White Tiger Wu Qingying

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"There's no hair there..." Wu Qingying didn't know why she said such a thing. Her face flushed crimson. She realized she was already on a path of no return, playing with fire.

"Where is there no hair?" Zhang Wuji still didn't understand and asked blankly.

"Right here..." Seeing Zhang Wuji's dazed and innocent expression, Wu Qingying felt a little relieved.
She pressed her small hand on Zhang Wuji's lower abdomen and said shyly.

Zhang Wuji then understood, licked his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "How do you know I don't have hair?"
"I saw you by chance..." Wu Qingying stammered, her voice becoming soft and seductive.

Zhang Wuji suddenly remembered that when he forced Zhu Jiuzhen to comfort him in front of the hut, it was Wu Qingying who was spying from behind the tree. He immediately understood, but pretended not to know and said, "When?"

"I won't tell you, hehe." Wu Qingying said with a sweet laugh.

Seeing Wu Qingying's coquettish and alluring demeanor, Zhang Wuji's heart pounded even faster. He said hoarsely, "Who said I don't have any hair? Sister Qing, feel it." He then yanked open his belt, grabbed Wu Qingying's soft hand, and pulled it inside his pants.

Wu Qingying struggled for a moment but couldn't break free; her hand was already inside Zhang Wuji's pants.

Zhang Wuji pressed that hand against his abdomen, panting, and asked Wu Qingying, "Sister Qing, do I have hair?"
Wu Qingying felt some hair under her hand, though it was very sparse. She was surprised but didn't know what to say. "This…"

Just a month ago, Zhang Wuji discovered that hair had started growing around his penis, glossy black and thick, and it was growing more and more, now numbering in the dozens. Seeing Wu Qingying's astonishment, he couldn't help but say with a hint of pride, "How about it, Sister Qing?" As he spoke, his hand didn't stop, continuing to stroke Wu Qingying's soft hand downwards.

Touching a hard, thick object, Wu Qingying's delicate body trembled violently. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Zhang Wuji held it down. Only when her soft, smooth hand encircled his penis did Zhang Wuji release it, then encircled Wu Qingying's vulva.

Wu Qingying held Zhang Wuji's penis, her small hand trembling slightly, feeling that it was extremely thick, and her hand couldn't even encircle it.

Zhang Wuji embraced Wu Qingying's petite body, feeling the unusual softness and tenderness of her small hand, and couldn't help but think, "No wonder Master Wei likes it so much; her hands are indeed smoother than Zhenjie's." Thinking this, he leaned close to Wu Qingying's ear and whispered, "Good Qingjie, move your hand."

Wu Qingying's heart pounded wildly, but her small hand obediently began to rub and stroke the shaft, thinking for no reason, "How can it be so thick..." Although she had secretly peeked before, she knew that Zhang Wuji's penis was much larger than Wei Bi's. However, there is a huge difference between seeing and touching. Now that she actually held it in her hands, Wu Qingying's heart was once again deeply shaken.

Her small hands caressed Zhang Wuji, and Wu Qingying's mind was in complete turmoil, like a tangled mess: "What should I do? Should I do this? But now we are trapped in this valley, and whether we can get out depends entirely on this little devil. Even if we can't get out of the valley for a while, my senior brother is hungover from the midday sun, and winter is coming soon. I will eventually have to rely on him... So... I should help him like this... but I can't let him..."

As Wu Qingying thought, she moved her small hands, gradually expanding the area of her rubbing. Sliding from the base of the penis to the tip, her heart began to pound uncontrollably: "So long..." Perhaps it was because Wei Bi was usually too submissive, or perhaps it was because the object in her hands was too big, but Wu Qingying felt that the stimulation of her heartbeat was ten times more intense than when she was first caressed by Wei Bi.

