Chapter 38: The Little Mouth Above Bites Just Like the Little Mouth Below
Sun Jiaojiao's tongue hooked tightly around Xiao Er's, tangling, sucking, simulating the joining of sex organs, sucking him fiercely into her mouth. The bodily fluids exchanged between their two mouths trickled from the corners of their locked lips, pulling out a thin, long, transparent string.
Sun Jiaojiao licked from the tip of his tongue to his upper lip, then from his upper lip to his lower lip, biting him as if she couldn't bear to part.
Xiao Er had never felt this good in his entire life. He couldn't help but curse something in a low voice, in some dialect. Sun Jiaojiao didn't understand, but she vaguely felt... was Xiao Er saying "little slut"?
This low, masculine voice made her rock on his body with even more vigor, as if to prove that she was a slut. Her mouth above hooked Xiao Er's soul, and her hole below also hooked Xiao Er's soul. As if that wasn't enough, she even reached out to pull Xiao Er's hand, rubbing it on her full chest, guiding him to forcefully knead and squeeze her, rubbing her until she cried out wantonly, her entire body almost melting into water...
Xiao Er felt an uncontrollable, warm current inside him about to reach the eye of his penis. He frantically pulled his cock out, not daring to let his filthy thing defile the Young Miss's body.
"Shoot... for me..." Sun Jiaojiao moaned in his ear.
Hearing this vixen's voice, Xiao Er couldn't hold back any longer. He instantly shot inside her.
Xiao Er lay on top of Sun Jiaojiao, his chest muscles pressed tightly against her sweat-drenched breasts. He panted heavily, as if he had almost lost his life on top of her.
Sun Jiaojiao also felt as if she had just returned from another world. She finally came back from her orgasm, reached out, and wrapped her arms tightly around Xiao Er's back, unwilling to part with him.
When they were having sex, she had been too absorbed to pay much attention to the fact that there was something unusual about Xiao Er's back.
Now that she had vented and was feeling good, her hands, holding him, felt several raised, uneven scars. It was no big deal when she wasn't touching them, but the moment she did, even a martial artist like Xiao Er couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, hissing lightly through his gritted teeth.
Sun Jiaojiao was stunned.
What were these... Were they wounds from fighting with the Crown Prince's men?
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