[Urban] Romantic Past: The Unrestrained Lives of the Post-80s Generation - 19-21

Chapter 137 Double Flight (4)

Lin Qing tenderly caressed her, lifted his spear, and gently pressed it against her tight little chrysanthemum bud. Yang Yin stared at him with her big, watery eyes, shyly and coquettishly saying, "Don't put it in the wrong place."

She reached her little hand under her buttocks and grabbed the man's weapon. Her slender fingers parted the flesh, revealing the bright red and tender opening.

Lin Qing thrust his penis in and began to pump continuously. Yang Yin responded with a seductive smile. Lin Qing's hips pressed against her smooth, round buttocks. He turned his head to admire her charming and seductive appearance. The entrance of her honey hole made a "tsk tsk" sound of lustful water hitting the spear. The girl's slender waist writhed, and with the ripples of her breasts and buttocks, she was arousing.

Yang Yin closed her eyes slightly, her slender waist sinking lightly. Her plump buttocks pressed tightly against the man's lower abdomen. Her body was in a beautiful angle. Her hot and tight honey hole tightly gripped the spear, and her soft, plump buttocks twisted desperately.

Lin Qing held her slender waist tightly, and Yang Yin gripped his hand tightly in return. With each twist, she let out intermittent moans and gasps, "Mmm, mmm, harder, mmm..."

Lin Qing forcefully tilted her to the side, turning her to lie on her side on the long table. He thrust and pulled repeatedly, and Yang Yin's small hands behind her back, gripping his buttocks. "Good, good,"

she cried out, her eyes half-closed, her honeyed orifice contracting tightly. She reached orgasm, her plump buttocks trembling, her whole body limp, crying out, "No, I can't take it anymore, stop!"

Lin Qing hadn't ejaculated yet. His penis, still soaking in her warm, wet honeyed orifice, ground forcefully deep inside. Yang Yin's body tensed, her delicate frame convulsing and collapsing limply. Even after Lin Qing's penis was freed from the confines of her honeyed orifice, it remained erect.

"Zhou Ping, save me, save me!"

Yang Yin's head rested 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, and leaned her head against his chest, gently stroking his nipples with her fingers. She whispered, "You should rest for a while too."

Both of them were too exhausted to continue. Lin Qing turned over and sat on the large leather chair, with Zhou Ping and Yang Yin on either side of him. Two pairs of firm breasts swayed slightly against his body, their long, black hair cascading 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's slender yet full figure was curvaceous, her snow-white skin smooth and delicate, her breasts high and firm, her light pink nipples adorable. Beneath her ample breasts, her smooth, white abdomen contrasted sharply with her slender waist, large breasts, and rounded buttocks. Her long, slender legs, with their graceful lines, were smooth and white. Except for a small tuft of thick, glossy 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 tenderly, her cherry lips slightly parted, her fragrant tongue protruding—a quintessential bed goddess.

Yang Yin, on the right, had a slightly round face, delicately arched eyebrows, and bright red cherry lips adorned with pearly white teeth. When she smiled, two charming dimples appeared. Her perfectly proportioned body had soft, smooth skin, rounded breasts, a flat stomach, and a slender waist that outlined a complete, beautiful curve. Her straight, long legs were soft yet firm and elastic, her vulva high and prominent, with thick, long, curly pubic hair extending all the way to her anus, displaying a strong desire.

Yang Yin'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 coins, and her nipples were a slightly dark red, adding to her less-than-perfect appearance. While her words and actions weren't as wanton as Zhou Ping's, the tightness of her vagina was far superior.

Seeing Lin Qing deep in thought, Zhou Ping and Yang Yin stared intently at him with their four large, watery eyes, asking in unison, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Ping's soft moans were melodious and sweet, while Yang Yin's gentle whispers were soothing and captivating.

"I was thinking, how about we end it here tonight?"

Although he hadn't ejaculated, the continuous lovemaking had left Lin Qing somewhat tired.

"Don't even think about it, I've already rested enough,"

Zhou Ping pouted.

"Women are really something! No wonder the Analects says there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing."

"Are you kidding me?"

They both laughed so hard they almost fell over, their ample or rounded breasts swaying intoxicating waves. Zhou Ping reached out and pinched Lin Qing's chest. "Where in the Analects is that line?"

"Hehe, the Analects you read is different from what I'm saying. Confucius's is outdated; now it's Lin's. You should memorize it and teach it to your sons in the future."

"Go to hell, you think you're a saint?"

Yang Yin also giggled and pinched Lin Qing's thigh.

"You two authors of the Analects, Lin Zi, come and give me a kiss."

Lin Qing pressed her lips to Zhou Ping's pouting lips, her hands starting to move. She wrapped her left arm around Zhou Ping and her right arm around Yang Yin, kissing her left and then her right, and the embrace grew tighter and tighter.

Four firm, elastic breasts pressed tightly against Lin Qing's chest, and Yang Yin involuntarily let out soft moans: "Ah, hum, um, um."

Zhou Ping's fair and smooth thighs were warm, her slits parted, and love juice overflowed from her cervix, washing over her tender red flesh and making delicate, wanton sounds: "Ah, ah, so itchy, hum, hum, um..."

Her small hands trembled as she gripped and squeezed the man's penis.

Yang Yin's slender hands also reached between Lin Qing's legs, but when she touched Zhou Ping's hands, she had to slide them down, grasping the penis and gently kneading it.

Seeing that Yang Yin had accepted the threesome, Lin Qing straightened his back and pushed his lower abdomen out to the maximum extent, allowing their small hands to knead it to their heart's content. Zhou Ping and Yang Yin simultaneously turned their heads to kiss his cheeks, their two soft bodies pressed against him, their four white, round breasts squeezing and rubbing together, while emitting sharp moans.

Lin Qing embraced them both, touching their delicate pink cheeks, inhaling their fragrant bodies, savoring their sweet taste, and enjoying the exquisite sensation of their tongues. He kneaded their four round, firm breasts with abandon.

Zhou Ping's face flushed red, her slender hands caressing his penis, her warm tongue licking Lin Qing's earlobe. Sweet saliva welled up from Yang Yin's cherry-like mouth, her tongue flicking out, sending saliva into his mouth as well, her small hands playing with the penis.

Lin Qing pressed their heads down with both hands, and Zhou Ping gave him a flirtatious glare, then lowered her head to his crotch, her cool, smooth hands gently grasping the shaft, her lips slightly parted, sucking hard on the tip.

Yang Yin, her face flushed, knelt beside Zhou Ping, her wide eyes fixed on Lin Qing's glans, which was partially visible between her lips. Zhou Ping sucked on the tip of his penis with a soft "sizzling" sound, occasionally licking the shaft with her tongue. Her beautiful eyes rolled upwards, casting seductive glances at Lin Qing. Infected by her wantonness, Yang Yin timidly leaned in and pressed her cherry lips to the shaft, her rosy tongue lightly licking the engorged veins.

Seeing Yang Yin also licking Lin Qing's penis, Zhou Ping, as if jealous, reached out and circled the lower edge of the tip with her small hands. Yang Yin's cherry lips had no choice but to slide down to the base of the penis and lick the clitoris. She also reluctantly reached out and grasped the shaft below the tip, her two small hands completely covering the long penis.

Lin Qing felt that Zhou Ping's slender hands were smooth and delicate, while Yang Yin's were slightly rougher, but the friction created when stroking them was more comfortable.

Looking down at their strikingly different faces, Zhou Ping, though lightly made up and with alluring eyes, couldn't compare to Yang Yin's fresh and delicate beauty upon closer inspection. Of course,

Zhou Ping was more seductive and alluring than Yang Yin. The two women engaged in a competition of sucking and swallowing, their strength and speed increasing. While Yang Yin's technique wasn't as refined as Zhou Ping's, her forceful sucking of the testicles further countered Lin Qing's resistance.

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 lick me."

Yang Yin happily used her hands to pry open the labia of her honeyed cave, revealing the bright red, tender flesh, and half-squatted across Lin Qing's face, aiming at his mouth.

Zhou Ping knelt between Lin Qing's legs, her charming eyes fixed on the glistening tip of his penis, soaked in her and Yang Yin's saliva. The bulging veins along the tip coiled around the shaft. She greedily grabbed the penis and sucked it desperately into her mouth.

Chapter 138 Double Flight (5)

Yang Yin’s honey hole was aimed at Lin Qing’s mouth. Lin Qing licked the red and tender flower lips, tilted his head back and sucked the flower clitoris, making Yang Yin’s whole body tremble. Her fat buttocks pressed down, and the lustful water rushed out from the honey hole. She clenched her silver teeth, the inner wall of the honey hole twisted, clenched her fists, bent and stretched her long legs, twisted her waist and rotated her hips. Her black hair flew in the air, her willow eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she made a muffled moan: “Oh, oh, it’s too, torturous, person, oh.”

Zhou Ping’s pretty face moved back and forth, her red lips closed and held Lin Qing’s spear head, her lilacs curled up, her pearly teeth gently biting, making his spear swell. "Ah, it's so itchy, um, oh, um..."

Saliva flowed out from the gap beside the gun, so tired that she gave up sucking with her mouth, gently exhaled a long breath, and looked at Lin Qing with charming and spring-like eyes: "Why haven't you ejaculated yet? My mouth is numb."

She got up and sat on Lin Qing's waist, grasped the gun with her hand, and sat down hard with her honey hole aimed at the gun head, swallowing the gun head completely. "So thick!" She moved

her round buttocks up and down.

Lin Qing's gun was tightly gripped by the inner walls of his honey hole, which also stretched the narrow cavity to the point of bulging. The tingling and sour pleasure stimulated Zhou Ping to lower her soft breasts and pant: "You really, really killed me."

Her big breasts rubbed against Lin Qing's chest, her hands hugged him tightly, her red lips kissed his cheeks like raindrops, her round white buttocks moved up and down, swaying left and right and rubbing back and forth, each time making the gun head rub against the cervix, her big breasts swayed and shook, and fragrant sweat splashed like rain.

"Quick, quick, touch, rub me."

Zhou Ping's body swayed and trembled. Lin Qing reached out and grabbed her plump breasts, caressing and kneading her erect nipples, while her buttocks arched upwards in coordination with her movements.

Zhou Ping's eyes rolled back in her head from the intense stimulation, while Lin Qing continued to lick Yang Yin's clitoris. Both women writhed on Lin Qing's body, moaning, "Ah, so comfortable, fuck me to death, it feels so good."

"Ouch, ouch, you, licking, it's so wonderful."

Zhou Ping's body went limp and weak as she pressed against Lin Qing, but she pushed Yang Yin away from Lin Qing's head. Seeing that Zhou Ping had reached her climax, Yang Yin quickly pushed her off, flipped over and straddled Lin Qing's waist. Her slender hand grasped the spear and aimed it at her honey hole. With a gentle slump, she inserted the spearhead into her flesh, exhaled a breath, sweat dripped down her face, and she gritted her teeth, "Ouch, oh..."

She carefully moved her round buttocks up and down repeatedly until the spear was fully inserted. By this time, her face had turned pale, her honey hole was swollen full, and there was no gap between her labia and the spear.

"Oh, it's so full, so full."

Lin Qing's penis moved in and out of her honey cave, rubbing against her tender flesh. "Oh, it feels so good, so beautiful, so wonderful."