"Oh~ yes... just like that... Sister Qing... so good..." Zhang Wuji groaned as Wu Qingying's small hand cupped the fleshy mound at the tip of his penis, hissing in her ear. In that instant, he felt as if he were in a dream. He had forced himself upon Zhu Jiuzhen, and while the physical pleasure was immense, there was little spiritual solace; instead, he felt guilty towards her. And now, the beautiful woman before him was sitting on his lap, half-heartedly pushing and half-pushing, behind his childhood sweetheart and senior brother's back. He needed to soothe himself; although it wasn't actual intercourse, it allowed Zhang Wuji to experience the sweetness of mutual pleasure and the thrill of an affair.

Wu Qingying's pretty face flushed, and she glanced at Zhang Wuji with her beautiful eyes before gently caressing his breasts with her small hands. She lowered her head, her soft hands moving slowly, but suddenly let out a soft "ooh," tightly clamping her arms together, and moaned, "Little brother, don't do this, it hurts so much..." It turned out that Zhang Wuji's hands, which were wrapped around her slender waist, had somehow climbed up to her full, high breasts. At first, Wu Qingying tried her best to resist the inexplicable stimulation, enjoying the strange pleasure from her breasts, but she didn't expect Zhang Wuji's hands to become increasingly rapid and unrestrained, and the intense stimulation finally became unbearable for her.

Zhang Wuji, with a shameless grin, said, "Sister Qing, it's alright, I'll be gentle... By the way, are you really hairless?"
Wu Qingying hadn't expected Zhang Wuji's question to be so bold and audacious, unaware that Zhang Wuji had a rough childhood and no one had taught him the principles of human relations. Hearing this, she was both surprised and shy, her heart fluttering. She lowered her head and let out a soft "Mmm" in response, her arms loosening slightly. Fearing that Zhang Wuji would take further inappropriate actions, she unconsciously pressed her legs together and quickened her rubbing.

Gradually, Wu Qingying sat in Zhang Wuji's lap. Her small hands, feeling awkward, began to ache. Zhang Wuji's wanton caresses on her breasts caused her immense discomfort, further fueling her burning desire that nearly consumed her reason. She languidly said, "Little brother, stand up... I'll help you take off your pants..."
As her pants slid down, his penis sprang out from between Zhang Wuji's legs. It was as thick as a child's arm, its shaft round and white, with several prominent blue veins. At the tip, a plum-shaped dragon head gleamed with an oily sheen. At the base of the shaft, dozens of dark pubic hairs curled and grew.

Looking at the enormous thing before her, Wu Qingying swallowed hard, involuntarily thinking, "So big..." A sudden, absurd urge to bite it arose within her, but then she remembered her family's secret technique, and her heart fluttered. She slowly squatted down. Wu Qingying squatted between Zhang Wuji's legs, glancing up at him again, her eyes brimming with desire. She raised a small, trembling hand and grasped his penis, feeling its scalding heat and hardness like refined iron. At that moment, she knew she was sliding further and further down the precipice of desire. Seeing Wu Qingying squat between his legs, giving him a seductive look before grasping his penis, her beautiful eyes full of allure, Zhang Wuji's penis became even harder, bouncing a few times in her small hand.

Previously, Zhang Wuji had been obsessed with Zhu Jiuzhen. Although Wu Qingying had also impressed him, the events outside the valley at the end of last year—being beaten by Wei Bi on Wu Qingying's behalf, being tricked into treating Wei Bi upon entering the valley, and later her coercion and trickery to steal Zhu Jiuzhen's food, and using Zhu Jiuzhen's body as a bargaining chip to exchange for the hut—all made Zhang Wuji feel she was quite cunning. Beyond her initial attraction, he also felt a sense of disgust. Until yesterday, his affections were mostly focused on Zhu Jiuzhen. How could he have imagined that today (Taipei Erotic Website 757h), Wu Qingying was seductively kneeling between his legs, stroking his penis with her small hands? Only then did Zhang Wuji suddenly realize that Wu Qingying's beauty was in no way inferior to Zhu Jiuzhen's, but her allure was even more captivating.

A bright and beautiful girl who had once filled him with fear and disgust was now kneeling between his legs, pleasing him with a fawning manner. How could Zhang Wuji not feel exhilarated and ecstatic? Instantly filled with satisfaction and pleasure, he completely forgot about Zhu Jiuzhen, whom he had always longed for.

