Chapter 210: Despair Casino (7)
Song Weiyang carried Ji Ning's box in his hand. The moment he entered the room, he set the box down and pressed Ji Ning against the door, kissing her.
Perhaps because he had been longing for this for so long, he hummed with satisfaction as he kissed, like a puppy pouncing on someone and eagerly licking their face.
Ji Ning was too sleepy to be clear-headed, and with him sucking and teasing her lips and tongue so fiercely, she grew dizzy and lightheaded from lack of oxygen, unable to even stand steadily.
Song Weiyang kissed his fill one-sidedly, then released Ji Ning. His voice had changed tone, his clear voice turning husky with desire: "This sleepy? Do you still want to do it?"
Ji Ning's clothes were disheveled from his touch, and a wave of heat and trembling pulsed below. She was caught between wanting to sleep and craving his body.
She leaned her whole weight onto Song Weiyang, tugging at his collar and popping the buttons one by one, revealing the fair, lean, and toned young body beneath.
Song Weiyang hadn't heard an answer. His hand wandered to Ji Ning's bottom and kneaded it as he leaned close to her ear to tempt her: "You just have to lie there. I'll lick you, okay? Do you want me to lick your little pussy? It'll feel really good."
Just listening to him speak, Ji Ning couldn't resist the temptation, a gush of fluid already seeping out. Her lower back went weak in waves.
She tilted her head up, wrapping her arms around Song Weiyang's neck: "Then take off your clothes, but keep the bow tie on, okay?"
"Deal!" How simple was that? Song Weiyang agreed crisply, his whole body brimming with energy.
He bent down, effortlessly scooped Ji Ning up in his arms, and laid her on the bed. Kneeling on one knee at the foot of the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the collar free from the bow tie so that his upper body was left with only the butterfly knot, like wearing a collar.
Then, he lifted Ji Ning's calf and carefully removed her complicated shoes.
Ji Ning lay there watching him, her gaze practically unable to tear away from Song Weiyang's gentle and obedient face.
It was clearly just a bow tie around his neck, yet it felt even sexier to her than full nudity.
After taking off her shoes, Song Weiyang kissed a trail from the top of her foot all the way up to the slit of her skirt at the top of her thigh, making her feel both ticklish and numb. She twisted her legs to evade his lips.
Song Weiyang didn't forcibly hold her down; he simply moved with her. Wherever she dodged, he followed. Before she knew it, Ji Ning's skirt had been pushed open, revealing the white thong underneath.
Ji Ning was so ticklish she giggled out loud, unable to hold it in.
The laughter pierced through the wall panels, reaching the next room, especially noticeable in the silence.
Yan Qiao leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, expressionlessly listening to the familiar, charming laughter. He seemed utterly indifferent, as if he heard nothing, but in reality, it was nothing like casual rest with closed eyes.
The next moment, the laughter abruptly turned into a startled gasp, then changed tone, softening into moans, each one more delicate than the last.
A man's satisfied, gratified sighs and light pants mingled within, dyeing the very air a suggestive pink.
Yan Qiao shifted his position, crossing his legs and nestling into the sofa, the tip of his tongue licking the point of his canine tooth.
He felt a slight urge to accelerate the plan's progress.
This Song Weiyang, his luck was too good; it always made him jealous.
Livestream comments:
"Good lord, this hotel's soundproofing is practically non-existent."
"Why does King Yama Qiao get even more excited listening to people having sex through the wall?"
"What scheme is he cooking up now?"
"Plotting how to steal someone's girl."
"Listening at the wall while thinking about stealing someone's girl, that's so you, King Yama Qiao."
…
Ji Ning gripped the bedsheets tightly. Song Weiyang's tongue lapped back and forth, licking meticulously, then flicked rapidly across her tender outer skin. The attentive service licked her mind completely blank. Her waist unconsciously arched up high, meeting Song Weiyang's mouth with a slight grind.
Song Weiyang rose up, pressed down on her, and lowered his head to kiss her lips, his chest shaking with a soft laugh: "Not sleepy anymore?"
Ji Ning was addicted and not yet satisfied. She lifted her head to meet his kiss and shook her head.
"Then let's try a new, more exciting position." Song Weiyang pulled back, wrapped his arm around Ji Ning's waist, and flipped her over, making her lie on the bed with her bottom raised.
Then he lay down on the bed, slipped between Ji Ning's legs, and positioned himself beneath her bottom, licking upwards.
Now, Ji Ning was practically sitting on Song Weiyang's face. The moment she moved, she would press down on his mouth, and her body immediately felt as electrified as if shocked, unbearably stimulated.
"Ah… Weiyang… let's not do it like this, okay… mm… it's too intense." Ji Ning begged for mercy repeatedly.
Song Weiyang's tongue lapped rapidly, circling and grinding against Ji Ning's swollen, sensitive labia and clitoris, licking with audible, wet sounds.
"No, just like this. See, you're dripping so much, your body is so honest."
Because of this angle, her nectar pooled forward, gathering in the crevice of her flesh, and Song Weiyang swept it all into his mouth without wasting a single drop.
After speaking, his hands gripped Ji Ning's bottom and helped her move, grinding in large motions.
"Ah ah… it's too intense, wuwu…" Ji Ning came from the pleasure, crying out. With a great arch of her back, she clamped her thighs around Song Weiyang's head, trembling as she squirted quite a bit of sweet, clear fluid.
At this moment, all reserve and shame had flown to the far corners of the sky. Ji Ning crawled onto Song Weiyang's body, her bottom grinding down onto his lower half again and again: "Weiyang, I want it inside, it's so itchy…"
Song Weiyang had guessed she would like this, but he hadn't expected this kind of bonus effect.
Being solicited for sex made his entire body jolt, as if he had boundless energy. He immediately wrapped his arms around Ji Ning and rolled onto his side, lifting one of her legs and entering her from the side.
His waist was both flexible and powerful, thrusting and grinding, the head of his cock slowly rubbing against the itching, sensitive flesh inside Ji Ning.
Both of them were driven wild with pleasure, one moaning delicately, the other panting urgently and sexily.
The sensation today was especially intense. After a round of side-entry fucking that had Ji Ning grinding and begging for mercy, Song Weiyang, still not satisfied, sat up and knelt, gripping her pair of pale legs and thrusting hard and deep.
The bed shook with his movements, disturbing the peace of everyone in the four adjacent rooms—above, below, left, and right.
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