The wonderful pleasure made Yang Yin abandon her restraint, twisting her slender waist and turning her plump buttocks, imitating Zhou Ping's wanton moans.

Lin Qing also reached out and kneaded her round, full breasts, thrusting his buttocks upwards with force, his long penis pressed tightly against the entrance of her honey cave.

"Oh, a little lighter, it's all the way in."

His penis even touched her cervix, Yang Yin's starry eyes rolled, and she moaned wantonly, "Oh, that's great, oh."

She leaned down and hugged Lin Qing even tighter, her round breasts pressing against the man's chest, her plump buttocks twisting desperately.

Yang Yin's moans spurred Lin Qing on. He thrust upwards, and Yang Yin pressed down, their movements becoming increasingly synchronized. "Oh, I... I can't take it anymore, oh!"

Yang Yin's vaginal walls contracted and sucked at the tip of his penis, releasing a torrent of vaginal fluid that soaked her pubic hair. Exhausted, she pressed herself against Lin Qing.

Lin Qing embraced Yang Yin's smooth, delicate body, rolled over, and placed her alluring form on the long table. Her flat stomach was free of any excess fat, her alluring navel sparked his imagination, and the thick, dark pubic hair surrounding her vulva caused her honeyed opening to ooze a stream of love juice, making his blood boil.

Yang Yinqiang opened her clear, starry eyes and looked at Lin Qing with pleading eyes: "Again? I'm so tired. Go find Zhou Ping."

"Just a little longer, I'm almost there too. How can I say I've truly won you over if I don't ejaculate inside?"

Lin Qing pressed his lips against her soft cherry lips, his tongue swirling inside her open mouth. He pinched her firm nipples, leaned down and pressed his upper body tightly against her elastic breasts. His lower abdomen and thighs pressed intimately against her smooth, delicate skin. He teased her wet, slippery slits and pushed in half an inch. Her tight, honeyed entrance gripped the tip of his penis. He hugged her plump buttocks and thrust hard, inserting his penis to the very root into her tight honeyed entrance, his pubic bone pressing against her bulging mons pubis.

Yang Yin's slender waist swayed gently, her smooth arms wrapped around Lin Qing's back, and her long legs lightly wrapped around his waist. Lin Qing enjoyed the tight, moist sensation of her vagina, and pressed his lips to Yang Yin's thin, cherry-like lips. Yang Yin parted her lips slightly and sucked Lin Qing's tongue into her mouth, his soft little tongue contracting slightly.

The long spear moved in and out of her vagina gently, the tip scraping against the tender, moist flesh, causing slight spasms. Sweet saliva welled up in Yang Yin's mouth, her little tongue intertwining and playing with Lin Qing's, her long legs tightly gripping the man's waist.

"Oh, faster, I can't take it anymore, faster!"

she cried out, thrusting rapidly beneath Lin Qing, her hands gripping his buttocks, her long, smooth legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her swollen mons pubis pressed against him, preventing the long spear from moving in and out of her vagina.

Lin Qing's spearhead, deep inside her honeyed cave and pressed against her uterus, was scalded by the hot love juice, causing a tingling sensation. Combined with the powerful spasms and contractions of the tender flesh of her cave walls, her pent-up ejaculation finally gave way, and thick streams of semen gushed out.

Zhou Ping trembled as if in spasms, "So hot, so comfortable." Her long legs wrapped tightly around Lin Qing's waist, preventing his spear from withdrawing. She touched Lin Qing's chest, looking at him with a satisfied expression: "Are you satisfied now?" Lin Qing kissed her smooth, flowing, waist-length hair, "Aren't you satisfied?" "You're so capable, what woman wouldn't be satisfied?" Yang Yin paused, "How come your thing is so big? It's made me swollen." "What thing?" Lin Qing cupped her round face, looking into her eyes. Yang Yin blushed slightly under Lin Qing's gaze, and lowered her head timidly. Zhou Ping, laughing lewdly, chimed in, "It's a dick toy, isn't it?" She leaned closer to Yang Yin, "How about it? I wasn't bragging, was it? Did you enjoy being fucked? You little slut, look at how much you drooled last night, you almost flooded the bed." Yang Yin felt embarrassed by her words and retorted, "If you're not slutty, you'd offer yourself up to be fucked." "Oh, you dare say that about me? If I hadn't offered myself up, would you have gotten to taste Lin Qing's big dick today? Look at your slutty self, don't you never moan in bed?" "I don't moan as slutly as you do." "I'm willing, I've always been like this, unlike you who hide it all, just humming incoherently." Hearing their argument, Lin Qing couldn't help but laugh, a puff of smoke getting into his throat, and he coughed violently twice. The two women quickly turned to look at Lin Qing, asking with concern, "Are you alright?" Lin Qing shook his head. "I'm fine. Shouldn't you go back and check on Su Ying?" "Tch." Zhou Ping mimicked Su Ying's tone and rolled her eyes at Lin Qing. "You're still thinking about her? Okay, I'll go back and check on her."

“It’s not that I miss Su Ying, but you guys don’t care about her. If you have any problems, I’ll care about you too.”

“I know you’re sentimental, I’ll definitely let you have your way.”

Zhou Ping turned to look at Yang Yin. “Get up and get dressed. You don’t want to wait until I leave to do it again, do you?”

“Do it my foot, my bones are still sore.”

Yang Yin lazily got up and put on her clothes.

Chapter 139 Flower Picking Girls’ Dormitory (1)

Friday, every student was in high spirits. The week of study was over, and they could go home and relax for two days. Su Ying and the others didn’t have to rehearse in the evening, and Lin Qing was happy to have some free time.

At noon, he received a call from Song Bing, saying that the brothers wanted to get together in the evening and find some entertainment. After lunch, Lin Qing started packing his things, preparing to slip away as soon as school was over in the afternoon.

In the office, he was happily whistling and imagining how he would have a good time in the evening when Zhou Ping pushed open the door and walked in.

A short, sleeveless, pinkish-white cheongsam with a front opening revealed her fair arms, making her look incredibly sexy. Large pink peonies adorned the front, and the tight-fitting cheongsam accentuated her high, full breasts and slender waist. As she moved, the slit revealed glimpses of her soft, white thighs. The dress perfectly showcased her figure.

Seeing Lin Qing's excited expression, she paused slightly. "What's making you so happy? Did another young girl agree to sleep with you?"

"Hehe, that's all you think about me."

Lin Qing looked at her curvaceous figure and exclaimed, "Your figure is amazing. Wearing this, who would believe you're only eighteen?"

"Really?"

Zhou Ping's face lit up with excitement. "What do I look like?"

"Like a socialite from 1930s Shanghai."

"Go to hell! Saying I look like a prostitute!"

She pinched me.

"You're more like a lady than a prostitute, okay?"

Lin Qing chuckled, grabbing her smooth, cool little hand. "What do you need from your brother?"

"Nothing now,"

Zhou Ping said with a disappointed tone.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you? Tell me, I'll help you."

"No, what are you thinking? I was originally planning not to go home and stay here with you. But it seems you have plans for tonight, so you don't need me. Never mind, I don't want to force you."

Lin Qing hadn't realized this little vixen, besides being wanton, was actually quite understanding. He was starting to like her. "Song Bing invited me to 'The Rich's Club' for drinks tonight. I haven't seen those brothers in ages. It's not about meeting girls, aren't you guys enough?"

Zhou Ping beamed. "Take me with you, I haven't been there yet. I heard it's really high-class."

"No way, you'll be walking into a den of wolves. It's full of perverts."

"I'm not afraid! Aren't you a big pervert yourself?"

"That still won't do. I wouldn't give you to them."

Seeing Lin Qing's firm refusal, Zhou Ping forced a smile. "Okay, then I'll let you do it alone, alright?"

"If you want to go to 'The Rich's Club, I can take you there myself sometime. I'll be there too, you won't have to join the fun."

"Really? Then go back to school on Saturday, I'll come with you. Maybe I can even give you a gift."

"What gift?"

"We'll see. Remember, I'll wait for you in the dorm on Saturday night, don't forget if you're drunk."

Zhou Ping chuckled and pinched Lin Qing's crotch before turning and leaving.

After checking the afternoon attendance, Lin Qing left the school, hailed a taxi at the gate, and headed straight to Song Bing's house. Li Qingyang and Tang Ning were already waiting there.

"It's only a little past two, let's play some mahjong, the others won't be here so soon."

Song Bing led Lin Qing and the others into a room with only a mahjong table.

Song Bing's house was damn luxurious; the mahjong room was over twenty square meters. "Rich people are really something, this room is much bigger than my living room."

Lin Qing exclaimed as he sat down in the large chair. "The chair is softer than my bed."

"Alright, alright, if you keep praising your second brother, he'll get cocky."

Li Qingyang chuckled as he looked at Lin Qing. "Lin Qing is trying to flatter his second brother until he's dizzy, so he can win a few more rounds."

Tang Ning interjected, "You don't understand, Qingyang, this is called psychological warfare."

"You know me so well, Ning-ge."

Among the group of brothers, Lin Qing was the youngest, and as the youngest, he also had the sweetest tongue.

The card game that day was strange. The "Two of Bamboo" seemed to have a soft spot for Lin Qing; whenever it was a "treasure" or Lin Qing won with it, it never missed out—it was practically a guaranteed win. "Treasure Jacket!" Tang Ning couldn't hold back any longer when I slammed the "Two of Bamboo" onto the table again. "Damn it, while we were gone, how many girls' breasts did you touch at school? Are those bras your relatives?"

Li Qingyang and Song Bing also leaned on the table, looking at Lin Qing: "Confess now."

"Not many, not many,"

Lin Qing said with an embarrassed smile.

"Alright, now we're the big boss at school, we're influential in both the legitimate and underworld circles. It's like that movie that was in a couple of days ago, what was it called, Qingyang?"

"It's 'Fight Back to School'."

"Right, right, then we'll call you 'First Middle School Fierce Dragon' from now on, okay?" "

Fierce Dragon is fine, don't include 'First Middle School' or anything like that."

"Hahaha..."

Everyone laughed together.

That night, it was the same 'luxury' restaurant again: private rooms, imported liquor, lecherous glances at the hot girls at disco, back at the hotel cuddling with girls, and drinking again at noon.

In the afternoon, Song Bing drove the still-drunk Lin Qing back to school. Lin Qing dragged his tired body back to his room, collapsed onto the bed without even taking off his clothes, and fell asleep. He

didn't know how long he slept when he was startled awake by a rapid knocking on the door. Opening his eyes, he saw it was already dark. He

groggily opened the door, and Zhou Ping stood there, pouting angrily. "You haven't forgotten I was waiting for you, have you? What time is it? Still sleeping?"

Her short-sleeved shirt had a low neckline, emitting a faint fragrance. Lin Qing looked at her full breasts, rounded shoulders, and her round, large, pert buttocks encased in her short skirt, and sighed, "What a beauty." His still-drunk body was immediately filled with desire.

He placed his hands on Zhou Ping's rounded shoulders, close to her still slightly damp hair, took a deep breath, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, and gently kissed her neck, his lips touching her smooth skin.

Zhou Ping's breathing quickened, and she leaned against Lin Qing, hugging him tightly. Lin Qing couldn't wait to find her moist, soft lips, and Zhou Ping's smooth tongue eagerly explored Lin Qing's mouth. Lin Qing held her soft body, his long penis pressing hard against her lower abdomen.

