Chen Nan didn't expect Wu Qiong to ask him to help her clean her private area.
After a brief mont of distraction, he subconsciously swallowed, and softly said, "Alright!"
He bent over and scooped Wu Qiong up horizontally, clearly feeling her body softer than before, like a pool of lted spring water, exuding a sweet and intoxicating fragrance!
Back in the bedroom, Chen Nan brought a basin of warm water and a towel.
When he turned around after wringing out the towel, he saw Wu Qiong biting her lip, her usually fierce phoenix eyes now glistening with wetness, a blush tinged in the corners, even the teardrop mole seed to co alive!
"I..." Wu Qiong's fingers trembled on the hem of her skirt, finally letting go in a resigned manner: "You do it."
She knew there was a difference between n and won, but the sticky feeling on her body was too uncomfortable, leaving her no choice but to ask Chen Nan to help clean down there.
Given that the two had already had physical contact yesterday, letting him help clean her body didn't seem inappropriate!
Chen Nan knelt on one knee at the bedside, the warm steam from the towel lingered between them.
As he gently spread those legs, his breath montarily stopped—the glistening honeyed area was already a muddy ss, with the crystalline love fluid even staining the base of her thighs with shimring water, reflecting an ambiguous glint in the morning light!
"How... so much?" Chen Nan's Adam's apple rolled, his heart unable to calm down for a long ti; could the sounds they heard last night have made her so aroused?
Wu Qiong suddenly turned her face away, her earlobe red as if bleeding: "Stop babbling! Get to work!"
The instant the warm towel touched her skin, Wu Qiong shivered all over.
Chen Nan's movents were gentle, yet he could still feel the spasms of her inner thigh muscles.
When the towel brushed over the most sensitive bud, Wu Qiong instantly felt electrified, letting out a lodious whimper…
"Should... this be cleaned too?" Chen Nan deliberately slowed down, his fingertips pressing in circles on the engorged little pearl through the towel.
Wu Qiong's toes instantly curled up, the neckline of her nightdress rising and falling with her rapid breaths, revealing a half-white creamy bosom.
"Hmm... all, all need..." Wu Qiong's voice shattered, her legs involuntarily spreading more, like a silent invitation!
This scene left Chen Nan's mouth dry and tongue parched, even though he had tangled with Shen Qinglan eight tis last night, he still had a physiological reaction at this mont.
He forcefully suppressed the lust within him and threw the towel aside, directly cupping the warm water and pouring it on.
When his fingertips inadvertently slipped into the tight crevice, both of them simultaneously gasped—the inside was remarkably hot and already slippery beyond belief!
Chen Nan pressed his thumb on the pearl, gently kneading, watching Wu Qiong suddenly tilt her neck back, a sweet moan escaping from her throat: "Last night, listening to the sounds next door, how many tis did you do it yourself?"
Wu Qiong shook her head in sha, her hair spreading into an inky black on the pillow.
But when Chen Nan added a second finger, she suddenly clamped her legs shut, trapping his hand firmly between her thighs: "Three tis... ah!"
The words turned into a scream because Chen Nan suddenly curled his fingers, precisely grinding over a certain bump.
"You're really sensitive here!" Chen Nan whispered near her flushed earlobe, feeling the vigorous contractions of her inner walls.
His wrist was painfully squeezed by Wu Qiong unconscious grip, yet he worked his fingers even harder, pulling out more crystalline fluid each ti, dyeing the bed sheets with deep water stains...
Wu Qiong's nails dug into his arm muscles, her whole body like a taut bow.
When Chen Nan pressed his thumb on the pearl, rapidly circling, she suddenly widened her eyes, her waist suspended quivering for a few seconds, followed by a gush of warm liquid spraying out, soaking Chen Nan's entire palm.
"Sorry... sorry..." Wu Qiong's words were incoherent in the aftermath of climax, trying to clamp her legs tight only to let more liquid overflow.
She shafully realized that under a man's fingers, she was as sensitive as an inexperienced girl!
Chen Nan slowly withdrew his fingers, the silvery strands elongating and breaking at his fingertips.
He lowered his head as if possessed, licking once, tasting the sweet musk like honey, a sleazy smile appearing on his face: "Delicious."
These words utterly shattered Wu Qiong's defenses, her face full of disbelief as she looked at Chen Nan, clearly not expecting him to do such a thing.
Before she could recover, she noticed the exaggerated outline in front of Chen Nan, causing her pupils to tremble violently, her heart also pounding fiercely.
She nervously reached out, grasping Chen Nan's mber with a reddened face: "You helped
twice with your hand, let
help you with mine this ti!"
She was very curious to see how thick Chen Nan's mber was, how it could make Shen Qinglan cry out endlessly?
Wu Qiong's fingers just touched that scorching hard object, retracting as if burned.
She had never imagined a man's body could have such an astonishing temperature, able to feel the pulse even through the fabric.
Chen Nan's breathing suddenly beca heavy, clearly not expecting Wu Qiong to want to help him release it.
Though surprised, he gladly accepted!
After all, this woman was also a sexy stunner!
When that purple-red giant bounced out, Wu Qiong's pupils contracted tightly, and goosebumps rose thickly all over her body.
It was more terrifying than imagined, the shaft entwined with bulging veins also smudged with drying pre-fluid, casting a lewd watery glow in the morning light.
She instinctively touched the tip with her fingertip, Chen Nan imdiately let out a muffled groan, his thigh muscles tensed hard as iron.
"Is it... so big?" Wu Qiong's voice carried an incredulous tremble.
She tentatively encircled the shaft, finding her fingers unable to close.
The feel in her palm reminded her of premium mutton fat jade, yet searing like a red-hot iron rod, pulsating with the heartbeat in her hand!
At this mont, she finally understood why Shen Qinglan would be provoked to endless cries by Chen Nan; his size so astonishing, entering any woman's body, the other would cry out!
Wu Qiong's fingertips trembled gently on Chen Nan's mber, the scorching temperature almost scalding her skin.
She had never observed a man's asset at such close range—purple-red shaft twisted with protruding veins, transparent fluid seeping from the tip glistening with a lustful sheen in the morning light.
"Don't be afraid..." Chen Nan's low voice carried a hoarse desire, guiding her hand to steadily encircle that stiff rod: "Like this... sliding up and down..."
Wu Qiong swallowed, her palm awkwardly starting to move.
She was amazed to find that the mber in her grip actually bounced in her palm, as if it had life.
Chen Nan's muffled groan made her heart shudder, a peculiar sense of control suddenly erging.
"A little... faster..." Chen Nan's breathing turned heavy, half-squinting at this usually strong woman now blushing as she jerked him off.
This sight was more exciting than any aphrodisiac.
Wu Qiong quickened her hand movents, her nails inadvertently grazing the small slit on the tip, causing Chen Nan to suddenly tense his abdominal muscles, emitting a suppressed growl.
"Is this... very sensitive?" She curiously asked, her thumb intentionally circling around the slit.
"Ahh—you learn fast..." Sweat beaded on Chen Nan's forehead; he touched Wu Qiong's cheek, a naughty smile appearing on his face: "Want to taste it?"
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