in the water.

He stroked her blue and purple love marks, slender and bony buttocks, and thin back with two waist dimples. The rear entry was extremely deep. His stuff muddled its way all the way into her womb, such a small cavity of flesh, muddled up like a balloon, her belly bulging with c*m as if she were pregnant.

He had no idea what it would be like for Chen Jiashu to be pregnant, perhaps for the rest of her life. They couldn’t have children between them, and he was even less likely to let her have children with another man. So he had to pump her full of c*m, injecting it repeatedly, and fill her womb with his sp*rm. Then, he would lift her a*s, open her up, and force the sperm out, somehow satisfying his perverted and delusional desires to some extent.

The little red p*ssy was gurgling with sp*rm as her bulge slowly regained its flatness. It looked as if they had just had a baby.

Chen Du’s breathing heated up and became ragged. His hot eyes darted around Chen Jiashu’s body as the warm water rose from the bottom of the tub. The foggy vapour rushed through the bathroom along with the fresh scent of sea salt. The abnormal rush of youthful excitement smothered his mouth and nose, warming his blood. His dick bounced out from underneath.

Chen Jiashu lay drowsy in the bathtub, waiting for Chen Du to wash her hair and bathe her, unknowing what was about to happen. Suddenly, the whole person rushed forward, splashing a big wave of water and pouring it on her face. She coughed continuously, with a frightened expression, and shouted at him, “Chen Du!”

Her whole face was submerged in the water, her eyes shining brightly, and her beautiful, angry face easily igniting the fire in Chen Du’s heart. He laughed harshly. Her beautiful white ankles were picked up by him. Chen Jiashu was hanging almost upside down from his waist. “Ah! What are you doing? Ah.”

“I’m f*cking you.” He got to his feet, grabbed her by the waist, and f*cked her until she cried, screamed, and squ*rted out water. He made her scream for him and asked her to squ*rt again for him. Look at her, the demure and cool Chen Jiashu, twisting like a siren beneath her brother.

After a round of work in the bathtub, Chen Jiashu was picked up and pressed into the shower room to be f*cked. Chen Du f*cked her from behind, pinched her soft and narrow waist—his hips were tightly attached to her hips—and f*cked her against the wall. A pair of clear, white, and tender bre*sts and tender red n*pples were printed on the glass wall. The bre*sts swayed wildly around the red spot, and the two palm prints above kept patting and scratching. The two figures behind the wall piled up and bumped up and down. Chen Jiashu shook her head desperately. She couldn’t see what was in front of her through the glass; she seemed blind. “No, it’s swollen, ah, ah, lighten up, cough cough, slow, slow”

The wet, red, tender p*ssy between her thighs was swollen. The stalk of his whip dragged the tender flesh out a little and pushed it back in. Their lower bodies were driven by pleasure, and her water kept flowing. The lustful water was splashing, and it looked like he was trying to drain her dry. He slapped her ass to make her pout a little more. The air was filled with the woman’s moans, the man’s low gasps, and the sound of flesh against flesh.

Chen Jiashu squ*rted again. She had already squ*rted twice, and her vagina was so sore that it was paralysed. Her nerves became numb, and Chen Du kept feeding her water. At first, she thought he was afraid she was thirsty until the familiar whistle sounded in her ears again. When she was carried to the toilet again, she knew he had no good intentions at all. She was so angry that her eyes burst into tears. “Son of a b*tch! You are heartless! Why don’t you f*cking piss yourself! “

“Shhh,” Chen Du whistled and smiled in the mirror. “Be obedient, sister. I’ll watch you pee.” The following disrespectful words made both of them blush with excitement.

Chen Du, a shameless pervert, had deliberately pulled the glass door on one side, which had a full body mirror facing the toilet. Chen Jiashu wanted to call him a pervert but felt that the person who had come up with this hidden design was even more perverted.

She couldn’t escape anyway. The more she twisted her waist, the more she wanted to pee. The hot, iron-like fleshy stalk kept nailing into her body, piling up against her cervix, and the intense pleasure washed over her fragile nerves. Her narrow channel jerked and contracted, and the urge to pee rushed from her bladder to her whole body. Her eyes widened helplessly as the soreness in her lower body turned into a sharp, aching pain. The shameful feeling of incontinence hit her urethra, and she clamped down on Chen Du’s arm in a death grip, both legs struggling and kicking in mid-air as she gritted her teeth, “Ah, no, I have to pee, I have to pee ahhhhhh!”

As the urine gushed out, a sense of desperation rose up, and Chen Jia Shu was trapped in a collapse of pleasure. Her lower body spasmed, and she came. White flashed before her swollen and sour eyes.

She peed a lot. A long, thin column hit the walls of the toilet, then gradually dwindled down. The urethra gradually closed, leaving only a little drip, as if she were leaking. Chen Du went even further and rocked her gently, tapping her on the back of her buttocks, treating her like a child who urinated at night.

She fell into the arms behind her. Her face was dripping red in the mirror, and there was a mess between her legs. She was sobbing and wishing she could shrink into a ball.

“Peeing so much, huh?” Chen Du laughed and carried her back. “Sister’s stomach can really hold it. It’s great.” He complimented her heartily and immediately received a beating.

Chen Jiashu grabbed him by the ears and punched him, rubbing her tears and saliva all over his face, slapping him on the head, and cursing him shamelessly.

After almost an hour in one shower, Chen Jiashu laid on her new dry bed. Chen Du held a hair dryer to dry her hair, and her face was buried in the covers, refusing to get out.

“Stay away from me.” After a moment, she added, “Call me for dinner.”

The hair dryer continued to whistle as Chen Du kneeled by the bed and looked down at her. He felt as if he were sick. Obviously, Chen Jiashu was a year older than him, yet he always felt that she had grown up after him. She must have come from some indispensable part of his body; otherwise, how could he be so inseparable from her that he would die without her?

He put down the hairdryer and slowly fell back, wrapping his arms around her thin waist from behind, like a rib cage, and caressing her warmly against the flesh.

He pressed her against his waist, between his ribs, and felt a little more whole at last.