Zhou Ping's waist and back were very voluptuous, and felt extremely comfortable to the touch. Lin Qing kissed her as he sat back on the bed, his hand slipping under her clothes, touching her soft breasts through her thin bra.

"Ah, no, don't rush,"

Zhou Ping twisted her soft body, "Let's go to my place, I don't want to be here, Lin Qing—"

She moaned softly, pulling away Lin Qing's hand from her breasts and standing up. "Let's go."

Lin Qing followed her stealthily out of the classroom and dormitory building. The campus was quiet on Saturday. A cool evening breeze carried Zhou Ping's alluring fragrance to his nostrils, and the twinkling stars in the clear night sky intoxicated him.

He pulled her voluptuous body close to his, touching and kissing her exposed, glistening skin.

"Stop it, it'll be bad if the dorm supervisor sees us,"

Zhou Ping said, breaking free from Lin Qing's embrace and running into the girls' dormitory. Lin Qing waited at the door for a moment before entering the dormitory as well.

Although he was the de facto head of the student affairs office, Lin Qing rarely inspected the girls' dorms for image reasons. He was wondering what excuse to give the dorm supervisor when he saw her fast asleep at her desk.

Lin Qing secretly rejoiced and slipped inside. Relying on his limited memory of dormitory inspections, he found himself at Zhou Ping's room. The door was slightly ajar, letting in a dim, yellowish light.

There were fewer girls than boys at the No. 1 Middle School in the city. In the same-sized dormitories, six or seven boys would squeeze into four-person rooms sleeping in bunk beds, while the girls would generally choose to live in groups of two or three with their close friends. There would be empty spaces in every room, and those who preferred peace and quiet would even live alone.

Zhou Ping and her friends occupied two rooms, sometimes living together and sometimes mixed in.

Lin Qing pushed open the door and walked in, then closed it behind him. He hugged Zhou Ping's body from behind, feeling the alluring elasticity of her buttocks. He lowered his head and kissed her fair and delicate neck, his hands sliding down her rounded shoulders to unbutton her high, full breasts. Zhou Ping's fragrant shoulders trembled slightly, and her shirt slid down her tender white arms. Lin Qing's hand touched the hook of her bra, gently clipped it, and then pulled it off from the front, bringing it to his nose to smell. "It smells so good."

Zhou Ping gave Lin Qing a shy glare, then slowly turned around. Her firm, full breasts swayed gently, creating white waves, and the pink nipples in the center of her pale areolas were slightly erect.

Lin Qing greedily grasped and squeezed Zhou Ping's ample breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. Zhou Ping's face flushed with excitement. Lin Qing released her slender waist, lifted her short skirt, revealing a small pink thong, and slipped his fingers inside, pulling it down to her knees, watching the round curves of her smooth, white buttocks.

Zhou Ping bent over, lifted her leg, and pulled her pink thong down to her ankles, her delicate feet stepping out. She turned her body to the side, clamping her long legs together, and looked at Lin Qing with a fiery gaze, "Still not letting me undress completely? You're a bit of a pervert!"

Her sparse pubic hair couldn't cover her bulging vulva, her fair thighs were long and straight, standing there without a gap, her knees were round, her calves were slender and shapely, and her delicate little feet were also white and tender. Her boneless body threw herself into Lin Qing's arms, "I missed you so much, I can't be without you for a day."

She kissed Lin Qing's face desperately, moaning and panting hotly in his ear.

Lin Qing lowered his head and took Zhou Ping's plump breasts into his mouth, licking her pink nipples with his tongue. His left hand squeezed and rubbed her breasts, while his right hand stroked the smooth skin on her inner thighs. Zhou Ping, panting, spread her legs, arched her back, and presented her mons pubis to Lin Qing's fingers. Her hands hurriedly unbuttoned Lin Qing's clothes and belt.

Chapter 140 Flower Picking Girl's Dormitory (2)

"Come, go to the bed."

Zhou Ping pressed herself tightly against Lin Qing, every inch of her soft body in close contact with him. Her nipples hardened in his mouth. She looked down at Lin Qing, her rough breath spraying onto his face, her pubic hair rustling under his caresses.

Lin Qing used his fingers to separate the fleshy slit covered in sticky love juice. His middle finger touched the hot, honeyed entrance between the labia, curved upwards, and slowly probed in. He inserted it into the steaming honeyed entrance, swirling and stirring it. He bent it up and picked at the rings of flesh inside. Zhou Ping's sexy and alluring body trembled. She tightly hugged Lin Qing's head with both hands, and pressed her mouth against his ear, moaning indistinctly, "Oh, oh..."

Her pink face flushed red, and her lustful desire stirred. She put her red, fragrant tongue into the man's mouth, and quietly raised her left hand that was holding her, placing her soft breast into his palm.

Lin Qing had already noticed that while Zhou Ping wasn't the most beautiful among the four women, her voluptuous and smooth body was incredibly alluring. He kneaded her breasts, causing her to let out wanton moans, her large, watery eyes gazing at him with lustful desire: "I can't resist anymore."

Lin Qing's right hand touched her wet vulva below her mons pubis. "Come on, turn around, wrap it for me."

Zhou Ping twisted her burning body, presenting her shapely buttocks to Lin Qing in a very seductive pose, swaying them as she slowly knelt down, her fragrant and alluring aura intoxicating.

"Very good."

Lin Qing reached out and fondled Zhou Ping's voluptuous breasts, pressing her head down between his legs.

Zhou Ping slowly knelt down beside him, gently cupping his penis and rubbing it a few times. She opened her small mouth, extending her bright red tongue to lick the glans, moving it nimbly. Then she put the entire penis into her mouth, sucking intensely while gently rubbing her testicles. Her sexy red lips tightly enveloped the glans, and a sucking 'sizzle' sound came from her sunken cheeks.

She also moved her fragrant, soft body, her voluptuous breasts rubbing against Lin Qing's waist and hips, her round, white buttocks displaying their sexy allure to the man.

Lin Qing inserted his fingers into her wet, honeyed cave, his palm pressing and rubbing her clitoris. Zhou Ping's pink vulva was soaking wet, and her juices flowed into her anus.

She glanced back at Lin Qing, her eyes burning with lust, her cheeks flushed, and an expression of utter enjoyment appeared on her face. "Brother Lin, it feels so good, harder, it's so good."

She opened her rosy lips, turned back to me, and smiled sweetly, moaning softly.

*Smack…* Lin Qing slapped her round, plump buttocks hard. “Wrap it properly, don’t slack off.”

Zhou Ping stuck out her rosy tongue and licked her lips, then turned to face Lin Qing with a seductive, wanton look. She lowered her breasts and pressed them against his thighs, opening her mouth wide to take his glans in. Her movements quickened, and she continued to swallow and spit, moaning with satisfaction and intense panting.

Pleasure surged from Lin Qing’s lower abdomen. Just as he was about to lose control, Zhou Ping suddenly stopped. She pinched his glans hard with her thumb and forefinger, pulling him back from the brink of explosion.

She bent her long, white thighs, and moved her round, white buttocks over Lin Qing’s head. Lin Qing reached out and parted her soft labia. The glistening love juice glistened at the pink entrance of her honey hole. He stuck out his tongue and licked the clitoris at the entrance.

Zhou Ping twitched slightly, her small mouth, still holding the penis, emitted muffled breaths. Lin Qing sucked on the hard, slippery clitoris with his lips, his fingers moving back and forth inside her vagina, his knuckles rubbing her clitoris. Zhou Ping's buttocks pressed against Lin Qing's lips, moving violently, her sucking on the glans becoming frantic.

Lin Qing's penis, under the diligent service of her warm red lips and fragrant tongue, experienced intense pleasure. His penis, already at its climax, began to leak fluid from its urethral opening as the small mouth continued to suck. Zhou Ping turned her head, smiling at Lin Qing, her hand still rapidly stroking him.

Lin Qing felt a chill run down his spine; his first ejaculation landed on Zhou Ping's smiling face. She felt Lin Qing's ejaculation and quickly turned her head, her small mouth swiftly taking the surging penis into her mouth and sucking hard. Lin Qing trembled as he ejaculated into her mouth.

Zhou Ping's movements slowed, some white semen spilling from the corner of her mouth, splashing onto her face, making her look alluring and seductive. She opened her mouth, showing Lin Qing the semen that had just been ejaculated into it. Some of it dripped down the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed most of it. Then she scraped the semen off her face with her fingers and sucked it in her mouth.

Lin Qing lay limply on the bed. Zhou Ping still encircled his penis with her cherry lips, her fragrant tongue licking the remaining semen on the glans. She also extended her small tongue to lick the base of his penis and suck on his scrotum, making seductive sounds. Her sexy lips enveloped the glans, and her tongue frantically thrust against the urethral opening.

Lin Qing closed his eyes and enjoyed it. His penis, which had just ejaculated, became even more erect. His eyes blazed with fire as he trembled and pulled Zhou Ping's snow-white, full body over, pressing down on her. "So soft." He touched only warm, smooth flesh. He kissed her neck and lips, cupping her firm, large breasts in his hands and bringing them to his mouth to taste.

Zhou Ping closed her eyes and moaned comfortably, "Come in, I want it."

Her eyes were glazed, her breath coming in gasps as if she were crying, her hands caressing the man's chest.

Lin Qing's glans easily found the crevice, plunging straight into the wet, warm, and soft honey hole. It was so smooth and slippery, offering no resistance whatsoever. The full mons pubis felt like a thick cushion, allowing him to thrust freely. His penis churned and pumped wildly inside her honey hole. Zhou Ping arched her slender waist, moaning softly as she enjoyed the man's thrusts.

"Finally, you're fucking me in bed. The last two times on the table weren't comfortable at all."

"Not comfortable making love with me?"

Lin Qing quickened his pace, penetrating even deeper, sweat dripping from his face onto Zhou Ping's breasts.

Zhou Ping looked at him passionately, forcefully raising her mons pubis to welcome his penis, her eyes wide and mouth open, panting heavily, "Hehe, it hurts my knees, the table is so hard, and you always like to fuck me from behind, how annoying!" Her honey hole began to twitch and contract, Lin Qing's penis thrust hard a few times in the tightly contracting honey hole, forcefully pressing his glans against Zhou Ping's body, "Oh, you have to pick a place to fuck me."

Zhou Ping revealed a girlish playfulness, sticking out her tongue to lick Lin Qing's nipple, "Of course, you want me to feel good too, right?"

Lin Qing felt a tingling and itchy sensation all over his body, his hands encircling Zhou Ping's neck and pulling her up. Zhou Ping's body was a little heavy after her orgasm, and when he exerted a little force, his penis accidentally slipped out of her honey hole.

"Where do you want to go?"

Zhou Ping's soft little hand reached out and grasped his penis, thrusting her mons pubis as she straddled him, the glans enveloped by soft, smooth flesh, the wet honey hole swallowing his penis.

Lin Qing held her slender waist, helping her to thrust against him. Her firm, white breasts swayed, bumping against his chest with each thrust. Zhou Ping's honeyed cave contracted and writhed, sucking and stroking his penis, her breath coming in gasps. Her disheveled hair, damp with sweat, clung to her flushed cheeks. Lin Qing suddenly lifted his buttocks, his penis pressing against her, listening to Zhou Ping's

moans of "Ah, ah..." It was incredibly pleasurable.

