Chapter 530

"Xiao Zhao, didn't you promise to only kiss me once? Why are you still doing it?... Uh... you're making my neck so itchy." Su Qing felt his tongue tip lightly tapping her chin and the area under her jaw, as if someone were lightly brushing her skin with a strand of hair. It was too itchy, too itchy. This itchiness spread to other parts of her body, and she felt a tingling sensation before she knew it. Especially when his mouth followed the path down her fair neck to the two high, snowy peaks, the itchiness was truly unbearable. She grabbed and touched the sofa randomly for a while, then lifted her arms and placed them slowly on his back, wandering aimlessly.

"Su Qing, I want to kiss you." He said while kissing down her neck, his hands holding her back and stroking her gently through the silky pajamas.

Su Qing's hands moved along his sturdy back to his head, applying light pressure to push his head downward.

With the help of her force, he kissed her fair neck bit by bit, moving his mouth all the way to the low-cut neckline of her pajamas. He freed one hand to gently tug at the strap on her shoulder, and the soft pajamas slid down her jade-like arms, piling up straight onto her soft, willow-like waist.

Su Qing's body felt as if it were on fire; she felt hot and soft all over. The strength in her body seemed to vanish instantly, and she leaned limply against the sofa, emitting low, pleasurable moans from her nostrils and throat.

Su Qing held his head as she leaned against the sofa, her two legs already rubbing against each other involuntarily. After rubbing for a while, she couldn't help but lift them and wrap them around his waist. The hem of her silky pajama dress slid from the tops of her thighs and piled up at her waist, leaving her entire body covered only by the pajamas bunched at her waist.

Su Qing murmured as she pressed his head downward, moving it bit by bit along her smooth belly. Her two long, white legs climbed onto his neck, adding another flame to his passion.

His tongue skills had long since reached perfection from practicing on numerous women; he combined speed with slowness, and lightness with heaviness.

Su Qing said in a faint, breathless voice, lifting her two legs to place them on either side of her face. Su Qing untied the bath towel from his waist and pulled it off gently.

He arranged her on the sofa, letting her lean back, while he stood on the floor, spreading her snow-white legs apart and pressing them against his body. On her flushed face, her watery eyes were filled with tenderness and charm.