"Youthful Sexual Affairs: The Erotic Past of a Post-80s Generation" - Chapter 137 Double Penetration (4)

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Lin Qing tenderly stroked her, then lifted his spear and gently pressed it against her tight little chrysanthemum bud. Yang Yin stared at him with her big, watery eyes, and said shyly and coquettishly, "Please don't insert it in the wrong place."
Her small hand reached under her buttocks and grabbed the man's weapon. Her slender fingers parted her flesh, revealing a bright red and tender opening.
Lin Qing thrust his penis inside, pumping continuously. Yang Yin responded with a seductive smile. Lin Qing's hips pressed tightly against her smooth, round buttocks, tilting his head to admire her alluring demeanor. The entrance to her honeyed cave emitted the sounds of wetness and the impact of his penis. The girl's slender waist writhed, and the undulating waves of her breasts and buttocks were incredibly arousing.
Yang Yin closed her eyes slightly, her slender waist sinking down gracefully, her plump buttocks pressing tightly against the man's lower abdomen, her body posing at a beautiful angle, her hot and tight honey hole gripping the long spear tightly, her soft and plump buttocks twisting desperately.
Lin Qing held her slender waist tightly, and Yang Yin grabbed his hand in return, moaning softly as she twisted and turned, "Mmm, mmm, harder, mmm..."
Lin Qing forcefully tilted her to the side, causing her to lie on her side on the long table. He continued to thrust and pull her repeatedly. Yang Yin's small hands were behind her back, constantly grabbing his buttocks, "Good, good."
With her eyes half-closed, she moaned wildly, her honeyed orifice contracting tightly, her plump buttocks trembling as she reached orgasm, her whole body going limp as she cried out, "No, I can't take it anymore, stop!"
Lin Qing had not yet ejaculated. His spear was soaking in the warm, moist honey cave, the tip of which was grinding hard against the depths of the honey cave. Yang Yin's whole body was tense, and her delicate body convulsed and went limp. After Lin Qing's spear was freed from the honey cave's restraint, it still stood straight.
"Zhou Ping, help, help me."
Yang Yin rested her head in the crook of Lin Qing's elbow, her round, plump buttocks nestled between the man's legs, her long legs bent to one side, pleading for help from Zhou Ping.
"I haven't recovered yet, let's wait a bit."
Zhou Ping obediently lit a cigarette for Lin Qing, put it in his mouth, rested her head on his right arm, leaned her head against his chest, gently stroked his nipple with her fingers, and whispered, "You should rest for a while too."
Both of them were too exhausted to fight any longer. Lin Qing turned over and sat on the large leather chair, with Zhou Ping and Yang Yin on either side of him. Their two pairs of firm breasts swayed slightly against his body, and their long, black hair cascaded over their high, firm breasts, brushing against his face with their long breaths. He stretched back comfortably, his gaze lingering on their voluptuous bodies.
On the left, Zhou Ping possessed a slender yet voluptuous figure with distinct curves. Her snow-white skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts high and firm, with adorable light pink nipples. Beneath her ample breasts, her smooth abdomen was fair and tender, and her slender waist contrasted sharply with her large breasts and rounded buttocks. Her long, shapely legs were smooth and white, and apart from a small tuft of thick, shiny black pubic hair on her vulva, her entire body was as white as jade, shimmering with an alluring pink glow under the spotlight. Her watery eyes gazed at him affectionately, her cherry lips slightly parted, her tongue gently protruding—a quintessential bed goddess.
Yang Yin on the right has a slightly round face, delicately arched eyebrows, and bright red cherry lips adorned with pearly white teeth. When she smiles, she reveals two charming dimples. Her perfectly proportioned body has soft, smooth skin, rounded breasts, a flat stomach, and a slender waist that creates a complete and beautiful curve. Her straight, long legs are soft yet firm and elastic. Her vulva is high and prominent, with thick, long, curly pubic hair that extends all the way to her anus, displaying a strong desire.
Yang Yinyan's bright red clitoris glistened with a lascivious sheen at the tip of her soft, slippery vulva. A slight flaw was that her rounded buttocks were soft and slightly sagging, unlike Zhou Ping's firm, perky shape. Her pink areolas were also large, like copper coins, and her nipples were a slightly darker red, adding to her overall imperfection. While her words and actions weren't as wanton as Zhou Ping's, the tightness of her honeyed orifice was far superior.
Seeing Lin Qing deep in thought, Zhou Ping and Yang Yin stared intently at him with their four big, watery eyes, and asked in unison, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhou Ping's sweet moans and groans were melodious and pleasing to the ear, while Yang Yin's soft, gentle voice was soothing and refreshing.
"I was thinking, how about we end it here for tonight?"
Although he didn't ejaculate, the continuous sex left Lin Qing feeling somewhat tired.