"I'm tired, let's change positions."

Seeing the sweat on Zhou Ping's forehead, Lin Qing released his hands from behind her waist. Zhou Ping turned her back to Lin Qing, bent over, and lay on the bed with her legs spread, her round, pert buttocks sticking out. Her hands pressed against the edge of the bed, and she looked back at the man with a seductive gaze: "Come on, I want it."

Her round buttocks were high and firm, her soft labia peeking out from beneath her alluring cleft.

Lin Qing gazed at the beautiful curves of her long legs and round buttocks, parting her smooth, white flesh with his hands. Her tender, red labia minora, glistening with moisture, parted to reveal a barely visible opening. He bent down, caressing her full breasts with his left hand, and slowly brought his penis closer to the entrance of her honeyed cave. The glans gently rubbed against her labia, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through him. The love juice flowing from her vulva moistened the glans. He pressed his pubic bone against her soft, smooth buttocks and inserted his penis, the glans disappearing into her honeyed cave and then withdrawing, enjoying the pleasure of friction at the entrance of her vulva. Leaning forward, he lifted Zhou Ping's full breasts with his right hand, his fingers teasing the hard nipples. He swayed

his hips back and forth, gently thrusting his penis into her lubricated honeyed cave. Zhou Ping frequently moved her hips, pushing back, wanting Lin Qing to penetrate deeper.

Lin Qing continued to tease her mischievously, slapping her alluring, upturned buttocks with his hands, making a series of loud 'smacks'.

"Ouch, ouch, you're so naughty!"

Zhou Ping screamed and struggled, but Lin Qing twisted her hands and pinned them against her back. Lin Qing lightly slapped the alabaster skin of her fair buttocks, leaving faint red handprints.

"No, don't hit me anymore!"

Zhou Ping pleaded pitifully. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Lin Qing's buttocks, then thrust her own buttocks back. With a soft "plop," his penis was fully inserted into her honey hole.

Zhou Ping groaned, tilting her head back slightly, her buttocks thrusting even higher. The walls of her vagina gripped his penis tightly, moving back and forth.

Lin Qing was not to be outdone, gripping her waist tightly and thrusting in and out like a piston. Zhou Ping's groans grew louder and louder, echoing in the room along with the 'slap slap' of her buttocks hitting him and the 'plop, plop' of his thrusting.

Lin Qing thrust in and out with all his might, Zhou Ping's vulva opening and closing with each stroke, her love juices slowly flowing down her thighs. Lin Qing looked down at his penis moving in and out between her buttocks, listening to Zhou Ping's unconscious, melodious moans, and increased the amplitude of his movements, thrusting in and out more rapidly, more and more love juices flowing out onto his penis.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping grabbed Lin Qing's penis, turned around, and pushed him down, sitting on top of him.

Lin Qing thrust his penis in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, she swaying her tender, white buttocks, offering her red lips to Lin Qing in a passionate kiss, holding him tightly and letting him suckle her fragrant tongue. Her tender, white breasts swayed before Lin Qing's eyes, her slender waist swayed, and her lips curled into a smile of desire.

The penis was tightly gripped by the walls of her honeyed cave. After a rapid round of riding, Zhou Ping's body slumped down, her warm honeyed cave contracting violently, gripping the penis tightly. She groaned and collapsed onto Lin Qing's chest, a tingling sensation spreading through his glans. Lin Qing also gripped her soft, smooth buttocks tightly with both hands. "I'm going to come ,"

Lin Qing said, his breath coming in urgent gasps. "Come on, come on, I've been waiting for so long, shoot it into me."

Zhou Ping struggled to move, the penis thrusting upwards with force, the glans swelling violently, her body trembling as semen spurted out, shooting straight into Zhou Ping's honeyed cave.

Zhou Ping trembled and opened her legs, the penis still gently throbbing within her walls, tightly gripped by her honeyed cave. After about a minute, she opened her eyes, the penis now limp inside her tightly gripping honeyed cave.

Lin Qing, limp and powerless, lay on her back, slowly sliding down onto the bed, his legs weak, his knees feeling numb.

Chapter 141 The Promiscuous Woman Sun Yao (1)

Zhou Ping's small hand touched Lin Qing's penis and flicked it. "Can't take it anymore? Behave yourself. Why don't you get up?"

"Don't make a fuss, I'm so tired, let me lie down for a while."

"What did you do yesterday? You're so tired?"

"Nothing much, I drank a bit too much."

"Get up, I still have a gift for you."

"Let me wake up first."

Lin Qing closed his eyes drowsily.

"Then you sleep, I'll go to that bed so you don't have trouble sleeping."

Zhou Ping got off the bed and left quietly.

Lin Qing was awakened by a strong urge to urinate. He got up drowsily and went out of the room to urinate. When he came back from the women's restroom, he vaguely saw that the light was on in the room next to Zhou Ping's, and people were whispering. They immediately stopped talking when they heard his footsteps.

Lin Qing felt a little strange. Could someone have come so early? He was too sleepy to think about it and went back to Zhou Ping's room to continue sleeping.

In his sleep, Lin Qing felt someone caressing him, from his chest down to his groin. A small hand gently rubbed his penis. He squinted his eyes, saying, "Little slut, still not full? So eager."

The room was dark, but by the bright moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw a shadowy body beside him, panting heavily, her full breasts pressed against him, trembling alluringly.

She sensed Lin Qing was awake, grabbed his hand, and pressed it to her breasts. Her eyes were filled with desire as she looked at him, but sleepiness prevented Lin Qing from reacting. His hand remained stiff on her high breasts, and he closed his eyes again.

Lin Qing vaguely heard the girl sigh helplessly. She released his hand, seemingly rolling over, and her warm breath enveloped his penis. Slender fingers kneaded the base of his penis, the soft, elastic flesh pressing against his abdomen, while her mouth sucked on the glans, her tongue licking the urethral opening.

Lin Qing's breathing gradually quickened, and as he stretched out his arm, he happened to touch the girl's wet mons pubis. She was already overflowing with desire, and sticky fluids flowed down her smooth inner thighs.

Lin Qing's drowsiness lessened considerably, and his hand caressed her through her thin, smooth panties. The girl's breathing became heavy, and she slightly twisted her body, leaning down to press her face against Lin Qing's. Just as their lips touched, her little tongue darted out, and Lin Qing took it in with his lips, sucking on it. The fragrance emanating from her nostrils assaulted his face, and her arms clung tightly to him.

In his hazy state, Lin Qing sensed something unusual about the way she kissed him and the scent of her breath. He gently pushed her shoulders away, opened his eyes, and exclaimed, "Ah, it's you?"

Sun Yao's face flushed a bewitching red, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her eyes were gentle as water. "Surprised, aren't you?"

she murmured, throwing herself into his arms, holding Lin Qing tightly with all her might, burying her head in his chest.

Lin Qing saw her snow-white nape and felt a coolness on his chest. Sun Yao raised her head, her face streaked with tears, and gazed at him with bright eyes. "Do you hate me?" she asked

softly, leaning against him.

"No, I'm overjoyed!"

Lin Qing bent down and gently lifted Sun Yao into his arms, turning on the light and looking closely at her beautiful face.

Sun Yao's medium-length straight hair was tied back, gleaming with a dark sheen. Her round eyes had long eyelashes that seemed to flutter alluringly, and a shy blush tinged her perfect oval face. Her snow-white teeth were revealed beneath her rosy lips, and a silver openwork necklace adorned her long, slender white neck, making her look even more mature.

Lin Qing leaned closer to her, inhaling her faint fragrance. Sun Yao, exuding charm, reached up and smoothed a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead. Looking at Lin Qing with hazy eyes, she murmured resentfully, "I put your hand on my chest and you didn't react. It seems I was a bit presumptuous to have Zhou Ping offer herself up as a gift."

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. A few crystal-like tears clung to her blushing face, her upper teeth biting her lower lip tightly. Her small hands rested awkwardly beside her thighs, and her graceful body trembled slightly, perhaps from sadness.

Lin Qing pressed his lips to her rounded ear, gently blew a breath, and licked her soft earlobe with his tongue. "I was too sleepy just now, I didn't even realize it was you, did I?"

Sun Yao slowly opened her eyes, her gaze alluring and captivating, her sweet coquettishness tinged with reproach: "So what if I knew it was me? I can see you don't care about me at all, so I might as well—"

Lin Qing's lips sealed her words, greedily sucking her sweet saliva. She

slipped her delicate tongue into her mouth, gently teasing it. Lin Qing's tongue circled in her mouth, and Sun Yao's cute nose made soft "mmm, mmm" sounds, her tense body beginning to relax.

Lin Qing pulled away from her mouth, reaching to unbutton her nightgown, pulling it down her shoulders to her ankles.

Sun Yao's curvaceous body was now only clad in a strapless black lace bra and panties, the black lingerie contrasting against her snow-white skin, her long hair disheveled and draped over the pillow.

Lin Qing's sleepiness vanished completely. He reached out and gently twisted her chest, causing her front-clasp bra to open and reveal her full, hemispherical breasts, at least a 33D. The bright red nipples in the center of her smooth, white flesh were already erect. He held her full, firm breasts in his hands, occasionally gently scratching her areolas with his fingernails, carefully avoiding touching her nipples.

Sun Yao's pretty face flushed red, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly. She gently twisted her graceful body. Lin Qing teased her, "What did you say you weren't as good as?" He

still didn't touch her nipples.

"Bad brother, um, teasing me like this, um..."

Sun Yao's voice became hazy.

"Hehe, how did I tease you?"

Lin Qing slightly increased the intensity of his stimulation. Sun Yao couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against her breasts. "Kiss me quickly, it hurts so much, ah..."

Lin Qing took advantage of the situation and sucked on her bright red nipples. "Ah, ah..."

Sun Yao let out a satisfied sigh.

Lin Qing pinched her nipple between her lips and rotated it, her teeth gently grinding against it, her tongue flicking back and forth. Her hand slipped under her black lace panties, feeling the rising heat. She gently parted the damp fabric, her index finger sliding inside, touching the slippery flesh between the moist pubic hairs, slowly sinking into the flesh. Her knuckles were swallowed by the soft, warm opening. She curled her finger and rotated it, her thumb gently circling her clitoris.

Sun Yao moaned and gasped intermittently, "Lin, Lin Qing, no, don't stop, faster, faster, I'm coming."

Her beautiful body trembled violently, her rapidly warming vagina contracting sharply, making Lin Qing's fingers ache slightly. Sun Yao's orgasm was so intense.

“Ah, so comfortable, I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

Sun Yao hesitated for a moment. “I gave it to you while you were asleep, so proactively. Don’t you think I’m too easy?”

“I’m even more easy than you. That’s just how sex is. Do what you want and be happy. Is it comfortable?”

“Mmm.”

Sun Yao hummed softly with her nose, savoring the feeling from just now, with a slight smile on her lips.

Chapter 142 Sun Yao, the wanton woman (2)

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn, right?”

Lin Qing stood up and presented his penis to Sun Yao.

