Also facing the metal door, Chen Du took her hand and held it tightly in his.
“You’re very brave, running to get a room at a young age.” Chen Jiashu raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t you only a year older than me? And you look even younger.” In a rare moment, Chen Du retorted back. He really cared about the age thing.
“You’re comparing yourself to me?” Chen Jiashu rolled her eyes and snorted, “Be careful Wen Yun catches you.”
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“I’m not guessing. You haven’t.” Chen Du inclined his head to look at her, hoping that she would nod and say yes. She hadn’t.
Chen Jiashu didn’t look at him. Her eyes were cold as she stared indifferently ahead. “Why not? I’ve had sex with 800 men, if not a thousand, so who are you?”
She turned her head and stared at him, her gaze sharp and provocative.
She knew.
She knew all about the malicious looks in the shadows and the slanderous gossip behind her back.
Chen Du felt a dull pain in his heart, and Chen Jiashu was in there again, making trouble.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” He raised his arms to hug Chen Jiashu, “You didn’t.”
“There are more people who have said it.”
“Just who do they even think they are?”
Chen Jiashu suddenly let out a very strange laugh, “Yes, just who do they think they are?”
She grabbed his sports jacket with both hands and tugged at the sides. She tilted her head back and kissed him frantically, almost biting him. Both her legs were wrapped around his waist and held him in a death grip. Two warm trails of tears dripped onto his face.
Her tears and desire arrived at the same time, with such force that his sports coat fell at the lift door and neither of them bothered to pick it up. From the moment they got out of the elevator, they kissed like no one was watching, stumbling and cuddling and caressing all the way. His big palms dug into the dress, rubbing roughly along the inside of her round buttocks, scalding her. “Oh, oh, so good. There, go up there.”
Chen Du gagged her shrill cry into his mouth, holding the back of her head and kissing her deeply as she rubbed back and forth against his upturned crotch. She closed her eyes in pleasure, her tears brushing his face. So pitiful, so beautiful, crying and scratching.
The room was at the end of the corridor, and the sound insulation was very good. A distance of a dozen metres was like walking for half a year. When the door was pushed open, Chen Du’s shirt had been almost stripped off. Most of his strong arms were exposed, and his muscles were bulging. His footsteps were a little unsteady, but the hand holding Chen Jiashu was steady.
When he entered the room, he held Chen Jiashu and kicked the door shut with a backward kick. He pinned the squirming goblin in his arms against the wall, dropping the pile of shopping bags in his hands onto the carpet with a muffled clang. He pressed upward and tore Chen Jiashu’s clothes, kissing her in an uncontrolled manner.
Chen Jiashu wore out the dress she had just bought. The dark green satin was pasted on her snow-white skin, pinching her thin waist and hooking her ass. The small v-neck fishtail dress had the neckline attached to a thin suspender belt hanging at the back of her neck. The back of her neck was held by Chen Du’s large, soft hands, so it fell and was about to break off.
She looked great in a camisole, whether it was a dropped shoulder or around her neck. Her shoulders were slender, and she had no side boobs. When she raised her arms, her underarm curves were smooth and fluid, and her tight, full bre*sts were propped up in the slightly gathered fabric of the top of her blouse. It revealed a tantalising cleavage when she bent down slightly.
Chen Du pulled off one side of the flap and lowered his head to kiss her left bre*st, lifting his hand to soften her right bre*st through the fabric. He could control the soft mass with one hand, grasping it in any shape he wished. The white fullness of her bre*sts squeezed out of her blouse, and there was an intoxicating scent from her cleavage.
He took the tip of one bre*st and sucked and nibbled on it, while the tip of the other peeked out from between his fingers and shivered. The dress was pushed up from her knees, exposing the large white folds of p*ssy. It had been so wet from the car’s desecration that the thin strip of cloth was twisted around the centre of the folds, unable to cover her private part. Half of her red-flushed p*ssy exposed.
Chen Jiashu moaned and wept as she raised her head. She looked into a dressing mirror posted in the entranceway, where she saw herself, unclothed and exposed, in the mirror.
Her upper body was pressed against the wall, and her legs hung open in the crook of Chen Du’s arm. It was the same position as in the fitting room of the shop, but here she could scream, moan, and cry boldly, because there were only the two of them here. Because Chen Du’s arm was holding her steady.
“F*ck me, f*ck me now, Chen Du!” She shuddered and screamed as she thrust her hands into Chen Du’s hair.
Chen Du tugged down the center, and the dress was instantly torn to pieces in his hands. It slid down like a mockery, hanging loosely from her waist. The long length of satin dangled to the ground.
His lower body had long been choked with pain, so he held Chen Jiashu’s a*s at the end and sent it towards his body. The huge head chiselled into her cavity, and Chen Jiashu let out a sharp whimper. The heart of her p*ssy visibly trembled. It was still so tight and still so painful.
With a pale face, she twisted her waist to sit down: “Oh, come in. All the way in.”
Chen Du lowered his waist and tinged upwards, thrusting all the way in. The sinewy d*ck crushed through the twisted and slippery inner layers of her p*ssy, stabbing in and out, endlessly, like it would never end. The head of the angry d*ck choked against the tender opening of her p*ssy. Half of his d*ck was still outside, and her lustful water was dripping down onto his sac.
The sinewy d*ck moved in and out of her p*ssy, and the water splashed everywhere. Each time he withdrew, it brought out her gurgling lips, and then, it re-entered with a loud thud, like it was embedded in an incredibly tight inner sleeve.
As Chen Jiashu wished, her dress was torn into strips of cloth, hanging down around her waist without falling. The three red dots above and below adorned her perfect fair body. The hidden parts of her womanhood were completely exposed, and it was more lewd to wear than to not wear.
She was very good at moaning. She was a natural beauty, and her lower body bit him to death down there, sucking and clamping. Her p*ssy was soft and wet, her voice was soft and delicate, and the panting was completely different from her usual coldness. Scratching and charming, she screamed so loudly that Chen Du’s scalp was numb. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He was going to be killed by her.
He held Chen Jiashu as he walked and f*cked up and down heavily. Chen Jiashu clung to his neck tightly, hanging on to him and twisting to meet him. He walked into the bathroom, pulled out his d*ck, turned her around, and pressed her against the sink. He pinched her waist and slammed it in hard again.
Like that spring dream, he pressed her against the sink, ramming her inward. Chen Jiashu was so f*cked by him that her hips shook. Her body kept arching upward, and then he was grabbing her waist and dragging her back. He pressed her underneath him, spreading her open and f*cking her.
Sweat slid down his jawline, gathering on the teenager’s delicate chin and dripping down Chen Jiashu’s smooth, bare back. She was lying on the marble countertop, her waist pressed down, and her two waist nooks were held in the hands of the teenager behind her. She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her a*s as her lower body collided fiercely with his. The plump, pink buttocks were slapped by two scr*tums, like a loud 8-slap, until her white, tender skin turned red.
“So deep, faster, oh, pound me to death.”
She was dying under Chen Du’s thrusts. She tilted her head up haphazardly to see herself in the mirror. Her face was covered in tears, her round mouth drooling and screaming obscenely. Her pretty features were blurred by the foggy steam. The pleasure was good, so good to the point of forgetting all the pain.
three red dots? n*pples and cl*t?
Yes.