Yan Rui

Chapter 57

How could Shen Mi still sleep with Yan Ru twisting and rubbing the most sensitive and fragile part of her body like this.
She clamped her legs together uncomfortably, frowned and opened her heavy eyelids. Before she was fully conscious, a burst of hot air hit her ears.
"Are you awake?"
Yan Fan's breath swirled into her cochlea, causing a burst of itch. Shen Mi instinctively shrank her shoulders and woke up instantly. She quickly clasped Yan Fan's penis between her legs with her little hand. hand.
"It's wet." Yan Yan held her small earball in his mouth, his voice low and hoarse.
Of course Shen Mi felt it, especially since he was still fiddling with it and didn't stop when she grabbed his wrist.
Her face became hot. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. Her lips opened and closed slightly.
Yan Yan's eyes were aroused by her shy look, and his fingertips, which had been just lingering and rubbing at the hole, began to penetrate the hole irregularly and shallowly.
"Um... don't..."
"It still hurts?"
It doesn't hurt to say it hurts, but...
Shen Mi pursed her lower lip lightly and whispered, "There's still a little more."
Yan Fan didn't stop, but gently After two thrusts, he curled up his middle finger and drilled into the hot and humid narrow hole.
Feeling the invasion of a foreign object, Shen Mi frowned and hummed lowly. The texture of the inner wall instinctively contracted, twisting the finger.
The feeling of being wet, hot, and being tightly absorbed passed from the fingertips to the cerebral cortex. Yan Fan's breathing was slightly suffocated, and his tight throat rolled up. "Does it hurt like this?"
After saying these words, Yan Fan felt that he was getting more and more tired. He was becoming more and more hypocritical, knowing that even if Shen Mi said it hurt, he would still not stop, he would still move forward step by step, asking her to compromise for him, but he still had to pretend to be considerate in front of her.
Sighing in his heart, he glanced at Shen Mi's blushing and embarrassed side face, pulled out his fingertips from the wet and hot narrow hole, propped up his body, pulled up the quilt, and turned over to cover her soft body.
It was really soft, so soft that he didn't dare to put down all his body weight, for fear that if he put it down, he would accidentally crush her, but he still had an uncontrollable urge to rub her into his body.
He slid his lips along her cheek to the corner of her lips, tapped her twice, and then nibbled her lower lip impatiently. His genitals, which were already swollen and painful, squeezed in between her tightly closed legs. .
The skin on the inner thighs was tender and soft, but there was no moisturizing fluid. When I squeezed it in, it still caused pain.
But this pain relieved the restlessness of the blood, and also reduced the dull pain of the penis being too swollen due to congestion, as if it was about to explode.
A low groan spread from her throat and chest, it seemed painful and pleasurable, hoarse and sexy, at least that's what Shen Mi felt.
Her heart and bones were numbed by his hum, her limbs softened, her originally clamped legs were loosened, and lubricating hot liquid seeped out from the slightly swollen slit.
Yan Ru held his breath, straightened his waist and hips, and his hard penis rubbed against his lips and hole. Shen Mi's body was so hot that she trembled slightly, and her vagina secreted more lubricating fluid.
Her body was tired, but her heart was itchy...
"I want to go in." Yan Fan bit her lips and said, while the hard object under her body was already stabbing towards the hole.
A familiar yet unfamiliar numbing feeling climbed up to her brain from the place where he fucked her. Shen Mi gasped with half-closed eyes and nodded lightly, "Yes."
Before she could finish her words, Yan Fan's knees pushed away. Her legs were pressed against the bed, and she straightened up and sat up on her knees.
He clasped the roots of her legs with his big hands, picked up her legs that were separated by him, and put them on his lap.