Sun Yao knelt on the bed, her face close to his crotch, her hand holding the base of his penis, opening her warm little mouth to swallow the glans, tightening her cheeks, her little tongue sweeping at the tip of the glans, her hand stroking the back of the penis, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, her slippery little tongue half-rolling around the glans and licking it, then gently biting the shaft with her teeth and slowly scraping it. Her oral sex skills were much better than Zhou Ping’s.

Her fluffy hair bounced between Lin Qing's legs, the dazzling white beneath her glossy black hair creating a visually stimulating sensation. The combined pleasure of the sensation on his glans sent a tingling, itchy feeling down his spine, almost causing Lin Qing to ejaculate.

"Stop, stop, my dear Yao Yao,"

Lin Qing changed his address to Sun Yao. "Your technique is really good. You used to do this often,

didn't you?" Sun Yao stopped moving and looked up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and sadness. "Zhou Ping taught me. She said you liked it this way, so I... I'm not as cheap as you think."

Lin Qing grabbed her smooth, rounded shoulders, staring into her almond-shaped eyes. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't appreciate your good intentions."

Sun Yao bit her lip, glaring at Lin Qing angrily. Lin Qing leaned down, reaching out to knead her breasts, which were only slightly less voluptuous than Zhou Ping's. "You're really smart. Your technique is much better than your teacher's."

"Really?"

Sun Yao's face blossomed into a captivating smile, her red lips bringing her penis closer.

"No need, I'll ejaculate if you do it again."

Sun Yao slowly lay down, resting her head on the pillow, a seductive smile on her face. She took Lin Qing's hand and placed it on her full breasts, then put her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger.

Her jade feet were together, her knees spread apart in a lewd pose. "Come on, Lin Qing, I've been waiting for so long." Lin Qing climbed onto the bed, gently lifting her slender ankles and placing her delicate legs on his shoulders. His glans, through her wet panties, pressed against her vulva, his fingers stroking the smooth, soft skin of her snow-white inner thighs.

"It itches, it itches."

Sun Yao twisted her curvaceous body, and Lin Qing tightly hugged her smooth thighs, using the twisting motion to slide his glans, pressed against her vulva, along her wet folds through her panties.

A fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on Sun Yao's skin, from her breasts to her lower abdomen. Her snow-white skin shimmered with a lascivious glow under the light. Her legs, which were draped over Lin Qing's shoulders, swayed, lightly gripping the man's neck.

Lin Qing removed his hands from Sun Yao's thighs, his left thumb and forefinger pinching and rotating her nipples, while his right forefinger parted the top of her panties, pinching her tender clitoris and pressing it up and down. He forcefully leaned his body forward, bending her beautiful flesh into a sharp angle. The black panties were pushed aside, and his penis naturally thrust into her honey hole, inserting half of its glans.

Sun Yao's slender hands gripped Lin Qing's shoulders tightly, her mouth agape as she cried out, squeezing Lin Qing's glans tightly. She murmured, "Give it to me, ah, ah, I want you, I want it all to me."

Lin Qing thrust his hips forward, his penis fully inside her. Sun Yao's mouth formed an "O" shape as

she breathed rapidly, "Ha, ha..." After fully enjoying the warm, wet sensation deep within her, Lin Qing moved slowly. "Baby, why are you so wet?"

"Ugh, ugh, I hate it, ah..."

The sudden depth made Sun Yao cry out again.

"It's too wet, let me pull it out and let it air out."

Lin Qing continued to retreat slowly.

"No, don't go out!"

Sun Yao covered her blushing face with her left hand, while her right hand tightly hugged Lin Qing's waist. The combination of her lewd actions and shy expression made Lin Qing's heart flutter. He removed her hand from her blushing face. "Look at me."

He grasped the girl's slender ankle, pulled her calves down from her shoulders, brought them together, and then bent them up, placing her perfect jade feet in front of him.

Sun Yao's toes were long and slender, her heels round and delicate, and the tops of her feet were white with a hint of pink, warm and smooth like jade. Lin Qing opened his mouth and sucked on her toes, his tongue swirling around them.

"Lin Qing."

Sun Yao was both ashamed and surprised. "No, no, that's dirty."

"Baby, you're all sweet and delicious."

Lin Qing's tongue gently tickled the soles of her lovely feet, his penis slowly thrusting in and out of her honey hole.

"Mmm, um..."

Something flickered in Sun Yao's eyes again. "Lin, Lin Qing, come on, come on."

Lin Qing pulled her hands and placed them on his thighs. "Hold on yourself." He

braced his hands on her fragrant shoulders, raised his waist high, and thrust forcefully.

Sun Yao swayed her head wildly, her long hair flying, her body glistening with sweat, her full breasts bouncing in alluring waves, her bright red nipples tracing irregular paths in the air.

Lin Qing lowered his head and kissed her red lips, capturing her smooth, delicate tongue, their pubic bones slapping against her mons pubis with a "slap, slap" sound.

Sun Yao suddenly threw her head back, her back dangling in the air, her slender legs unable to support her weight as she landed heavily on the bed, a soft "woo-woo" sound escaping from her nose.

Lin Qing's penis felt the powerful contractions within her honeyed cave, and to completely conquer Sun Yao, he thrust with all his might. Sun Yao's breathing became even more rapid, and she suddenly rolled over, pinning Lin Qing beneath her, showering him with kisses, her long hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her breasts covered in fine, fragrant sweat, as she sat on Lin Qing's lower abdomen, twisting her supple waist.

Lin Qing reached out and gently twisted the bright red nipples of Sun Yao's full breasts. Sun Yao let out a heavenly moan, and her movements gradually became larger, her beautiful body changing from twisting to small up-and-down swaying. Lin Qing looked at her alluringly swaying, full breasts and couldn't help but thrust in forcefully in sync with her movements.

"Lin Qing, um, Lin Qing, good brother, a little harder, um, yes, yes."

Sun Yao's mature charm made Lin Qing thrust harder, supporting her smooth, slender waist, his penis violently entering and exiting her narrow honey hole.

Sun Yao collapsed against Lin Qing's chest, his penis pressed into her honey hole at an angle almost parallel to her body.

"Baby."

Lin Qing nibbled on her earlobe, enjoying the intense writhing of her honey hole, and couldn't help but thrust a couple more times.

"Heh, heh, heh..."

Sun Yao's soft breathing gradually subsided. "Sigh..."

She sighed deeply, her small hands clasped together with Lin Qing's, her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest. She looked up at him with a smile, her rosy cheeks flushed. "You, you're so amazing."

Lin Qing rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his penis thrusting in and out of her honeyed cave, making Sun Yao moan softly. Her limbs wrapped around his body. "Come on, I'll give you everything."

Lin Qing was held tightly by her, making it difficult for his penis to enter and exit. The suppressed pleasure made him whisper sweet nothings in her ear: "Sun Yao, your breasts are so round and big, they're so beautiful. Aren't I amazing?"

Sun Yao opened her mouth and moaned, "Ah, ah..."

Her eyes were filled with desire as she looked at Lin Qing. Her honeyed cave contracted strongly, gripping his penis with great pleasure.

Lin Qing changed the rhythm of his thrusts at will. Just when Sun Yao thought his next thrust would be a powerful one, he merely circled the head of his penis near the entrance of her vagina. When Sun Yao thought his next thrust would be a gentle one, he unexpectedly plunged in with all his might.

Sun Yao's body went limp, her arms and legs, which had been tightly embracing Lin Qing, loosened and lay sprawled on the bed. Lin Qing knew she was close to orgasm again. Her hips trembled violently as his penis moved in and out of her vagina at high speed. Stimulated by the intense thrusting and her lewd words, Sun Yao was quickly pushed to her peak. Her beautiful body trembled violently, her vagina contracting rapidly, the soft flesh squeezing his penis from all sides.

Lin Qing straightened his upper body, looking at the beauty beneath him who had just experienced an orgasm.

Sun Yao's face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits, a few strands of hair clung to her smooth forehead with fragrant sweat, her cute nostrils flared, and her slightly

parted lips emitted soft "ah, ah..." breaths. The bright red on her skin slowly faded, and her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, the erect nipples glistening with the light, mixed with Lin Qing's saliva and her fragrant sweat.

"You haven't... haven't ejaculated yet? I'm so comfortable I'm almost dying."

He chuckled mischievously, bringing his mouth close to her ear, "Use your breasts to help me push it out?"

Sun Yao's already red face turned even redder, and she raised her hand to slap him, "You bad Lin Qing."

"You won't?"

Lin Qing said dejectedly, his disappointment evident.

"Go ahead and humiliate me."

Sun Yao gave him a charming smile, her silver teeth gently biting her rosy lips. Her hands retreated to her breasts, pressing down on her full, firm breasts and squeezing them together. "Come on, you little rascal."

Lin Qing pulled his penis out of her narrow honey hole, shifting his body upwards to straddle Sun Yao's smooth abdomen. Sun Yao moaned, her alabaster breasts being squeezed forcefully by her slender hands, revealing a deep cleavage.

Lin Qing effortlessly guided his penis into the deep cleavage, the glans protruding from the tip. Sun Yao opened her small mouth, her warm breath spraying onto the glans. Lin Qing gently thrust, the cleavage feeling completely different from her honey hole. Although not as elastic, it was far more delicate and smooth.

Sun Yao slowly got used to it, occasionally varying the pressure of her squeezes, pouting her red lips and blowing air onto the glans, stretching out her fragrant tongue to match Lin Qing's thrusts, the tip of her tongue touching the urethral opening.

"Oh, so good, baby."

Lin Qing thrust dozens of times, unable to resist the soul-stirring pleasure.

"Lin Qing, you, you come, I—"

Sun Yao opened her small mouth, Lin Qing thrust his penis a few times and violently ejaculated, the white semen spraying directly into her mouth. 12-28 Chapter 137 Double Flight (4)

Lin Qing tenderly caressed her, lifted his spear, and gently pressed it against her tight little chrysanthemum bud. Yang Yin stared at him with her big, watery eyes, shyly and coquettishly saying, "Don't insert it in the wrong place."

Her small hand reached down to her buttocks and grabbed the man's weapon. Her slender fingers separated the flesh, revealing the bright red and tender opening.

Lin Qing thrust his penis in and began to thrust continuously. Yang Yin responded with a very seductive smile. Lin Qing's hips pressed against her smooth, round buttocks. He turned his head to admire her charming and seductive appearance. The honey hole made a "tsk tsk" sound of lustful water hitting the spear. The girl's slender waist writhed, and with the waves of her breasts and buttocks, it was very 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 gripped his hand tightly in return. With each twist, she let out intermittent moans and gasps, "Mmm, mmm, harder, mmm..."

Lin Qing forcefully tilted her to the side, turning her to lie on her side on the long table. He thrust and pulled repeatedly, and Yang Yin's small hands behind her back, gripping his buttocks. "Good, good,"

she cried out, her eyes half-closed, her honeyed orifice contracting tightly. She reached orgasm, her plump buttocks trembling, her whole body limp, crying out, "No, I can't take it anymore, stop!"

Lin Qing hadn't ejaculated yet. His penis, still soaking in her warm, wet honeyed orifice, ground forcefully deep inside. Yang Yin's body tensed, her delicate frame convulsing and collapsing limply. Even after Lin Qing's penis was freed from the confines of her honeyed orifice, it remained erect.

"Zhou Ping, save me, save me!"

Yang Yin's head rested 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, and leaned her head against his chest, gently stroking his nipples with her fingers. She whispered, "You should rest for a while too."