Wu Qingying kneaded and stroked the enormous thing before her, her small hands gradually becoming more skillful. Sometimes she would caress the dragon's head with her soft palms, sometimes she would brush the shaft with her delicate fingertips, sometimes she would hold Zhang Wuji's scrotum and twist it, and suddenly she would use her white fingernails to scratch the entire shaft (Taipei Erotic Network 757h). Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, she made Zhang Wuji feel extremely ecstatic. He stood there, his waist twitching, and he cried out in his heart that he was going to die. He felt that Wu Qingying's way of serving people was ten times better than Zhu Jiuzhen's.
As her small hands continued to knead the magnificent phallus, Wu Qingying's delicate body slowly went limp. She grew increasingly fascinated by the large object before her, and couldn't help but let her mind wander, thinking, "If this thing were to penetrate me, my orifices would probably be torn apart..." Lost in her thoughts, Wu Qingying suddenly snapped back to reality, instantly blushing with shame and annoyed at her own wild imaginings. She stole a glance at Zhang Wuji, as if afraid he would see her thoughts, only to see him looking down at her, his eyes burning with desire. Startled, Wu Qingying quickly lowered her head again, her heart pounding. She panted softly, then suddenly her slender fingers defiantly twisted around the red, oily dragon head, instantly sending Zhang Wuji's soul flying. He tilted his head back and hissed in shock.

A moment later, Zhang Wuji recovered from the intense stimulation. Looking down at Wu Qingying's alluring posture as she knelt between his legs, feeling the exquisite pleasure brought by her small hands, he asked breathlessly, "Sister Qing...you come...that...Master Wei..."

Hearing Zhang Wuji mention Wei Bi, Wu Qingying's heart fluttered slightly. Her small hands paused for a moment before she said, "He's a drunkard all day...young brother, don't mention him." She thought for a moment, then said in a coquettish voice, "I'm tired...Senior brother doesn't care about anything...yet he leaves me, a girl, to handle everything...Now we don't have any food reserves, I...I don't know what to do...young brother, you..." As she spoke, she looked up at Zhang Wuji, her beautiful eyes filled with a pitiful expectation.
Wu Qingying stammered. Although Zhang Wuji had a vague guess in his heart, he wasn't sure and didn't know how to respond. He suppressed his wildly beating heart and waited for Wu Qingying to continue.

Wu Qingying raised her head and said to Zhang Wuji again, "Little brother... I'm so sincere to you... I hope you... will treat me well in the future... I also know some needlework. Aren't there many wild cotton plants in this valley? I'll weave them into cloth for you and make clothes..."

"So that's it!" Zhang Wuji thought to himself, suddenly understanding why Wu Qingying was so humble and trying to please him. She wanted to use this comforting method to gain his support during the winter. He asked somewhat teasingly, "What will you do if we can leave the valley?"

"You're willing to take me out?" Wu Qingying asked in surprise.

"Yes... but I'm practicing a family martial art. When I've mastered it, I should be able to carry you over the cliff and out." Zhang Wuji said.

"Then your shrinking technique..." Wu Qingying asked cautiously.

"The shrinking technique was passed down to me by my adoptive father and cannot be taught to outsiders. So I can only carry you out after I've mastered the family technique." Zhang Wuji lied.

"Will it really take four or five years?" Wu Qingying asked unwillingly.

"Yes, if the training doesn't go smoothly, it might take even longer," Zhang Wuji said.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Wu Qingying felt a slight sense of disappointment. She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly murmured shyly, "Then from now on, I'll have to rely on you, little brother. You have to treat me well."

As Wu Qingying spoke, her two pink lips opened and closed like flower petals, incredibly beautiful, making Zhang Wuji's heart flutter. He suddenly remembered Zhu Jiuzhen kneeling between his legs under the Mid-Autumn Festival moonlight, her plump little mouth constantly swallowing and releasing his penis...

