Chapter 169: Heart-Stopping Carriage (3)
The tender flesh of her nipples was soft and delicious. Song Weiyang licked until his whole body burned with heat. He kissed his way down Ji Ning's waist, buried his face at the crease of her thighs, and inhaled deeply. The faint, unique scent drove him even wilder.
Ji Ning's thighs pressed together and twisted, but Song Weiyang slipped his hand between them and parted her legs. He flipped up her hip-hugging skirt and saw the small rose-red panties wrapped in the high-transparency black stockings. His breathing quickened with excitement. Unable to wait, he spread her legs open and sucked Ji Ning's juices directly through the outside of the stockings.
Ji Ning glanced down and immediately threw her head back, shuddering at the lewd sight. With a gush, she squeezed out a flood of fluid.
Song Weiyang stood up, one hand cradling the back of Ji Ning's head as he pressed his lips to hers, the other hand squeezing into her panties and stirring rapidly, making faint squelching sounds.
Ji Ning truly couldn't take it anymore. She dodged Song Weiyang's lips and begged in a soft, tearful voice, "Stop touching, stop touching, just do it directly, okay? I want it…"
Just one wall away, Qin Yanshu heard the trembling, coquettish, and seductive plea for sex. A wicked fire shot through his body.
His emotions were indescribably complex, but his lower body throbbed painfully, beyond his control.
In his heart, he wished he was the one beside Ji Ning, the one touching her, licking her, fucking her. But in reality, he just stood here, not even interrupting them.
Because from the sound of it, Qin Yanshu sensed Ji Ning's happiness and relaxation. He could feel that she was enjoying it now, enjoying it to the point of actively seeking pleasure.
Back in the ancient sandbox, the amnesiac Ji Ning had also taken the initiative with him. Yet even though she had lost her memory, she still couldn't fully let go in front of him.
Next door, judging by the sounds, they had changed positions. One in front, one behind, the atmosphere scorching hot.
Qin Yanshu's narrow phoenix eyes lowered. The harsh line of his lips was still for a moment, then instead curved up into a faint smile.
After that, he gently opened the door and walked out, as if he had never been there.
Livestream comments:
"Pretty Boy Qin leaving dejectedly, my heart aches for him wuwuwu."
"Why did he smile? That smile breaks your heart."
"If this were a romance drama, the Ning-Shu storyline would end in a Bad Ending right here."
"Too bad this is a porn game. The more angst now, the harder the fucking later."
"Commonly known as: 'Lao Qin sheds a tear, Ji Ning pays the bill.'"
The two immersed in passion didn't hear these faint sounds at all.
Song Weiyang took off his jacket and laid it on the toilet lid. He helped Ji Ning kneel one leg on it, cupped her round, perky buttocks, and kneaded them. He kneaded until Ji Ning swayed her hips along with him, arching her body and rubbing directly against his lower body.
Her butt stretched the black stockings until only a hint of color remained, revealing the tender white flesh of her cheeks. Veiled in that layer of haze, it looked incredibly sexy.
Song Weiyang couldn't resist bending down to kiss it, teasing and sucking all over.
He didn't stop until Ji Ning was sobbing and panting.
His fingers hooked the edge of her stockings and panties, yanking them down harshly to the bend of her knees, freeing her already flooded honey pot.
Ji Ning felt like she had changed. In such a cramped space, inconvenient in every way, supported beneath her by nothing but a toilet lid, she was so excited her legs were trembling.
Song Weiyang's behavior had also become rough, completely unlike his usual gentleness and attentiveness. Yet these simple, straightforward actions pushed her to extreme peaks again and again.
His scorching cock, drenched in her slick, urgently squeezed into her body.
That shaft of flesh was just like Song Weiyang himself: shockingly hard, intensely hot, brimming with the arrogance of youth. From the shallow sensitive spots at the entrance, it thrust all the way to the deepest point, pressing and grinding against her itching inner walls until Ji Ning's waist went numb. Wave after wave of tingling pleasure surged through her lower body without pause.
Seeing Ji Ning so lost in pleasure she could barely stay kneeling, Song Weiyang helped her stand up. He hooked her leg back over his thigh. The two of them, tightly interlocked like a wheelbarrow, stood there fucking fiercely and violently.
Song Weiyang's pubic bone slammed against Ji Ning's plump buttocks, making them quiver without stop. He looked down at the scene, his throat tightening. He let out a light pant, thrusting his waist up to plunge deeper and faster.
With such intense thrusting, Ji Ning could even feel Song Weiyang moving behind her in afterimages.
Stimulated until her whole body burned, the almost unbearable pleasure left her both addicted and desperate to escape.
Her body gradually leaned forward, but the little dog fucking her from behind with great enthusiasm noticed. As punishment, he stopped, pulling out slightly to press against her G-spot and grind slowly.
His hand reached around to the front, kneaded Ji Ning's breast, then slid up to support her neck, pulling her back to lean against his chest.
"Why are you running? Can't handle it already?" Song Weiyang asked softly. His slightly hoarse voice tickled from the ear straight to the heart.
Then he chuckled lightly and added, "Or is your time up? Then extend the session. I'll fuck you for another two hundred yuan's worth."
Ji Ning felt like crying from his slow grinding, yet wanted to laugh at his words. After sniffling for a moment, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her lower body involuntarily clenched inward.
"Mn…" Song Weiyang was nearly undone by her tight squeeze. He kneaded her butt to make her relax, then wrapped his arms around her and turned her around, pressing Ji Ning against the wall to fuck her standing up.
Ji Ning couldn't cry out. She bit her lip, whimpering and sobbing. Her mind, blissfully blank, finally managed to spare a thought. Secretly, she mused that today's Song Weiyang was exceptionally dominant, nothing like the familiar little puppy from before. He had become a mad, fierce wolfdog.
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