Chapter 37: Madhouse (4)
Ji Ning lay on the bed with her legs intertwined. After this half-round of sex, her arms had been reddened by Jiang Ting's grip, her nightgown was disheveled, and the strap had slipped off her shoulder.
Her face was still flushed with lingering arousal, her eyes moist, making her look like a shattered rose battered by a rainstorm.
No matter how cold-blooded a man was, seeing this sight would stir a measure of tenderness.
Jiang Ting was no exception. But more than tenderness, the stronger impulse was the desire to bully her even more fiercely.
Seeing Jiang Ting's cock now, Ji Ning finally understood why the sensation of him entering her felt so peculiar.
It wasn't just thick and long; it was also highly curved upwards, the shaft arching proudly.
With such exceptional natural gifts, it was no wonder that even the mere act of insertion was unbearably intense.
Looking up along that exotic member, she saw Jiang Ting's model-like physique hidden beneath his clothes. Not an ounce too much or too little, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, brimming with power.
In particular, he possessed a pair of legs that were impossible to ignore, the space between them sticky with ambiguous water and fluid, looking utterly lewd.
Jiang Ting normally didn't mind anyone's gaze, yet being stared at by her made him feel somewhat strange inside.
His hands followed his thoughts. He grasped her waist and legs, flipping her over to lie on her stomach.
Then, Jiang Ting braced his arms and covered her body with his own.
"Does he really dislike me?" Ji Ning suddenly began to wonder.
This was the second time, and Jiang Ting still had her facing away from him. It was either because he preferred doggy style, or he simply didn't want to see her face.
Considering Jiang Ting's icy personality, Ji Ning felt the likelihood of the second reason overwhelmingly crushed the first.
It wasn't that she was calculating about their male-female relationship, but since they had become partners, a more harmonious dynamic would certainly be more beneficial for clearing the instance.
But very quickly, Ji Ning had no more room for thought.
Just like that, Jiang Ting entered her body with her lying prone and him kneeling behind.
An indescribable, brand-new sensation of comfort swept through her body.
"Ah…" Ji Ning let out a long moan.
Behind her, Jiang Ting also gasped lowly.
Because Ji Ning's legs were pressed together, her pussy was squeezed tightly shut, making her inside exceptionally constricted.
This position also piled the flesh of her buttocks together, pressing against Jiang Ting's abdominal muscles. The contrast in their skin tones made the sight especially stimulating to the eye.
Jiang Ting couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight. The lust consuming his rationality reddened the rims of his eyes.
His hands gripped the waist of the person beneath him, and he began thrusting heavily.
Ji Ning had never imagined that such a simple position could bring such immense stimulation!
She was fucked until she felt both numb and tingly, yet incredibly gratified. Her cries became increasingly urgent and high-pitched.
The place where they joined was tight yet slick, and along with the loud sound of slapping against her buttocks, it stirred up wet, drenched sounds.
To ensure the authenticity of her identity, Ji Ning used the last shreds of her rationality to stop herself from saying anything other than moans.
But really, she wanted so badly to say, slow down, it's too deep!
That sensitive spot inside her, which was usually hard to find, was like easily plucked fruit in Jiang Ting's hands. Every thrust and pull rubbed against it, grinding her in a way that was both agonizing and blissful.
She felt like a puddle of soft mud, kneaded and molded by him however he pleased.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure came without pause. Ji Ning felt like her body was about to overflow, her pussy starting to grow hot and sore, ready to gush forth at any moment.
Her moans became more and more hurried.
Knowing she was about to come again, Jiang Ting sighed inwardly at how easily she was fucked into submission.
He suddenly wanted to keep her hanging, to punish her just a little.
Ji Ning felt herself already on the very edge, her fingers clutching the bedsheet turning slightly white.
At that moment, the person behind her suddenly slowed down.
Her pleasure receded like a tide, leaving her hanging in suspense, her insides itching with unbearable frustration.
Ji Ning thought Jiang Ting had unknowingly ejaculated and was done. But in the next instant, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and with their lower bodies still connected, they sat up.
Jiang Ting sat on the bed, and Ji Ning sat on top of Jiang Ting. The position changed from doggy style to cowgirl. Furthermore, Ji Ning was facing away from him, towards his lower body, sitting in reverse.
Jiang Ting even propped her feet open to both sides, making her sit completely down onto him.
Ji Ning had never experienced a position like this, but as Jiang Ting started moving, she was so comfortable that her pussy no longer felt like her own.
Because of the pleasure, it had produced so much sticky, slick nectar that coated the base of Jiang Ting's shaft, then flowed down onto his testicles. With the rocking of their thrusts, it slapped against her vulva again and again.
Such intense pleasure was unprecedented. Even long afterward, Ji Ning would still remember the sensation of this moment.
She braced herself on Jiang Ting's legs, bouncing and jolting as she sat on him. Her breasts swayed relentlessly from the fierce thrusting, and her pussy was filled full, relentlessly stimulated at its most sensitive point. She felt so good that even her waist was numb and tingling.
Jiang Ting fucked her like this for a long, long time. At the moment he came, the sigh he let out made even her ears itch.
When he ejaculated, his cock would tremble violently, pouring spurt after spurt of white fluid into her pussy.
That taste was something even the most vivid wet dreams had never offered.
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