The flower petal-like pink lips before him were truly like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with its own merits, making it difficult to distinguish between them...

A wicked thought suddenly arose in Zhang Wuji's heart. He took a deep breath, raised his penis, and quietly pressed it against Wu Qingying's little mouth.
Suddenly feeling the red dragon head pressing against her cheek, Wu Qingying felt a slight panic. She raised her head and glanced at Zhang Wuji, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of doubt. Just as she was about to speak, a strong masculine scent entered her delicate nose, making her feel slightly dizzy. When she came to her senses, the large head was already pressed against her lips.

Wu Qingying cried out in surprise, abruptly turning her head away. Just as she was wondering how to reprimand Zhang Wuji, she heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Sister Qing, would you lick it for me?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qingying was first shocked, then ashamed and indignant. She hurriedly said, "How can I do that? I won't..." She turned her pretty face away from the fleshy stem, but saw the pink fleshy ball swaying back and forth at the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but panic, and her only instinct was to think, "This... how can I do this? I haven't even given it to my senior brother..." Just as

she was thinking this, she heard Zhang Wuji say again, "Sister Qing, your lips are so beautiful, like flower petals... I just washed them this morning, they're very clean..."

Hearing Zhang Wuji say they were clean, Wu Qingying hesitated slightly in her panic. The fleshy ball then pressed against her flower-like lips again. Instantly, the strong masculine scent made her mind go blank, and her usual wit and agility vanished. She had intended to seduce Zhang Wuji, but unexpectedly, she herself found herself deeply entangled. She had anticipated that she might get burned, but she hadn't expected the flames of lust to be so unrestrained, so quickly consuming her reason. At this moment, she had long forgotten her senior brother Wei Bi; her heart was filled only with the young man standing before her and the large penis between his legs.

"Sister Qing, lick it with your tongue..." Zhang Wuji's voice was hoarse and trembling, seemingly coming from afar, yet also seemingly close to her ear, carrying boundless allure and magic.

Wu Qingying's eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling. A demon seemed to be constantly telling her in her heart, "He said lick it once, so just lick it once, just once... He can't go back on his word..." She finally opened her small mouth, trembling, and extended her pink tongue, gently licking the round, fleshy mound.

"Oh... Sister Qing, you're amazing... Don't stop..." A tingling sensation traveled from the head of the penis through the shaft, drilling down the spine and into the heart. Zhang Wuji couldn't help but let out a low growl like a wild beast.

"It's actually a little salty..." Wu Qingying thought, and hearing Zhang Wuji's praise, she couldn't help but lick it again, as if she didn't believe it .

"Yes, that's it... Continue..." Zhang Wuji roared.

"Clean isn't good either!" Wu Qingying suddenly came to her senses, her mind a jumble of confusion. She hurriedly tilted her head back, avoiding the crimson flesh swaying between her lips. She raised her head, about to protest, but found Zhang Wuji looking down at her, his gaze piercing. His body standing in front of her seemed so tall, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

"Little brother, no..." Wu Qingying had just exclaimed in surprise when the penis pressed in again, instantly half of the head of the penis squeezing into her small mouth, stretching her lips round.

Wu Qingying panicked, her beautiful eyes widening instantly. She hurriedly leaned back, but Zhang Wuji caught her head from behind. She let out a soft moan and looked up to see Zhang Wuji panting heavily, his gaze fixed intently on her, his eyes filled with desire and conquest. Zhang Wuji said in a low, husky voice, "Sister Qing, don't be afraid, there's no one else here." With that, he thrust his hips forward, and the entire head of his penis gradually entered Wu Qingying's mouth.

Wu Qingying felt the massive member slowly squeeze into her mouth, filling it completely. She tried to struggle, but the intense masculine scent made her weak, and she froze, squatting there. As the penis slowly penetrated deeper, she felt her mouth ache, producing a lot of saliva. A surge of heat rose rapidly within her; whether from the alcohol or something else, she couldn't help but look up at Zhang Wuji with a pitiful expression.

