CH 21

21. Endure it

With the consent from his wife, Leng Feng no longer hesitated and stepped forward. He pressed her on the pillar and kissed her, tugging her thin underwear at the side, and pushed a finger straight in from the outside of the tight seam.

“Hmm…”

Qiao Han shivered. The finger stirred flexibly in her flower hole and scratched the tender meat on the wall of the cave.

With her mouth sealed and pressed against the pillar, she was forced to endure the passion brought by Leng Feng.

Tonight, he was so fierce…

The thumb rubbed the little bead hidden between the flower lips, and the middle finger touched her sensitive points in the soft hole. Within a few strokes, her legs softened and she was writhing against the pillar and whimpering.

After pulling off her thin dùdōu, Leng Feng opened her cheongsam again, exposing her delicate upper body completely in the night.

Leng Feng opened his mouth wide, and took almost the entirety of one side of her small breasts in one gulp and sucked it heavily.

“Ah…”

An itchy and exciting pleasure came from her chest. Her hands were on his strong shoulders, and the sound of tutting water gradually came from her private part under his interference.

“Hold on to me.”

Leng Feng said hoarsely, letting her put her hands around his neck. He held her hips with his big palms, directly supporting her whole body, and releasing his stiff cock. He held his cock and looked for the opening of her wet hole before squeezing in instantly.

“Ah…”

So full…

Leng Feng pinched her buttocks, “Don’t clip it so tightly, wrap your legs around my waist and relax inside.”

Qiao Han did as he said, and a pair of thin legs climbed up to his waist with difficulty but she still tightly clamped her hole, “No way…”

In this posture, her entire lower body was tensed, and she couldn’t loosen her insides.

Leng Feng wickedly hooked his lips and met her watery eyes, “Then you have to bear it.”

Before Qiao Han understood what he meant, the flower hole suddenly contracted. The man pressed against her hip and the thick and long blade broke through the tight flesh, reaching the heart of the flower.

She let out a short and tender cry, and it echoed in the empty balcony. After opening her tender pussy, Leng Feng supported her buttock and straightened up to get more access.

“Umm… uh, ah, ah—”

His cock penetrated deeply, pushing against the opening with each thrust and squeezing the small flower corridor, making her tremble all over.

The two milky breasts kept shaking. Leng Feng lowered his head and held one of them, licking and nibbling, and pulling the nipple.

“Be gentle, ah, it will fall! Ah ah…” The nipples and her breasts stretched as they swayed. The stinging pain stimulated her lust even more, and the flower juices trickled out, wetting his fleshy blade.

The thrusting became smoother and deeper. Each time, Leng Feng withdrew his cock until only half a head was left and then fed the whole thing in to fill up the small soft pussy, causing Qiao Han to groan in agony.

The silk scarves on the top of the head swayed, and Leng Feng made love with Qiao Han under the row of silk scarves. With such a deep position, the mushroom head had long greeted the mouth of her womb. After a hundred thrusts, he finally knocked it open, and the round head squeezed more than half of it in.