Both of them were too exhausted to continue. Lin Qing turned over and sat on the large leather chair, with Zhou Ping and Yang Yin on either side of him. Two pairs of firm breasts swayed slightly against his body, their long, black hair cascading 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's slender yet full figure was curvaceous, her snow-white skin smooth and delicate, her breasts high and firm, her light pink nipples adorable. Beneath her ample breasts, her smooth, white abdomen contrasted sharply with her slender waist, large breasts, and rounded buttocks. Her long, slender legs, with their graceful lines, were smooth and white. Except for a small tuft of thick, glossy 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 tenderly, her cherry lips slightly parted, her fragrant tongue protruding—a quintessential bed goddess.

Yang Yin, on the right, had a slightly round face, delicately arched eyebrows, and bright red cherry lips adorned with pearly white teeth. When she smiled, two charming dimples appeared. Her perfectly proportioned body had soft, smooth skin, rounded breasts, a flat stomach, and a slender waist that outlined a complete, beautiful curve. Her straight, long legs were soft yet firm and elastic, her vulva high and prominent, with thick, long, curly pubic hair extending all the way to her anus, displaying a strong desire.

Yang Yin'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 coins, and her nipples were a slightly dark red, adding to her less-than-perfect appearance. While her words and actions weren't as wanton as Zhou Ping's, the tightness of her vagina was far superior.

Seeing Lin Qing deep in thought, Zhou Ping and Yang Yin stared intently at him with their four large, watery eyes, asking in unison, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Ping's soft moans were melodious and sweet, while Yang Yin's gentle whispers were soothing and captivating.

"I was thinking, how about we end it here tonight?"

Although he hadn't ejaculated, the continuous lovemaking had left Lin Qing somewhat tired.

"Don't even think about it, I've already rested enough,"

Zhou Ping pouted.

"Women are really something! No wonder the Analects says there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing."

"Are you kidding me?"

They both laughed so hard they almost fell over, their ample or rounded breasts swaying intoxicating waves. Zhou Ping reached out and pinched Lin Qing's chest. "Where in the Analects is that line?"

"Hehe, the Analects you read is different from what I'm saying. Confucius's is outdated; now it's Lin's. You should memorize it and teach it to your sons in the future."

"Go to hell, you think you're a saint?"

Yang Yin also giggled and pinched Lin Qing's thigh.

"You two authors of the Analects, Lin Zi, come and give me a kiss."

Lin Qing pressed her lips to Zhou Ping's pouting lips, her hands starting to move. She wrapped her left arm around Zhou Ping and her right arm around Yang Yin, kissing her left and then her right, and the embrace grew tighter and tighter.

Four firm, elastic breasts pressed tightly against Lin Qing's chest, and Yang Yin involuntarily let out soft moans: "Ah, hum, um, um."

Zhou Ping's fair and smooth thighs were warm, her slits parted, and love juice overflowed from her cervix, washing over her tender red flesh and making delicate, wanton sounds: "Ah, ah, so itchy, hum, hum, um..."

Her small hands trembled as she gripped and squeezed the man's penis.

Yang Yin's slender hands also reached between Lin Qing's legs, but when she touched Zhou Ping's hands, she had to slide them down, grasping the penis and gently kneading it.

Seeing that Yang Yin had accepted the threesome, Lin Qing straightened his back and pushed his lower abdomen out to the maximum extent, allowing their small hands to knead it to their heart's content. Zhou Ping and Yang Yin simultaneously turned their heads to kiss his cheeks, their two soft bodies pressed against him, their four white, round breasts squeezing and rubbing together, while emitting sharp moans.

Lin Qing embraced them both, touching their delicate pink cheeks, inhaling their fragrant bodies, savoring their sweet taste, and enjoying the exquisite sensation of their tongues. He kneaded their four round, firm breasts with abandon.

Zhou Ping's face flushed red, her slender hands caressing his penis, her warm tongue licking Lin Qing's earlobe. Sweet saliva welled up from Yang Yin's cherry-like mouth, her tongue flicking out, sending saliva into his mouth as well, her small hands playing with the penis.

Lin Qing pressed their heads down with both hands, and Zhou Ping gave him a flirtatious glare, then lowered her head to his crotch, her cool, smooth hands gently grasping the shaft, her lips slightly parted, sucking hard on the tip.

Yang Yin, her face flushed, knelt beside Zhou Ping, her wide eyes fixed on Lin Qing's glans, which was partially visible between her lips. Zhou Ping sucked on the tip of his penis with a soft "sizzling" sound, occasionally licking the shaft with her tongue. Her beautiful eyes rolled upwards, casting seductive glances at Lin Qing. Infected by her wantonness, Yang Yin timidly leaned in and pressed her cherry lips to the shaft, her rosy tongue lightly licking the engorged veins.

Seeing Yang Yin also licking Lin Qing's penis, Zhou Ping, as if jealous, reached out and circled the lower edge of the tip with her small hands. Yang Yin's cherry lips had no choice but to slide down to the base of the penis and lick the clitoris. She also reluctantly reached out and grasped the shaft below the tip, her two small hands completely covering the long penis.

Lin Qing felt that Zhou Ping's slender hands were smooth and delicate, while Yang Yin's were slightly rougher, but the friction created when stroking them was more comfortable.

Looking down at their strikingly different faces, Zhou Ping, though lightly made up and with alluring eyes, couldn't compare to Yang Yin's fresh and delicate beauty upon closer inspection. Of course, she was more seductive and alluring than Yang Yin.

The two women engaged in a competition of sucking and swallowing, their strength and speed increasing. While Yang Yin's technique wasn't as refined as Zhou Ping's, her forceful sucking of the testicles further countered Lin Qing's resistance.

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 lick me."

Yang Yin happily parted her labia with her hands, revealing her bright red flesh, and half-squatted across 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.

(Chapter 138, Double Flight (5))

Yang Yin's honeyed cave was aimed at Lin Qing's mouth. Lin Qing licked the tender red lips, tilted his head back, and sucked on the clitoris, making Yang Yin tremble all over. Her plump buttocks pressed down, and her juices gushed out from her honeyed cave. She clenched her teeth, the inner walls of her honeyed cave twisted, clenched her fists, bent and stretched her long legs, twisted her waist and rotated her hips. Her long black hair flew in the air, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she made indistinct moans: "Ouch, ouch, it's too, torturous, for me."

Zhou Ping's pretty face heaved back and forth, her red lips closed and holding Lin Qing's spearhead. Her lip curled up, and her pearly teeth gently bit down, making his spear swell. "Ah, it's so itchy, um, oh, um..."

Saliva flowed out from the gap beside the gun, so tired that she gave up sucking with her mouth, gently exhaled a long breath, and looked at Lin Qing with charming and spring-like eyes: "Why haven't you ejaculated yet? My mouth is numb."

She got up and sat on Lin Qing's waist, grasped the gun with her hand, and sat down hard with her honey hole aimed at the gun head, swallowing the gun head completely. "So thick!" She moved

her round buttocks up and down.

Lin Qing's gun was tightly gripped by the inner walls of his honey hole, which also stretched the narrow cavity to the point of bulging. The tingling and sour pleasure stimulated Zhou Ping to lower her soft breasts and pant: "You really, really killed me."

Her big breasts rubbed against Lin Qing's chest, her hands hugged him tightly, her red lips kissed his cheeks like raindrops, her round white buttocks moved up and down, swaying left and right and rubbing back and forth, each time making the gun head rub against the cervix, her big breasts swayed and shook, and fragrant sweat splashed like rain.

"Quick, quick, touch, rub me."

Zhou Ping's body swayed and trembled. Lin Qing reached out and grabbed her plump breasts, caressing and kneading her erect nipples, while her buttocks arched upwards in coordination with her movements.

Zhou Ping's eyes rolled back in her head from the intense stimulation, while Lin Qing continued to lick Yang Yin's clitoris. Both women writhed on Lin Qing's body, moaning, "Ah, so comfortable, fuck me to death, it feels so good."

"Ouch, ouch, you, licking, it's so wonderful."

Zhou Ping's body went limp and weak as she pressed against Lin Qing, but she pushed Yang Yin away from Lin Qing's head. Seeing that Zhou Ping had reached her climax, Yang Yin quickly pushed her off, flipped over and straddled Lin Qing's waist. Her slender hand grasped the spear and aimed it at her honey hole. With a gentle slump, she inserted the spearhead into her flesh, exhaled a breath, sweat dripped down her face, and she gritted her teeth, "Ouch, oh..."

She carefully moved her round buttocks up and down repeatedly until the spear was fully inserted. By this time, her face had turned pale, her honey hole was swollen full, and there was no gap between her labia and the spear.

"Oh, it's so full, so full."

Lin Qing's penis moved in and out of her honey cave, rubbing against her tender flesh. "Oh, it feels so good, so beautiful, so wonderful."

The wonderful pleasure made Yang Yin abandon her restraint, twisting her slender waist and turning her plump buttocks, imitating Zhou Ping's wanton moans.

Lin Qing also reached out and kneaded her round, full breasts, thrusting his buttocks upwards with force, his long penis pressed tightly against the entrance of her honey cave.

"Oh, a little lighter, it's all the way in."

His penis even touched her cervix, Yang Yin's starry eyes rolled, and she moaned wantonly, "Oh, that's great, oh."

She leaned down and hugged Lin Qing even tighter, her round breasts pressing against the man's chest, her plump buttocks twisting desperately.

Yang Yin's moans spurred Lin Qing on. He thrust upwards, and Yang Yin pressed down, their movements becoming increasingly synchronized. "Oh, I... I can't take it anymore, oh!"

Yang Yin's vaginal walls contracted and sucked at the tip of his penis, releasing a torrent of vaginal fluid that soaked her pubic hair. Exhausted, she pressed herself against Lin Qing.

Lin Qing embraced Yang Yin's smooth, delicate body, rolled over, and placed her alluring form on the long table. Her flat stomach was free of any excess fat, her alluring navel sparked his imagination, and the thick, dark pubic hair surrounding her vulva caused her honeyed opening to ooze a stream of love juice, making his blood boil.

Yang Yinqiang opened her clear, starry eyes and looked at Lin Qing with pleading eyes: "Again? I'm so tired. Go find Zhou Ping."

"Just a little longer, I'm almost there too. How can I say I've truly won you over if I don't ejaculate inside?"

Lin Qing pressed his lips against her soft cherry lips, his tongue swirling inside her open mouth. He pinched her firm nipples, leaned down and pressed his upper body tightly against her elastic breasts. His lower abdomen and thighs pressed intimately against her smooth, delicate skin. He teased her wet, slippery slits and pushed in half an inch. Her tight, honeyed entrance gripped the tip of his penis. He hugged her plump buttocks and thrust hard, inserting his penis to the very root into her tight honeyed entrance, his pubic bone pressing against her bulging mons pubis.

Yang Yin's slender waist swayed gently, her smooth arms wrapped around Lin Qing's back, and her long legs lightly wrapped around his waist. Lin Qing enjoyed the tight, moist sensation of her vagina, and pressed his lips to Yang Yin's thin, cherry-like lips. Yang Yin parted her lips slightly and sucked Lin Qing's tongue into her mouth, his soft little tongue contracting slightly.