The intense, moist heat emanating from the dragon's head made Zhang Wuji dizzy, as if floating in clouds. He groaned again, took a deep breath, and cupped Wu Qingying's head in his hands. He greedily gazed at her beautiful face while slowly thrusting his hips, each thrust deeper than the last.

"Ugh...ugh..." Wu Qingying's body tensed, only able to utter muffled sounds because her mouth was filled with the enormous object.

When half of the shaft entered her mouth, Wu Qingying felt as if it had been stabbed down her throat, and she felt nauseous. She quickly braced herself against Zhang Wuji's legs, her body arching back, spitting out his penis.

Zhang Wuji's penis emerged from Wu Qingying's mouth, the front half soaked with saliva, the glans glistening as if coated with oil.

Wu Qingying sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Her lips, glistening with dew, were alluring and moist, and her high, firm breasts heaved violently. She slowly came to her senses, filled with shame and anger. Her cousin had never even kissed her, yet in her moment of confusion, Zhang Wuji had forced his way into her mouth…

Zhang Wuji looked at the panting Wu Qingying on the ground, a slight unease creeping into his heart. He tentatively called out, “Sister Qing…”

Wu Qingying clutched her chest, and as her breathing gradually calmed, she first glared at the erect penis, then looked up at Zhang Wuji, her pretty face flushed crimson. She suddenly gave Zhang Wuji a seductive look, her large eyes sparkling with shyness and longing, and scolded in a coquettish voice, "You little rascal, how dare you humiliate me like this! You're so naughty! You were too impulsive, you almost made me choke to death..."

Zhang Wuji had calmed down a bit by then, and hearing Wu Qingying's scolding, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty and embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry... I was too excited just now..."

Seeing the guilty expression on Zhang Wuji's youthful and handsome face, Wu Qingying felt a sense of accomplishment for no reason, and seeing that erect, plump, and white penis, which was quite cute, she couldn't help but think to herself, "Since..." Since he's already treated her this way, she might as well try to please him... Besides, she hasn't tried the methods her mother taught her yet... She might as well test them on him and let him taste her methods... She defeated Zhu Jiuzhen with her senior brother, and she can't lose to this little rascal either..."
But then she suddenly thought, "But Zhu Jiuzhen is already with him... then wouldn't I also... No, no..."
Thinking this, Wu Qingying's pretty face blushed even more alluringly, and she said, "Little brother, you're too bad, stuffing your... into someone's mouth... without even asking..." Saying this, she gave Zhang Wuji a coquettish glare, then sat up straight.

Wu Qingying was different from Zhu Jiuzhen. Before, when she was with Zhu Jiuzhen, Zhang Wuji always harbored hatred and a desire to conquer, and every time he forced Zhu Jiuzhen, he felt extremely happy. However, today (Taipei Erotic Website 757h), being with Wu Qingying, he felt a faint sense of disgust, yet also an endless allure from this beautiful woman. Every smile, every frown, every gentle scolding from Wu Qingying gave him an incredibly ambiguous and stimulating feeling. Zhang Wuji's handsome face flushed red, and he stood there, erect, speechless.

Just as he was feeling awkward, he felt a tightening in his lower body. Looking down, he saw a small hand grasping his penis. Wu Qingying raised her head, smiling seductively at him, her eyes brimming with playful delight. Zhang Wuji's heart began to pound again.

"Pop!" Zhang Wuji looked down and saw Wu Qingying squat down between his legs, pouting her lips and kissing the tip of his penis. Instantly, he felt a surge of desire and boundless pleasure.

Just as Zhang Wuji was lost in a daze, he heard Wu Qingying whisper, "You little rascal, you're not allowed to move..." As she spoke, she parted her lips slightly, tilted her head forward, and the head of his penis slowly entered her mouth.

Wu Qingying swallowed and released the penis, occasionally glancing at Zhang Wuji with a seductive look, her red lips opening and closing with each thrust.

