ENC 67-68 (H)

Chapter 67: Playing with Br*asts (H)

A tingling sensation spread across her chest, and she whimpered, pouting, “Don’t believe you… you just know how to sweet-talk me with your slick tongue.”

She didn’t know if this was good or bad—

Whenever she was in a bad mood, he would always coax her with sweet words, making her forget everything in the process.

“If it’s not attractive, why would I be so reluctant to let go? Hmm?”

Skillfully, Wēi Shí undid the buttons of her nightgown, revealing a simple patterned, flesh-colored bra.

He leaned over her shoulder, overlooking the two towering peaks carved from soft jade and the deep valley between them.

He silently watched, his gaze darkening, breathing becoming heavier.

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Unwillingly, she wriggled in his arms, the two soft, plump br*asts generating layers of white waves.

“No~ don’t~” he said playfully, using a single finger to easily unhook the bra behind her.

The two br*ast globes broke free from their restraint, exposing most of the br*ast flesh, with only the two n*pples shyly hiding in the bra.

He used the back of his hand to lift the lower edge of her br*ast, and the alluring, tender red buds playfully peeked out from above the bra.

He caressed the budding flower, and she immediately tensed, her n*pples swelling with arousal.

“Just the two of us at home, why are you still wearing a bra? Hm, don’t you find it uncomfortable?”

He had wanted to say this for a while.

Shen Shuman usually wore a bra, even when sleeping at night, at most just unfastening the back buttons. Unlike her, he was more considerate, worrying that she might feel uncomfortable and would kindly help her take it off, often adding a massage of acupoints—

In short, he was just teasing her.

“If I don’t wear it, my bre*sts will bounce.”

When going up and down stairs, or when moving quickly, if her movements were a bit larger, her chest would sway in all directions, causing her br*ast pain.

Moreover, letting her take off her bra in front of him, this… even as conservative as she was, she still couldn’t completely let go.

“Well, isn’t running exhausting?” Wēi Shí said as he helped her take off her upper garment.

“Yeah, that’s why you have to wear a sports bra~ Mm…”

Her words had just fallen, and he suddenly kissed her lips with a surprised expression.

Lips and lips rubbed against each other, making her lip petals ticklish. She even began to eagerly anticipate his next move without reservation.

His moist and soft tongue was like an agile snake, tracing her lip line, then skillfully slipping into her vermilion mouth, swirling around her tender tongue.

With a strong suction force, as if sucking jelly, he drew her tongue into his mouth, hooking her in this kiss, causing her to surrender completely.

“He kissed her gently yet domineeringly, as if the alluring spring rain sneaked in with the wind in the night, leaving traces everywhere. She had nowhere to escape, and unconsciously, her whole body was filled with the moistness he bestowed.

“Hmm~” Her mouth was blocked by him, unable to speak. She could only instinctively let out a comfortable muffled moan from her nostrils.

His arms crossed in front of her, one on each side.

His relatively rough palms freely played with her tender bre*sts, grabbing the two smooth and delicate bre*st flesh, overflowing between his fingers, the n*pples stiffly poking against his palm.

His hands were slightly warm, warming her slightly cool br*asts.

The warmth penetrated into her body, warming her heart, melting into a pool of warm spring water.

Suddenly, a loud thunderous roar echoed in her ears, startling Shen Shuman. Her eyes widened, and she looked towards the television to find the source of the sound—”

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Chapter 68 – Meng Lang (H) (744)

Miss Meng was seen lying on the table, her upper body tilted back, legs raised high. A scholar held her hips, his mouth eagerly exploring her intimate area.

As he licked, Miss Meng tilted her head, closed her eyes, and her golden lotus trembled.

The camera descended, revealing the scholar’s erect manhood, lifting the fabric in front of him. It appeared quite substantial.

After sufficient licking, the scholar prepared to approach the flower seam between Miss Meng’s legs.

“I am still a virgin, so please don’t be too forceful,” she reminded him.

Are they about to make love? Shen Shuman’s heart suddenly hung in suspense, inexplicably anticipating.

The scholar swiftly lifted his robe. Shen Shuman couldn’t see what he looked like underneath, but in a swift motion, he inserted himself between Miss Meng’s legs.

“Ah!” She was an official’s daughter, after all, was an inexperienced young lady. How could she withstand the scholar’s forceful thrust? She winced, tightly furrowing her brows, emitting a heart-wrenching scream, fortunately drowned out by thunder.

About to withdraw, the scholar hurriedly exclaimed, “Darling, can’t bear it, this size is too much for me.”

Shen Shuman, seeing her in such pain, felt a twinge herself—she could truly empathize.

Feeling Shen Shuman distracted, the scholar bit her lip in a critical moment. She winced, glaring at him with a hint of coyness.

“Last week, you were on your period, so we didn’t do anything. Therefore, we need to make up for it at least four times this week,” he said, kissing her neck, leaving a moist and ticklish sensation.

His hands were not idle, delicately fondling her two crimson n*pples, gently rubbing and teasing, causing her body to shiver, breathing quickening, emitting a seductive and passionate moan.

“Too… much…” she whispered, glancing downward.

His hand, freed, opened the elastic waistband of his sleep pants, under a thin layer of underwear, along her lower abdomen, touching her mound, exploring the intimate area between her legs.

“Not much at all. Ever heard of ‘one night seven times’? If I didn’t worry about you being too exhausted, how could I only want to do it once or twice a night with you?”

If time allowed, and her energy could keep up, he would pull her every day, trying various positions.

Shen Shuman knew that, in critical moments, he was shameless and eloquent. Just now, that sentence painted him as a gentle and considerate husband.

“However, once you do it, it takes a long time…” as far as she knew, men typically lasted around ten minutes at most.

But, Wei Shi’s sessions lasted much longer! Even with her regular workouts, she couldn’t endure his continuous bedroom activities!

Last time, after two rounds with him, the next day she had a sore waist and weak legs. She had rolled off the bed right in front of him. It was truly embarrassing!

“Duration doesn’t matter, what matters is, are you comfortable?” he asked.

Feeling the warmth through the fabric, he raised an eyebrow and smirked, “It should be very comfortable. Every time we make love, you release so much fluid… like right now, a little touch and you’re wet. Is your little hole always this thirsty?”

As he spoke, his articulate fingers, rough fabric in between, wickedly pressed against the delicate petals, teasing towards the highly sensitive little bean below.

“Ah~” tingling sensations, like electric currents, surged through every inch of her body, stimulating her nerves.

Honey continuously flowed from the itching pink hvle, making her underwear even wetter, almost wringing out water.

Shen Shuman, in confusion, squinted her eyes, took a few seconds to gather herself, and then remembered to argue, “I… it’s because of the movie that I reacted like this…”

“Is that so…” he said with a hint of undisguised disappointment, “Am I not as good as a movie?”

With those bright, watery starry eyes, he stared at her without blinking, as if silently accusing her—

How could she be so heartless, disregarding his efforts?

His flexible middle finger suddenly stood in her flower seam, rubbing up and down.

The finger’s movements on the private area were swift, although not directly touching the pitiful little clvtoris; but his long fingers, through the wet fabric, repeatedly grinding against the sensitive flesh, still made her lower part both numb and painful. It was unclear whether it was discomfort or pleasure.

This, this was simply his way of retaliating against her!