The long spear moved in and out of her vagina gently, the tip scraping against the tender, moist flesh, causing slight spasms. Sweet saliva welled up in Yang Yin's mouth, her little tongue intertwining and playing with Lin Qing's, her long legs tightly gripping the man's waist.

"Oh, faster, I can't take it anymore, faster!"

she cried out, thrusting rapidly beneath Lin Qing, her hands gripping his buttocks, her long, smooth legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her swollen mons pubis pressed against him, preventing the long spear from moving in and out of her vagina.

Lin Qing's spearhead, deep inside her honeyed cave and pressed against her uterus, was scalded by the hot love juice, causing a tingling sensation. Combined with the powerful spasms and contractions of the tender flesh of her cave walls, her pent-up ejaculation finally gave way, and thick streams of semen gushed out.

Zhou Ping trembled as if in spasms, "So hot, so comfortable." Her long legs wrapped tightly around Lin Qing's waist, preventing his spear from withdrawing. She touched Lin Qing's chest, looking at him with a satisfied expression: "Are you satisfied now?" Lin Qing kissed her smooth, flowing, waist-length hair, "Aren't you satisfied?" "You're so capable, what woman wouldn't be satisfied?" Yang Yin paused, "How come your thing is so big? It's made me swollen." "What thing?" Lin Qing cupped her round face, looking into her eyes. Yang Yin blushed slightly under Lin Qing's gaze, and lowered her head timidly. Zhou Ping, laughing lewdly, chimed in, "It's a dick toy, isn't it?" She leaned closer to Yang Yin, "How about it? I wasn't bragging, was it? Did you enjoy being fucked? You little slut, look at how much you drooled last night, you almost flooded the bed." Yang Yin felt embarrassed by her words and retorted, "If you're not slutty, you'd offer yourself up to be fucked." "Oh, you dare say that about me? If I hadn't offered myself up, would you have gotten to taste Lin Qing's big dick today? Look at your slutty self, don't you never moan in bed?" "I don't moan as slutly as you do." "I'm willing, I've always been like this, unlike you who hide it all, just humming incoherently." Hearing their argument, Lin Qing couldn't help but laugh, a puff of smoke getting into his throat, and he coughed violently twice. The two hurriedly turned to look at Lin Qing, asking with concern, "Are you alright?" Lin Qing shook his head, "I'm fine. Shouldn't you go back and check on Su Ying?" "Tch." Zhou Ping mimicked Su Ying's tone and glared at Lin Qing, "You still miss her? Fine, I'll go back and check." "It's not that I miss Su Ying, but you don't care about her? If anything happened to you, I'd care about you too!" "I know you're sentimental, but I'll definitely let you have your way." Zhou Ping turned to look at Yang Yin, "Get up, get dressed. You don't want to wait until I leave to do it again, do you?" "Do it my foot! My bones are still sore." Yang Yin lazily got up and put on her clothes. Chapter 139 Flower Picker's Dormitory (1)

On Friday, every student was in high spirits. A week of school was over, and they could go home and relax for two more days. Su Ying and her classmates didn't have to rehearse that evening, and Lin Qing was happy to have some free time.

At noon, he received a call from Song Bing, saying that the brothers wanted to get together that evening and find some entertainment. After lunch, Lin Qing started packing, preparing to slip away as soon as school was over.

In his office, he was happily whistling, imagining how he would party that evening, when Zhou Ping pushed open the door and walked in.

She wore a pink and white sleeveless short-sleeved cheongsam, her fair arms exposed, looking very sexy. The cheongsam was adorned with large pink peonies, and the tight-fitting cheongsam accentuated her high, full breasts and slender waist. As she walked, the slit revealed glimpses of her soft, white thighs. This dress perfectly showcased the best features of her body.

Seeing Lin Qing's excited expression, she was slightly taken aback. "What's making you so happy? Did another little sister agree to let you sleep with her?"

"Hehe, you only have one thought for me."

Lin Qing looked at her curvaceous figure and exclaimed, "Your figure is amazing. Who would believe you're only eighteen years old in this dress?"

"Really?"

Zhou Ping's face lit up with excitement. "Then what do I look like?"

"Like a socialite from 1930s Shanghai."

"Go to hell, calling me a prostitute."

She reached out and pinched me.

"Not a prostitute, more like a wealthy lady, okay?"

Lin Qing chuckled and grabbed her smooth, cool little hand. "What do you need from your brother?"

"Nothing now."

Zhou Ping said with a disappointed tone.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you? Tell me, I'll help you."

"No, what are you thinking? I was originally planning not to go home and stay here with you. But it seems you have plans for tonight and don't need me, so forget it. I don't want to force you."

Lin Qing hadn't realized this little vixen was so understanding besides being wanton. He was starting to like her. "Song Bing invited me to 'The Rich's Club' for drinks tonight. I haven't seen those brothers in ages. It's not about meeting girls, aren't you guys enough?"

Zhou Ping beamed. "Take me with you, I haven't been there yet. I heard it's really high-class."

"No way, you'll be walking into a den of wolves. It's full of perverts."

"I'm not afraid! Aren't you a big pervert yourself?"

"That still won't do. I wouldn't give you to them."

Seeing Lin Qing's firm refusal, Zhou Ping forced a smile. "Okay, then I'll let you do it alone, alright?"

"If you want to go to 'The Rich's Club, I can take you there myself sometime. I'll be there too, you won't have to join the fun."

"Really? Then go back to school on Saturday, I'll come with you. Maybe I can even give you a gift."

"What gift?"

"We'll see. Remember, I'll wait for you in the dorm on Saturday night, don't forget if you're drunk."

Zhou Ping chuckled and pinched Lin Qing's crotch before turning and leaving.

After checking the afternoon attendance, Lin Qing left the school, hailed a taxi at the gate, and headed straight to Song Bing's house. Li Qingyang and Tang Ning were already waiting there.

"It's only a little past two, let's play some mahjong, the others won't be here so soon."

Song Bing led Lin Qing and the others into a room with only a mahjong table.

Song Bing's house was damn luxurious; the mahjong room was over twenty square meters. "Rich people are really something, this room is much bigger than my living room."

Lin Qing exclaimed as he sat down in the large chair. "The chair is softer than my bed."

"Alright, alright, if you keep praising your second brother, he'll get cocky."

Li Qingyang chuckled as he looked at Lin Qing. "Lin Qing is trying to flatter his second brother until he's dizzy, so he can win a few more rounds."

Tang Ning interjected, "You don't understand, Qingyang, this is called psychological warfare."

"You know me so well, Ning-ge."

Among the group of brothers, Lin Qing was the youngest, and as the youngest, he also had the sweetest tongue.

The card game that day was strange. The "Two of Bamboo" seemed to have a soft spot for Lin Qing; whenever it was a "treasure" or Lin Qing won with it, it never missed out—it was practically a guaranteed win. "Treasure Jacket!" Tang Ning couldn't hold back any longer when I slammed the "Two of Bamboo" onto the table again. "Damn it, while we were gone, how many girls' breasts did you touch at school? Are those bras your relatives?"

Li Qingyang and Song Bing also leaned on the table, looking at Lin Qing: "Confess now."

"Not many, not many,"

Lin Qing said with an embarrassed smile.

"Alright, now we're the big boss at school, we're influential in both the legitimate and underworld circles. It's like that movie that was in a couple of days ago, what was it called, Qingyang?"

"It's 'Fight Back to School'."

"Right, right, then we'll call you 'First Middle School Fierce Dragon' from now on, okay?" "

Fierce Dragon is fine, don't include 'First Middle School' or anything like that."

"Hahaha..."

Everyone laughed together.

That night, it was the same 'luxury' restaurant again: private rooms, imported liquor, lecherous glances at the hot girls at disco, back at the hotel cuddling with girls, and drinking again at noon.

In the afternoon, Song Bing drove the still-drunk Lin Qing back to school. Lin Qing dragged his tired body back to his room, collapsed onto the bed without even taking off his clothes, and fell asleep. He

didn't know how long he slept when he was startled awake by a rapid knocking on the door. Opening his eyes, he saw it was already dark. He

groggily opened the door, and Zhou Ping stood there, pouting angrily. "You haven't forgotten I was waiting for you, have you? What time is it? Still sleeping?"

Her short-sleeved shirt had a low neckline, emitting a faint fragrance. Lin Qing looked at her full breasts, rounded shoulders, and her round, large, pert buttocks encased in her short skirt, and sighed, "What a beauty." His still-drunk body was immediately filled with desire.

He placed his hand on Zhou Ping's rounded shoulders, close to her still slightly damp hair, took a deep breath, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, and gently kissed her neck, his lips touching her smooth skin.

Zhou Ping's breathing quickened, and she leaned against Lin Qing, hugging him tightly. Lin Qing couldn't wait to find her moist, soft lips, and Zhou Ping's fragrant little tongue eagerly explored Lin Qing's mouth. Lin Qing held her soft body, his long penis pressing hard against her lower abdomen.

Zhou Ping's waist and back were very voluptuous, and felt extremely comfortable to the touch. Lin Qing kissed her as he sat back on the bed, his hand slipping under her clothes, touching her soft breasts through her thin bra.

"Ah, no, don't rush,"

Zhou Ping twisted her soft body, "Let's go to my place, I don't want to be here, Lin Qing—"

She moaned softly, pulling away Lin Qing's hand from her breasts and standing up. "Let's go."

Lin Qing followed her tiptoeing out of the classroom and dormitory building. The campus was quiet on Saturday. A cool evening breeze carried Zhou Ping's alluring fragrance to his nostrils, and the twinkling stars in the clear night sky intoxicated him.

He pulled her voluptuous body close to his, caressing and kissing her bare, glistening skin.

"Stop it, it'll be bad if the dorm supervisor sees us,"

Zhou Ping said, breaking free from Lin Qing's embrace and running into the girls' dormitory. Lin Qing waited at the entrance for a moment before also entering the dormitory.

Although Lin Qing was the de facto head of the student affairs office, she rarely inspected the girls' dormitories for image reasons. She was wondering what excuse to give the auntie on duty when she saw her fast asleep at her desk.

Lin Qing secretly rejoiced and slipped inside. Relying on her limited memory of dormitory inspections, she found her way to Zhou Ping's room. The door was slightly ajar, letting in a dim, yellowish light. At

the city's No. 1 High School, there were fewer girls than boys. In dormitories of the same size, six or seven boys crammed into four-person rooms on bunk beds, while the girls usually chose to live in small groups with close friends, leaving empty spaces in every room. Those who preferred quiet even lived alone.

Zhou Ping and her friends occupied two rooms, sometimes sleeping together, sometimes mixed together like flowers in a garden.

Lin Qing pushed open the door and went in, closing it behind him. He then embraced Zhou Ping's body from behind, feeling the alluring elasticity of her shapely buttocks. He lowered his head to kiss her fair and delicate neck, his hands sliding down her rounded shoulders to unbutton her high, full breasts. Zhou Ping's shoulders trembled slightly, her blouse slipping down her tender white arms. Lin Qing's hand found the hook of her bra, gently clipped it, and then pulled it off from the front, bringing it to his nose to smell. "So fragrant."

Zhou Ping gave Lin Qing a shy glare, slowly turning around. Her firm, full breasts swayed gently, creating white waves, the pink nipples in the center of her pale areolas slightly erect.