Zhang Wuji, gazing at the beautiful sight between his legs, reveling in the intoxicating pleasure, was overcome with lust and his heart swelled with delight. Unable to resist, he arched his back slightly, one hand reaching down to grasp and knead Wu Qingying's breasts. Though not entirely comfortable, the soft, bouncy feel was undeniably wonderful.

Wu Qingying let out a muffled "Mmm," her body involuntarily twisting. She gave Zhang Wuji a seductive glare, then ignored his lewd actions and continued to swallow and release the penis in her mouth. Gradually, she felt her legs ache and go numb from squatting, so she involuntarily knelt between Zhang Wuji's legs, her small hands clinging to his thighs.
Zhang Wuji, without thinking, squeezed a little too hard. Wu Qingying let out a soft "Mmm," spitting out his penis, and scolded, "Little brother, be gentle..." Hearing this,

Zhang Wuji stopped, apologetically saying, "Sister Qing, standing is really inconvenient for me... how about..."
Wu Qingying raised an eyebrow, murmuring, "How about what?" Zhang

Wuji grinned shamelessly, "How about I sit on that big rock... so little brother can touch Sister Qing's breasts and better serve you, sister."

Wu Qingying looked at the rock, her pretty face instantly turning bright red with embarrassment. She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly glanced at Zhang Wuji with her beautiful eyes, and said coquettishly, "Little brother, you really know how to enjoy yourself..."

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Qingying used her small hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, picked up a ribbon from the ground to tie her hair up, then gave Zhang Wuji a charming look before grasping his erect penis. She lowered her face, her lips parted, and enveloped his red, moist breasts in her mouth.

Zhang Wuji sat on a large rock, his legs wide open, watching Wu Qingying's exquisite body kneeling between his legs, bowing her head to take his penis in her mouth. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and sighed contentedly.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's sigh, Wu Qingying glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, then suddenly reached out her other small hand, pulled Zhang Wuji's hand, and pressed it against her high, firm breasts.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qingying was so proactive. Zhang Wuji was thrilled and reached out with both hands to grasp her breasts.
The intense pleasure emanating from his penis quickly reignited his lust. While indulging in Wu Qingying's ministrations, he kneaded her firm, full breasts with both hands. Touching the two high protrusions on her nipples, he gently pinched and rubbed them between his fingers. The nipples, the size of peanuts, were hard and erect.

Wu Qingying's delicate face was flushed, her luscious lips constantly swallowing and releasing his penis, her pink cheeks puffing out and sinking in and out. When Zhang Wuji pinched her nipples, her body suddenly trembled, and she gave him a slightly reproachful look, her long eyelashes fluttering. One small, jade-like hand rested on Zhang Wuji's leg to steady her body, while the other small hand grasped the remaining shaft of his penis outside her mouth and began to rub and stroke it.

With Wu Qingying using both her hands and mouth, the pleasure intensified. Zhang Wuji felt as if his soul had been sucked out of his body by Wu Qingying, every pore on his body opening up, waves of desire surging within him. He thought erratically, "Since she asks for my help and is offering herself pleasure, then perhaps I could…" Thinking this, he secretly reached his hand inside Wu Qingying's silk robe, slowly, finally grasping one of her breasts through her silk bodice.

Wu Qingying initially twisted her body, seemingly trying to resist Zhang Wuji's actions, but when his hand touched her breast, her delicate body trembled violently and she struggled. She released his penis, pressing her small hand against Zhang Wuji's hand inside her robe, urgently saying, "No, little brother."

"I won't move, I'll just leave it here…" Zhang Wuji said shamelessly, the bodice in his hand thin and smooth, outlining the beautiful contours of Wu Qingying's breasts perfectly. Now that he had it in his hand, how could he bear to let go?
This was the first time Wu Qingying had been touched inside her clothes by a man. She hurriedly grabbed Zhang Wuji's hand and tried to pull it out, but couldn't budge it. Flustered and helpless, she scolded, "Then you can only leave it there, don't move!"

Zhang Wuji quickly replied with a smile, "Definitely! Sister Qing...suck it for me again!"