"Don't even think about it, I've already rested enough."
Zhou Ping pouted.
"Women are really amazing. No wonder the Analects says that there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing."
"Are you trying to die?"
They both laughed so hard they almost fell over, their breasts, some full and some round, trembling with intoxicating waves. Zhou Ping reached out and pinched Lin Qing's chest, saying, "Where in the Analects is this sentence?"
“Hehe, the Analects you read is different from what I’m saying. Confucius’s is outdated; now it’s Lin’s. You should remember this well and teach it to your son in the future.”
"Go to hell, do you think you're some kind of saint?"
Yang Yin giggled and pinched Lin Qing's thigh.
"The two authors of the Analects of Linzi, come and give each other a kiss."
Lin Qing pressed his lips to Zhou Ping's pouting lips, and his hands began to move as well. He put his left arm around Zhou Ping and his right arm around Yang Yin, kissing her on the left and then on the right, and the embrace became tighter and tighter.
Four firm, elastic breasts pressed tightly against Lin Qing's chest, and Yang Yin couldn't help but let out soft moans: "Ah, hum, um, um."
Between Zhou Ping's fair and smooth thighs, it was warm and moist, her slits parted, and love juice overflowed from her cervix, washing over her bright red labia as she uttered soft, seductive moans; "Ah, ah, it itches so much, hum, hum, um..."
Her small hands trembled as she gripped and squeezed the man's spear.
Yang Yin's slender hand also reached between Lin Qing's legs, but when she touched Zhou Ping's hand, she had no choice but to slide it down and gently knead the bullet under the spear.
Seeing that Yang Yin had accepted the threesome, Lin Qing straightened his back and protruded his lower abdomen to the maximum extent, allowing their small hands to knead and rub him to their heart's content. Zhou Ping and Yang Yin turned their heads to kiss his cheeks at the same time, their two soft bodies pressed against him, their four white and round breasts squeezing and rubbing together, while emitting sharp moans.
Lin Qing embraced them on the left and right, touching their two rosy cheeks, smelling the fragrance of their bodies, tasting their lips, enjoying the wonderful taste of their tongues, and kneading their four round and firm breasts to his heart's content.
Zhou Ping's face flushed red, her slender hands caressing the spear, her warm tongue licking Lin Qing's earlobe, Yang Yin's cherry-like mouth secreting sweet saliva, her little tongue moving to send the saliva into his mouth as well, her little hands playing with the bullet.
Lin Qing pressed down on their heads with both hands. Zhou Ping gave him a flirtatious glare, then lowered her head to his crotch, her cool, delicate hands gently gripping the gun barrel. Her lips parted slightly, and she sucked hard on the gun tip.
Yang Yin, her face flushed, knelt beside Zhou Ping, her eyes wide as she watched Lin Qing's glans appear between her lips. Zhou Ping sucked on the tip of the penis, making a 'sizzling' sound, and occasionally stuck out her tongue to lick the shaft. Her beautiful eyes rolled upwards as she cast seductive glances at Lin Qing. Yang Yin was infected by her wantonness and timidly leaned in to press her cherry lips against the shaft, her red tongue lightly licking the bulging veins.
When Zhou Ping saw Yang Yin also licking Lin Qing's spear, she jealously reached out her small hand to encircle the lower edge of the spearhead. Yang Yin's cherry lips had no choice but to slide down to the base of the spear and lick the bullet. She also reluctantly reached out and grasped the shaft under the spearhead, her two small hands completely covering the long spear.
Lin Qing felt that Zhou Ping's slender hands were smooth and delicate, while Yang Yin's hands were a little rougher, but the friction generated when they were moved was more comfortable.
Looking down at their strikingly different faces, Zhou Ping, though lightly made up and with alluring eyes, was not as fresh and pretty as Yang Yin upon closer inspection. Of course, she was more seductive and alluring than Yang Yin.
The two engaged in a contest of sucking and swallowing, their strength increasing and their speed accelerating. Although Yang Yin's technique was not as good as Zhou Ping's, she sucked the pellet into her mouth and sucked hard, further counteracting Lin Qing's persistence.
The intense pleasure brought Lin Qing to the brink of collapse. He quickly bent down and patted their plump buttocks, saying, "Stop."
He pulled Yang Yin's smooth, delicate body up, "You straddle my head, I'll lick you. Zhou Ping, you keep licking me."
Yang Yin happily used her hands to pry open the lips of the honey hole, revealing the bright red tender flesh, and squatted down to straddle Lin Qing's face, aiming at his mouth.
Zhou Ping knelt between Lin Qing's legs, her alluring eyes fixed on the glistening spearhead, soaked in her and Yang Yin's saliva. The bulging veins along the spearhead coiled around the shaft. She greedily grabbed the spear and sucked on it with all her might.

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