"If Love Is Like Desire, Wear It Quickly"

Lonely Lover 8

　Ji Nanling was a little tired today, so he turned out the lights early and went to bed. She suddenly woke up when she heard the door being opened.

　Although the footsteps behind her were very light, she still recognized who it was, so she quietly closed her eyes in the darkness, pretending not to be awakened, and breathing evenly.

　Feng Chuchuan quietly walked to the bed and stood there, his eyes fixed on the figure lying on the bed with his back to him.

　But after such inexplicable silence lasted for a few minutes, Ji Nanling suddenly felt that the thin quilt covering her body was lifted, and the bed next to her was visibly dented. She had no way of knowing that Feng Chuchuan was so close at hand. What kind of posture he is now, but he can clearly feel his body temperature.

　Now was definitely not a good time to "wake up", so Ji Nanling chose to continue pretending to be asleep.

　Feng Chuchuan rested his elbow on the pillow and held his chin in his palm. With the faint light, as if to test, he gently placed his right hand on the end of the hem of Ji Nanling's nightgown. The warm and delicate touch made him pat it twice with satisfaction.

　After saying those words last time, Feng Chuchuan deliberately left Ji Nanling alone for several days for various purposes. During this period, he only came to her room a few times, and she only asked her to solve it for him with her hands or mouth.

　Although Feng Chuchuan had done it intentionally these days, he couldn't wait to accept the results.

　The nightgown she was wearing seemed to have been delivered to her not long ago. The loose style allowed him to push it away easily. Like a slowly unfolding scroll, as his hands moved, her skin from legs to buttocks was exposed inch by inch.

　The hem of the skirt was piled up around her waist, and Feng Chuchuan's hands went straight between Ji Nanling's legs, and together with the thin underwear, he wrapped the entire Yuhu in his palms, and he bent his fingers to scrape the thick petals back and forth.

　It is naturally impossible for a person who is "asleep" to conceal the natural body reaction. Although Ji Nanling is still pretending to be sleeping beauty, she is still breathing calmly and moving her legs gently with his movements, as if I want to avoid the claws of the troublemaker.

　Seeing this, Feng Chuchuan curled up his lips silently. His eyes were still cold, but tinged with a bit of fun. He simply retracted the arm that was supporting his face and half-circled Ji Nanling into his arms. He moved his hands up and down, stroking her breasts and Huahu respectively.

　The series of movements did not mean to restrain his voice at all, as if he was deliberately trying to wake her up - it would be better to say that Feng Chuchuan just wanted to do this and did not mind whether Ji Nanling was asleep or awake now.

　Playing with the soft breasts like marshmallows, feeling the wetness gradually spreading out of the woman's private parts, Feng Chuchuan's clone was already hot and hard. Although the breathing of the person in front of him became rapid, there was still no additional movement, and he really seemed to be in a deep sleep.

　With a cold face, Feng Chuchuan released the murder weapon from his crotch and squeezed it into Ji Nanling's butt.

　"How long do you want to pretend to be asleep?" He said indifferently in her ear.

　Feng Chuchuan's cock and his words were two extreme temperatures. Hot and indescribable, it entered the pussy that was not moist enough and started thrusting without mercy.

　Ji Nanling's eyes were so painful that she knew it was useless to hide it. Thinking of what he said last time, she turned her head further in that direction as if to escape, pressing her head against the cotton pillow, even if she couldn't talk about it now. If there was any pleasure in his body, he stretched his body tremblingly and made a soft sound in time with Feng Chuchuan's rhythm.

　"Hiss... haah..."

　He naturally heard it, but he was not satisfied with the too low volume.

　"Louder." He said calmly.

　Feng Chuchuan held Ji Nanling tightly, and her plump breasts were squeezed out of shape. They were constantly rubbing against his long arms during the movements, and the fabric on her chest was wrinkled and messy.

　The roots penetrated into the layers of wall flesh and moved back and forth in the slightly dry corridor unsmoothly, but the tight surrounding still made Feng Chuchuan feel extremely comfortable. He mercilessly poked at the deep core of the flower, forcing the juices in the hole to flow out continuously, attaching to the soldering iron, and then flowing in and out with his impact, the juices splashed everywhere.

　Ji Nanling was unable to see, so the rest of his feelings were infinitely amplified. The most intuitive thing was that the indescribable pleasure in his private parts finally overshadowed the pain, and his forced moans that were originally crying were also tainted with a bit of charm.

　"Uh...ah...uh..."

　The sound that sounded like moaning and sobbing aroused Feng Chuchuan's sadistic desire. He wanted to hear her abandon her shame and uncontrollably moan and beg for mercy. The thought blew naturally like the wind. passed his mind.

　"Ha."

　Feng Chuchuan turned over and pinned Ji Nanling completely under him. He didn't make any additional movements, and just followed the male instinct, using his meat blade to heavily split the human shield in front of him again and again.

　Ji Nanling was so pushed that she couldn't breathe. To her, the current situation was more like a fierce physical fight without emotion than sex. Even in the face of a man's ruthless plunder, her private parts would still flow hotly with post-orgasmic honey. Even if she let out a shameful moan from her throat, her own consciousness in her mind would still be clear and calm.

　Realizing that the woman was habitually buried in the pillow, Feng Chuchuan unhappily lifted her hips and forced her to stand up on her knees. He pulled her jade arms with one hand and held her back so that she could no longer lower her body.

　"Let me listen to your screams." The ambiguous words sounded particularly cold to him, but his heavy breathing showed that he was not calm now.

　Ji Nanling felt uncomfortable having her wrist pulled back. She twisted restlessly in the darkness and tried to adjust her posture, but to Feng Chuchuan, it seemed like she was trying hard to cater to him.

　"Ahh...oo...ah...ah..."

　The increasingly high-pitched moans became Feng Chuchuan's aphrodisiac. He patted her buttocks in praise, without any sign of the weak penis pounding her at a crazy speed. The flower hole was ravaged miserably.

　I don't know when it started raining heavily outside the window. The water droplets hit the glass and made a crackling sound, as if it was trying to drown out all the sounds in the house.

　Feng Chuchuan's sex drive was unusually high today, and even when Ji Nanling's voice became hoarse, he was still working on her. The joy of sex gave him the illusion that all the complicated troubles were far away from him.

　After routinely ejaculating thick semen into his fiancée's womb, Feng Chuchuan was suddenly unwilling to let go of the hand holding the person in his arms. However, this thought only lasted for a few seconds before he was thrown out of his mind. Finally, he straightened his clothes, got up and left.

　Feng Chuchuan returned to his room and walked into the bathroom as usual. However, when he was untying his tie, he noticed the large dark water stain.

　It was obvious that they were traces of obscenity left after having sex just now. Feng Chuchuan accidentally touched a little of it with his fingertips, lifted it up and smelled it.

　The faint fishy-sweet smell overflowed into his nose. How to describe it? Feng Chuchuan just felt that he wanted to have sex with Ji Nanling a few more times now.

　Although in the end he took a cold shower to suppress the restlessness.