Wu Qingying gave Zhang Wuji a helpless glare, then lowered her head and began to suckle the breast.
Watching Wu Qingying caress him with her mouth, Zhang Wuji's heart stirred with desire. His hand on her bodice gradually became restless, first a finger, then a second... Every time Wu Qingying looked up to protest, he stopped, only to resume his actions after a moment, pushing his luck. When Wu Qingying looked up again, his other hand slipped inside her clothes and grasped her other breast.

Zhang Wuji's annoying hands, kneading her breasts through her silk bodice, brought Wu Qingying both pleasure and distress. Although she resisted with her eyes several times, she was gradually defeated by Zhang Wuji's hands. The tingling, numbing sensation, accompanied by the pounding of her heart, made her twist her body, trying to escape the discomfort. However, a devilish voice suddenly emerged from the depths of her heart, whispering in her ear: "Give up, give up..."
She felt that the stimulation from her breasts was ten times stronger than Zhang Wuji's kneading through her clothes, and a hundred times stronger than Wei Bi's caresses. Zhang Wuji's hands were like a fan, fanning the fire of desire within her, making her mind blurry.

Wu Qingying's body grew increasingly limp. Her initial resistance and restraint gradually gave way to a sense of discouragement, and she eventually indulged in a forbidden pleasure. Suddenly, she felt a slight soreness in her mouth, so she stopped sucking and instead focused solely on the head of the penis, licking it while her small hands continued to stroke the shaft.

Although Wu Qingying only held the glans, the suction of her mouth and the tingling sensation from her tongue against the tender flesh were even more intense. Zhang Wuji began to struggle, hissing and hissing, occasionally letting out low growls.

Wu Qingying glanced up and saw Zhang Wuji's handsome face contorted in a grimace, and a sense of smug satisfaction rose within her, a feeling of control washing over her. She raised her delicate eyebrows and sucked even more vigorously, causing Zhang Wuji to groan repeatedly.

Zhang Wuji felt his engorged member, teased by Wu Qingying's small mouth, harden as if it were about to burst. He was consumed by lust, and his hands suddenly grasped Wu Qingying's bodice, carefully lifting it upwards…

All along, Zhang Wuji had only taken from Zhu Jiuzhen through force, receiving only sensual pleasure. But with Wu Qingying, her alluring gaze, charming smile, melodious voice, subtle anger, and teasing provocations all gave Zhang Wuji a different kind of thrill. He cautiously explored and maneuvered, playing an ambiguous game with Wu Qingying, deeply immersed and intoxicated.

Only when her breasts were freed from the bodice and bounced on her soft flesh did Wu Qingying realize and come to her senses, but it was too late; Zhang Wuji's hands were already grasping her breasts. She had never allowed Wei Bi to even penetrate her inner garments before, but this time Zhang Wuji had broken through two of her defenses.

This was the first time Wu Qingying had ever had her breasts touched so intimately by a man. Even though she was usually quick-witted and clever, her heart was now in turmoil. Her delicate body trembled violently, and she instinctively used her small hands to press down on Zhang Wuji's hands through her silk robe. She gasped and said in a panic, "Little brother... really, no... oh..."

"It's alright... I'll just leave them here..." Zhang Wuji said, but his hands did not stop moving. He continued to knead her breasts.

Wu Qingying desperately pressed down on Zhang Wuji's mischievous hand, but the shock and trembling of her breasts being touched, along with the intense tingling sensation from Zhang Wuji's gentle kneading, surged through her, striking her like a thunderbolt. She felt as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her body, unbearably itchy, and couldn't help but twist her body, trembling as she moaned, "Good brother...no...sister can't take it...oh...no..." Just as she pleaded, Wu Qingying suddenly felt a spasm in her lower abdomen, followed by a gush of wetness from her crotch, instantly making her legs wet. Only then did she realize that although she possessed the family's secret technique, it was merely theoretical; ultimately, she was no match for Zhang Wuji, who had some experience. What she didn't know was that women were inherently weaker in such matters.

