Chapter 86

"Mm…" Still panting, her red lips were suddenly kissed by someone, fed a mouthful of clear, sweet liquid. The parched lips, tongue, and mouth, once meeting sweet dew, gave rise to even more craving. He Lele actively sucked Season's lips, her lilac tongue eagerly slipping into his mouth, hoping to seize more sweet nectar.

Season savored He Lele's rare initiative, holding her smooth waist with all the tenderness and affection he could muster, deeply entwining his tongue with hers. His rod, which had only just finished not long ago, quickly engorged and stiffened again, pressing against the root of her thigh…

"Mm…" Unable to get more liquid, He Lele stopped sucking his lips, aggrievedly opening her misty eyes.

Season gazed at her indulgently with a smile, got up, took a sip of water, and continued to feed her mouth-to-mouth. Although he was always gentle with bedmates, she was the first one who could make him go this far and still die willingly for it.

After being fed several mouthfuls, He Lele finally woke up completely, but seeing the man's Gao Ang-erect giant rod right before her eyes, she wished she could faint again! He—he couldn't have just—just finished once, right?

"Want more?" Season sat on the edge of the bed holding a water cup, his gaze lingering fascinated over her naked body.

"…" Was he asking about the water or…? To be safe, He Lele shook her head, her sore, limp arms struggling to prop up her upper body as she sat up.

"Not drinking anymore?" Season seemed a little disappointed as he looked at the water cup in his hand, but the next second, a purely "just-what-I-wanted" smile climbed up the corners of his mouth and brows, "Then… come eat me!"

"Ah—no, mm…"

The poor little red riding hood was once again pounced on and eaten by the big bad wolf, yet the big bad wolf claims the little red riding hood "ate" him. Is this an age-old injustice, or the guilty party filing first?

Scattered on the floor, the inner and outer garments of the young man and woman; the bedsheets in disarray, damp and wrinkled everywhere; the naked, entwined youthful bodies pressed together, rhythmically moving without rest.

The woman knelt weakly on the bed on all fours; if not for her abdomen being lifted by the man's large palm, she would have long since collapsed into a heap of boneless, soft flesh.

The thick, long rod was still tirelessly thrusting into her hidden cave, sometimes shallowly entering and slowly grinding, sometimes deeply pounding and heavily jabbing. The large hand supporting her body kept plucking at the pearl outside the cave, making her weep coquettishly. What was even more detestable, his other hand was playfully circling around her rosebud, occasionally lightly poking at that tightly closed bud-heart—who knew what lewd scheme he was plotting.

Season lowered his head to watch his own blue-veined, bulging purple-red furious dragon thrusting in and out of her enchanting pink cave in large strokes. Under his exploration, the honey-cave overflowed with lewd juices, splashing from time to time with his thrusts, the scene utterly lewd. The little rosebud under his finger was petite and cute, trembling as it tightly contracted, with nowhere to hide, enduring his molestation—pitiful yet adorable enough to drive him mad! In the past he had no interest in the rear flower, but now… he only wanted to thoroughly taste every single part of her body! Too bad he never expected to bed a woman in the apartment, had no lubricant, and didn't know if it would hurt her, so he could only truly wait for "next time."

Another lethal wave of pleasure signals came from the tailbone; if not for seeing she truly couldn't take anymore, he really didn't want to just spill out like this.

"Sweetheart, come on, squirt one more time." Bending down, pressing close to her delicate buttocks and spine, Season half-coaxed, half-commanded in He Lele's ear.

"No, don't…"

"Be good, listen." As his waist accelerated with fierce thrusts, Season reached for that moist, round red bean, flicked it with his bent finger again and again—

"Ahhhhhhh—"

"Ugh…" Assaulted by the surging hot tide, gently strangled by the wave-cave, the breathtakingly exquisite sensation impacted him until he was nearly soul-detached. Season let out a hoarse, low growl in He Lele's ear and wildly released himself.

After a long while, Season only then let out a satisfied sigh and rose from He Lele's back, removing the condom and tossing it aside.

Surprised she hadn't actually died in bed yet, He Lele laboriously turned over, reaching her arm toward the water cup on the nightstand.

Season turned back, saw this, and with another carefree, dashing smile, picked up the water cup, drank it all in one gulp, then covered her red, tender lips and slowly fed it to her…

After one mouthful, He Lele licked her lips with lingering desire, which made Season's wolfish nature flare up. He kissed her thoroughly for a long while, until she was gasping for breath and struggling desperately, before reluctantly releasing her lips.

Listening to her delicate gasps, Season couldn't help but praise: "That kid Qin definitely doesn't know that your 'singing' in bed is hundreds, thousands of times more beautiful than in the recording studio."

Slap!

Season's smiling, dashing handsome face was slapped to one side.

Author's note:

It's scorching!! Room temperature 32!!!

Actually Jiangshan blowing the AC feels uncomfortable~~ so if she can use a fan, she uses a fan~~ but she really couldn't stand it anymore~~~ turned on the AC but couldn't sleep well~~ when taking a shower at night they cut off the water!! Sisters, cutting off the water when I'm covered in foam, what is that about?!!!!

Another 2100+ chapter… it's hard to break up meaty chapters

Starting tomorrow I'll run the plot and post earlier, then thank everyone together~~ If it's any later the girls will probably think Jiangshan has heatstroke and died……

☆, Chapter 89 Nowhere Clean

While Season was stunned by her sudden slap, He Lele bit her lip and got out of bed, her limbs trembling yet composed as she put on her pajamas.

"Please open the door for me." A distant, cold tone.

"…Which word, which phrase didn't you like hearing?" Season turned his head to look at He Lele, his eyes full of gloom.

"…"

Season stood up, walked in front of He Lele, pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head, "'That kid Qin'? You like him? So you don't want to hear his name in another man's bed? Or 'singing in bed'? Don't like this elegant way of putting it? Like hearing others say you moan, wail, groan, lewdly cry out? 'Recording studio'? Did something happen to you in a recording studio? What happened? Rape or gang rape? It can't be because I said you're 'beautiful,' right?"

Season's tone was full of malicious frivolity, "But… it really is beautiful."

He reached straight into her pajama pants, hooked and scratched at her still moist, slippery slit. Seeing her cold-eyed and completely unmoved, he angrily dug two fingers into the honey-cave, hooked, and with a sudden upward lift, flung her back onto the half-damp bed.

"Wailing lewdly all night, and only now you think to play the chaste wife and martyr—you don't think that's a bit late?"

Tenderness gone, the furious giant python within his rage invaded the delicate little cave without mercy, thrusting left and right inside the constantly wriggling flesh-cave in the way that satisfied him most, violently and brutally grinding against layer upon layer of cave-flesh.

He Lele opened her unfocused eyes, tightly closed her Yaguan, and a bitter smile floated onto her lips—how pathetic, even forced lovemaking, but… as long as the erogenous zones are stimulated, as long as it's wet enough, as long as there's friction… there will be pleasure.