Xiang Chen could feel her pleading stare from a distance, but his legs stayed rooted in place as if they were filled with lead. He watched her breasts sway sensually; her nipples stiffen into red peaks under Zhao Zixun’s gentle twists and pulls; and finally, he watched her pussy clamp nervously around Zhao Zixun’s thick penis.
Zhao Zixun’s lovemaking became more fervent, more intense. He suddenly pinched her clit and shot his seed inside of her.
Bai Zhi’s entire body convulsed, her nipples stood tall. Zhao Zixun had screwed her into oblivion, and it was all witnessed by Xiang Chen. She felt a deep sense of mortification and shame.
A mixture of her love juices and semen oozed from between her swollen petals—petals which had long burgeoned open and were now quivering, unable to close. The cocktail of their fluids dripped between the valley of her buttocks and dribbled onto the floor.
Her eyes lost focus, and she no longer looked towards Xiang Chen.
Zhao Zixun turned her around and once again covered her body with his own. His eyes swept in Xiang Chen’s direction…
But that spot was already empty.
Zhao Zixun allayed the suspicion pulling at his heart. He looked back at the fragile female beneath him. His pride swelled seeing her body soft and completely spent. He stared at her open petals without blinking an eye. He reached out and gently pulled them apart even more. He scratched at her sensitive pearl, forcing her towards an even higher state of arousal.
Bai Zhi’s previous climax hadn’t washed over yet. Zhao Zixun’s renewed torment made her pussy contract harder. The violent intensity of the pleasure caused her toes to curl. Wave upon wave of a new orgasm began to build.
Zhao Zixun’s eyes darkened. He swallowed, and his lips suddenly covered the spot where his fingers had just been. He lightly pulled and kissed and sucked her there.
“Yaaa—!” Bai Zhi screamed, her voice full of unbridled lust. Her tender, lissome thighs clamped shut around Zhao Zixun’s head.
He pushed apart her legs slightly and continued his assault on her delicate flesh. His rough tongue burnished her pearl to a wet sheen. She was hypersensitive and hyper-aroused; she couldn’t withstand another wave of pleasure. She sobbed and begged for mercy, “No more…… Zhao Zixun…… Wuwuwu……”
However, he did not stop; instead, he increased the strength of his tongue until she was no longer coherent. Her body was like a small boat at sea—helplessly pulled by the ebb and flow of her desire.
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She had a sneaking suspicion that Xiang Chen hadn’t really left.
It was just her gut speaking; she didn’t have any proof.
The warm lights in the room bathed the man and woman in a velvety glow. The open bath was spacious and unoccupied. Occasional ripples disturbed the surface of the otherwise calm water.
“I want to soak for a little longer,” Bai Zhi told Zhao Zixun. Her voice was tinged with a post-orgasmic languidness.
Zhao Zixun nodded. He caressed her cheek and gave her a light peck, “Okay, I’m going out for a smoke. I’ll keep watch so that no one else will come in. You can find me when you’re finished here.”
“Okay,” Bai Zhi agreed softly. She thought for a little bit, then kissed his lightly stubbled cheek in return. His mood lifted immediately.
He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, pressed his lips over hers, and kissed her deeply.
She was kissed breathless—her legs went soft, and the two buds on her chest hardened into stiff points. The man let her go but playfully teased, “It was just a quick kiss, but you’re wet again, eh?”
Bai Zhi pushed his chest, embarrassed, “G-Go away. I want to bathe.”
Zhao Zixun chuckled low, “I’ll let you relax first, I’ll finish you off when we go back.” He gave her another peck on her lips this time, then left the bathroom.
Zhao Zixun was gone.
Bai Zhi’s face was still flushed. When they were together, Zhao Zixun always bullied and harassed her in all sorts of ways. He made her feel shy and embarrassed… And whenever she was embarrassed, he always looked extremely happy.
She remembered what she had planned to do. She picked up her bathrobe and slowly draped it over her naked body; the thick white cloth gradually concealed her womanly assets.
“Xiang Chen?” she called out softly to the empty bath.
The sound echoed in the otherwise silent room.
She waited patiently.
A slight noise came from a corner of the room. Soon after, the youth stepped out from behind the bend. His head was lowered, and his eyes avoided hers. He didn’t dare look directly into her eyes for fear of revealing his gaze full of lust and longing. He stared down at the bare ankles peeking out from under her robe.
Her toes curled involuntarily, and she couldn’t help but shiver.
The boy’s originally pale skin took on a little color. His naturally curly hair was damp with sweat and stuck to the sides of his face. His throat bobbed slightly, and his expression was dazed.
“Xiang Chen,” she called again.
The boy started as if woken from a dream and met her gaze.
“I…” His voice was hoarse. He wanted to speak, but he didn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to apologize or act ignorant? Or was he supposed to… Another bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He took a step back and vigorously shook his head to clear his thoughts.
“Xiang Chen, come here.”
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