The breasts under his hand were just the right size to grasp; although not as full as Zhu Jiuzhen's, they were just as smooth and bouncy, perhaps even more so, bringing Zhang Wuji a different kind of novelty. His hand was pinned down by Wu Qingying, leaving him only able to knead her breast in his palm. As he kneaded, he felt Wu Qingying slowly loosen her grip. Looking at Wu Qingying again, he saw that her face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were glazed, her petal-like red lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly, like a fish out of water, occasionally letting out intermittent low moans.

Zhang Wuji was overjoyed. He used both hands to forcefully break free from Wu Qingying's weak little hands and began to caress her firm breasts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, making Wu Qingying's delicate body tremble and moan incessantly.

Zhang Wuji enjoyed the extreme softness and smoothness under his hands, when suddenly he felt his penis harden as if it were about to burst, which was extremely uncomfortable. So he thrust it into Wu Qingying's small mouth.

Wu Qingying was now powerless to stop Zhang Wuji's rampaging hands and could only let him wantonly defile her jade breasts. As the engorged shaft pressed against her lips, she dazedly opened her flowery lips and took the enormous head into her mouth. In that instant, it was as if a drowning person had grabbed a piece of driftwood, her heart calming slightly. Then, the sensation of the shaft surging into her body aroused a growing wave of desire, making her desperately seek an outlet. She involuntarily began to suck and lick with all her might. Her two small hands alternately gripped the shaft, as if finding a fulcrum to stabilize her body, stroking and kneading it back and forth.
Wu Qingying's use of both mouth and tongue caught Zhang Wuji somewhat off guard, and he let out a roar. An unprecedented, extreme pleasure rapidly accumulated within him, so overwhelming that he could hardly bear it. His whole body became numb and tingling, and he involuntarily released Wu Qingying's beautiful breasts, bracing himself with his hands on the rocks behind him. He gritted his teeth, trying his best to resist the rising wave of desire and slow it down.

Zhang Wuji's hands left her breasts, leaving Wu Qingying with a slight sense of loss. The stimulation from the recent invasion of her nipples had been too intense; though incredibly pleasurable, it also brought a strange discomfort. She couldn't help but recall the secret technique her mother had taught her. Suddenly, she pressed her tongue against the edge of the dragon's head, tracing its rounded curve.

An extremely intense, tingling pleasure surged into Zhang Wuji's penis, coursing along his spine and throughout his body, causing him to tremble violently. The pleasure within him almost overflowed, and he couldn't help but let out a "uh." However, before he could calm down, the tongue traced again…

Although he desperately resisted the ever-increasing pleasure, the repetitive tracing of the tongue eventually became unbearable for Zhang Wuji. In just a few moments, he felt his waist and hips become numb. His penis, however, became even harder and larger, trembling inside Wu Qingying's small mouth.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's state, Wu Qingying knew he was about to ejaculate. Just as she was about to press her advantage, the image of Zhu Jiuzhen's face, smeared with semen, flashed through her mind, and she felt a sudden chill. She quickly spat out the fleshy ball and then gently pressed her slender finger under Zhang Wuji's scrotum.

Just as Zhang Wuji was grimacing, realizing the danger, he felt his desire slowly subside and recede with Wu Qingying's touch.

Just as the ecstasy was about to erupt, it inexplicably subsided, leaving Zhang Wuji feeling somewhat lost. As he breathed heavily, Wu Qingying twisted her slender waist, her pert bottom landing in his lap again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pecked his cheek with her alluring red lips, and laughed, "Little brother, you're so naughty."

Zhang Wuji chuckled, embracing Wu Qingying's petite and exquisite body, and said, "Sister Qing, your little mouth is so enchanting… what trick did you use just now?"

Wu Qingying gave a smug smirk, glanced at him with seductive eyes, and said sweetly, "I won't tell you."
As she spoke, her firm, rounded buttocks gently rubbed against Zhang Wuji's thigh. Although her body was light, her buttocks sitting on Zhang Wuji's lap created a sense of weight; even through his trousers, Zhang Wuji could still feel the softness and elasticity of her flesh.

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