QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Inferority Complex Girl x Top Student Male God (11) [H]

The nerve of reason collapsed, only her face was left in his eyes like a peach blossom. Yuan Jing's hand pressed the back of Yuan Shijia's head, and he kissed her again.

As soon as he moved, Yuan Shijia dared to move, and her little hand followed his chest, stroking it down step by step, to the lean waist, gently sliding the fingertips, as if she were tickling and stroking.

The legs touched each other, and the hard object was lifted high, facing the center of her legs.

The movements of the two people did not stop, and the clothes on their bodies were removed and crumpled. Yuan Jing's hands reached in from the hem of her clothes, touched the flat belly, and grasped the bulging softness.

"Yeah..." Yuan Shijia whispered softly, seeming to feel something.

As if encouraged, Yuan Jing's strength in kneading the dough increased a little, and the smooth and soft touch like fine silk made him a little fascinated. With a thin layer of bra, the touch is so beautiful. He stretched out his hands, trying to unfasten the button on the back of het bra.

At this time, his hands didn"t show any clumdiners and it took a minute or two to open it.

Yuan Shijia could feel the beads of sweat falling from his forehead, flowing down his back, and then disappearing into the seam of the school pants.

The clothes were pushed up, and on the smooth skin, the untied lace bra was drooping, and the tall snow peaks seemed to be exposed.

Her hands didn't calm down either, she untied Yuan Jing's clothes in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Jing kissed her body carefully, slowly down from the corner of her mouth, her slender neck, then her beautiful collarbone, and finally rested on the swelling white breast.

One after another, he branded her chest with fiery kisses. The top of the snowy peak, he opened his mouth, held it in one mouth, and held her waist tightly, like a child, sucking vigorously.

The numb and itchy sensation was conveyed from the nipple to the brain, and Yuan Shijia unconsciously pushed her body forward.

With his hands running along her back, he easily broke through the edge of the school skirt and touched her hips. After staying on the two hip flaps for a while, he suddenly exerted force, raised her hips, and took off her school skirt easily.

Yuan Shijia twisted her body a little uncomfortably. After this kind of rubbing with her originally sensitive body, Yuan Jing took a breath of cold air and stretched his fingers from the base of her thighs, lingering on the slightly moist acupuncture points.

He stopped and asked: "Really?"

When things came to this point, Yuan Shijia had already been squeezed out. The whole place seemed to be immersed in water, with an inexplicable sense of emptiness. She couldn't say what she wanted, biting her lip, she nodded, her eyes moved down unconsciously, and looked at the lace panties that were slightly raised by his hands.

She saw the fingers that she had always thought of, distinct joints slowly stroking her private parts, and then the fingers sank into a place she had never touched before, and the rough fingertips gently tugged.

One leg was raised and hung on Yuan Jing's shoulder, the lace panties were taken off, and he could clearly see het wet cunt, and his fingers going inside.

The lower body became more and more uncomfortable, Yuan Jing felt that he could no longer bear it, turning over his body and pressing Yuan Shijia under him again.

Taking off his pants, his cock suddenly bounced out, pointed directly at Yuan Shijia's flower hole, and entered in one fell swoop.

"Woo..."

"Um..."

The two sighed at the same time.

Yuan Shijia's delicate eyebrows were lightly twisted together, feeling the pain in the acupuncture points spreading. It was not the kind of heartbreaking, but it couldn't be ignored.

Her hands grasped Yuan Jing's back, her nails were picking the flesh, calming down this complicated feeling.

He started to move, slowly surging, like jazz, graceful and slow but able to lift up the flames in the flower cave.

The pain turned into pleasure, causing her to hum unconsciously: "Um..."

There was a trace of sweat on Yuan Jing's back, and the sensitive parts seemed to be wrapped tightly by thousands of small mouths, layer after layer, and he was forced to disarm before he was willing to let go.

He took a few breaths and stretched out his hands to spread her legs, trying to make the unbearable pleasure disappear.

"Don't clip it so tight... I can't help but want to shoot out..."

Yuan Shijia was a little aggrieved, breathing heavily, and said, "I was no clipping."

She twisted her body, Yuan Jing felt more irritated by her movement, so his thrusting movements accelerated a little. Yuan Shijia hadn't gotten used to this rhythm at first, but afterwards the small acupoint was rubbed comfortably and she unconsciously relaxed.

The tender meat around was wrapped around the dragon again, entwining like vines, every squirming of the meat wall made Yuan Jing aware of her changes.

Yuan Jing raised her leg with one hand, and covered her snowy chest with one hand, rubbing the red fruit, his eyes focused on her face.

Yuan Shijia's face looked like bliss, her eyes half closed, revealing a thin slit, her red lips bitten by her teeth, her cheeks flushed and her hair moisturized, showing her amorous feelings.

He couldn't bear watching her ravaging her lips being, he kissed the red and swollen lips, intertwined with her tongue, and led her to respond to him.