Lin Qing greedily grasped and squeezed her full breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. Zhou Ping's face flushed with excitement. Lin Qing released her slender waist, lifted her short skirt, revealing a small pink thong, and slipped his fingers inside, pulling it down to her knees, gazing at the round curves of her fair, smooth buttocks.

Zhou Ping bent over, pulled her pink panties down to her ankles, and stepped out, her delicate little feet. She turned her body to the side, clamping her long legs together, and looked at Lin Qing with a fiery gaze. "You still won't let me undress completely? You're such a pervert!"

Her sparse pubic hair couldn't cover her bulging vulva. Her fair thighs were long and straight, without a single gap when she stood there. Her knees were round, her calves were slender and shapely, and her delicate little feet were also white and tender. Her boneless body threw herself into Lin Qing's arms. "I missed you so much. I can't live without you for a day."

She kissed Lin Qing's face desperately, moaning and panting hotly in his ear.

Lin Qing lowered his head and took her full breasts into his mouth, licking the pink nipples with his tongue. His left hand grasped and squeezed and rubbed her breasts, while his right hand touched the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Zhou Ping panted and spread her legs, arching her back, presenting her mons pubis to Lin Qing's fingers, her hands hurriedly unbuttoning Lin Qing's clothes and belt.

Chapter 140 The Flower Picker's Dormitory (2)

"Come, go to the bed."

Zhou Ping pressed herself tightly against Lin Qing, every inch of her soft body in close contact with him. Her nipples hardened in his mouth. She looked down at Lin Qing, her rough breath spraying onto his face. Her pubic hair rustled under his caresses.

Lin Qing used his fingers to separate the fleshy slit covered in sticky love juice. His middle finger touched the hot honey hole in the middle of her flower lips, bent upwards and slowly probed in. He inserted it into the steaming honey hole and stirred it in circles. He bent it up and picked at the rings of flesh inside. Zhou Ping's sexy and alluring body trembled. She held Lin Qing's head tightly with both hands and groaned indistinctly with her mouth close to his ear: "Oh, oh..."

Her pink face flushed red. Her spring passion was budding. She put her red and fragrant tongue into the man's mouth and quietly raised her left hand that was holding her up, and put her soft breast into his palm.

Lin Qing had already noticed that while Zhou Ping wasn't the most beautiful among the four women, her voluptuous and smooth body was incredibly alluring. He kneaded her breasts, causing her to let out wanton moans, her large, watery eyes gazing at him with lustful desire: "I can't resist anymore."

Lin Qing's right hand touched her wet vulva below her mons pubis. "Come on, turn around, wrap it for me."

Zhou Ping twisted her burning body, seductively presenting her pert buttocks to Lin Qing, swaying them as she slowly knelt down, her fragrant and alluring aura intoxicating.

"Very good."

Lin Qing reached out and fondled Zhou Ping's ample breasts, pressing her head down between his legs.

Zhou Ping slowly knelt beside him, gently cupping his penis and rubbing it a few times. She opened her small mouth, extending her bright red tongue to lick the glans, moving it nimbly. Then she put the entire penis into her mouth, sucking intensely while gently rubbing her testicles. Her sexy red lips tightly enveloped the glans, and a sucking 'sizzle' sound came from her sunken cheeks.

She also moved her fragrant, soft body, her voluptuous breasts rubbing against Lin Qing's waist and hips, her round, white buttocks displaying their sexy allure to the man.

Lin Qing inserted his fingers into her wet, honeyed cave, his palm pressing and rubbing her clitoris. Zhou Ping's pink vulva was soaking wet, and her juices flowed into her anus.

She glanced back at Lin Qing, her eyes burning with lust, her cheeks flushed, and an expression of utter enjoyment appeared on her face. "Brother Lin, it feels so good, harder, it's so good."

She opened her rosy lips, turned back to me, and smiled sweetly, moaning softly.

*Smack…* Lin Qing slapped her round, plump buttocks hard. “Wrap it properly, don’t slack off.”

Zhou Ping stuck out her rosy tongue and licked her lips, then turned to face Lin Qing with a seductive, wanton look. She lowered her breasts and pressed them against his thighs, opening her mouth wide to take his glans in. Her mouth movements quickened, and she continued to swallow and spit, moaning with satisfaction and heavy breathing.

Pleasure surged from Lin Qing’s lower abdomen. Just as he was about to lose control, Zhou Ping suddenly stopped. She pinched his glans hard with her thumb and forefinger, pulling him back from the brink of explosion.

She bent her long, white thighs, and moved her round, white buttocks over Lin Qing’s head. Lin Qing reached out and parted her soft labia. The glistening love juice glistened at the pink entrance of her honey hole. He stuck out his tongue and licked the clitoris at the entrance.

Zhou Ping twitched slightly, her small mouth, still holding the penis, emitted muffled breaths. Lin Qing sucked on the slippery yet firm clitoris with his lips, his fingers moving back and forth inside her honeyed cave, his knuckles rubbing her clitoris. Zhou Ping's buttocks pressed against Lin Qing's lips, swaying violently, her sucking on the glans becoming frantic.

Lin Qing's penis, under the diligent service of her warm red lips and fragrant tongue, experienced intense pleasure. His penis, already at its climax, began to leak fluid from its urethral opening as the small mouth continued to suck. Zhou Ping turned her head, smiling at Lin Qing, her hand still rapidly stroking him.

Lin Qing felt a chill run down his spine; his first ejaculation landed on Zhou Ping's smiling face. She felt Lin Qing's ejaculation and quickly turned her head, her small mouth swiftly taking the surging penis into her mouth and sucking hard. Lin Qing trembled as he ejaculated into her mouth.

Zhou Ping's movements slowed, some white semen spilling from the corner of her mouth, splashing onto her face, appearing alluring and seductive. She opened her mouth, showing Lin Qing the semen that had just been ejaculated into it. Some of it dripped down the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed most of it. Then she scraped the semen off her face with her fingers and sucked it in her mouth.

Lin Qing lay limply on the bed. Zhou Ping still encircled his penis with her cherry lips, her fragrant tongue licking the remaining semen on the glans. She also extended her small tongue to lick the base of his penis and suck on his scrotum, making seductive sounds. Her sexy lips enveloped the glans, and her tongue frantically pounded against the urethral opening.

Lin Qing closed his eyes and enjoyed it. His penis, which had just ejaculated, became even more erect. His eyes blazed with fire as he trembled and pulled Zhou Ping's snow-white, full body over and pressed down on her. "So soft." He touched only warm, smooth flesh. He kissed her neck and lips, cupping her firm, large breasts in his hands and bringing them to his mouth to taste.

Zhou Ping moaned comfortably with her eyes closed, "Come in, I want it."

Her eyes were hazy, and she breathed heavily as if crying, her hands caressing the man's chest.

Lin Qing's glans easily found the crevice and plunged straight into the wet, warm, and soft honey hole. It was so smooth and slippery that there was no resistance at all; the full mons pubis was like a thick cushion, allowing him to thrust freely. His penis churned and pumped wildly inside the honey hole. Zhou Ping arched her slender waist, moaning softly as she enjoyed the man's thrusts.

"Finally, you're fucking me in bed. The last two times on the table weren't comfortable at all."

"You weren't comfortable making love with me?"

Lin Qing quickened his pace and thrust deeper, sweat beading on his face and dripping onto Zhou Ping's breasts.

Zhou Ping looked at him passionately, raising her mons pubis to welcome his penis, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she breathed heavily, "It hurts my knees, the table is so hard, and you always like to fuck me from behind, how annoying!" Her vagina began to contract and tighten, and Lin Qing's penis thrust hard a few times into her tightly contracted vagina, then he pressed his glans against Zhou Ping's body, "Oh, you have to pick a spot to fuck me."

Zhou Ping revealed a girlish playfulness, sticking out her tongue to lick Lin Qing's nipple, "Of course, you want me to feel good too, right?"

Lin Qing felt a tingling, itchy sensation all over his body, his hands encircling Zhou Ping's neck and pulling her up. Zhou Ping's body was a little heavy after her orgasm, and with a little more force, his penis accidentally slipped out of her vagina.

"Where are you going?"

Zhou Ping's soft little hand reached out and grasped his penis. She thrust her mons pubis and straddled him, the glans enveloped by her soft, smooth flesh. Her wet, honeyed cave swallowed his penis.

Lin Qing held her slender waist and helped her move on top of him. Her firm, white breasts swayed, hitting his chest with each thrust. Zhou Ping's honeyed cave contracted and writhed, sucking and stroking his penis. She breathed heavily, her disheveled hair clinging to her flushed cheeks with sweat. Lin Qing suddenly lifted his buttocks, his penis pressing against her. Hearing Zhou Ping's

moans of "Ah, ah..." was incredibly pleasurable.

"I'm tired, let's change positions."

Seeing the sweat on Zhou Ping's forehead, Lin Qing released his hands from behind her waist. Zhou Ping bent over with her back to Lin Qing, spread her legs on the bed, and stuck out her round, pert buttocks. She pressed her hands against the edge of the bed and looked back at the man with a seductive gaze: "Come on, I want it."

Her round buttocks were high and up, and her thin, soft labia were faintly visible under her alluring cleft.

Lin Qing looked at the beautiful curves of her long legs and round buttocks, and used his hands to spread her smooth, white buttocks. Her tender, red labia minora were moist and spread open to the sides, revealing the faintly visible opening in the middle. He bent down and caressed her full breasts with his left hand. His penis was aimed at the entrance of her honey hole and slowly approached. The glans gently pressed against her labia and rubbed lightly. A warm, tingling sensation came over him. The love juice flowing from the slit moistened the glans. He pressed his pubic bone against the soft, smooth buttocks and inserted his penis. The glans disappeared into the honey hole and then withdrew, enjoying the pleasure of rubbing against the opening of the slit. Leaning forward, Lin Qing cupped Zhou Ping's ample breasts in his right hand, his fingers teasing the hard nipples. His hips swayed back and forth, his penis sliding gently into her lubricated opening.

Zhou Ping repeatedly moved her hips, thrusting backward, wanting Lin Qing to penetrate deeper.

Lin Qing continued to tease her mischievously, slapping her alluring buttocks with a series of loud "smacks.

" "Ouch, ouch, you're so naughty!"

Zhou Ping cried out, twisting and struggling, but Lin Qing twisted her hands and pinned them against her back. He slapped her alabaster skin lightly, leaving faint red handprints.

"No, don't hit me anymore!"

Zhou Ping pleaded, but unexpectedly, she reached out and grabbed Lin Qing's buttocks, then thrust her own hips back. With a soft "plop," his penis was fully inside her.

Zhou Ping groaned softly, tilting her head back slightly and thrusting her hips even higher. The walls of her vagina gripped his penis tightly, moving back and forth.

Lin Qing, not to be outdone, gripped her waist and began to thrust in and out like a piston. Zhou Ping's moans grew louder, echoing in the room with the 'slap slap' of her buttocks hitting him and the 'plop, plop' of his thrusts.

Lin Qing thrust harder, and Zhou Ping's vagina opened and closed with each stroke, her juices slowly flowing down her thighs. Lin Qing looked down at his penis moving in and out between her buttocks, listening to Zhou Ping's unconscious, melodious moans, and increased the intensity of his movements, thrusting faster and faster, more and more juices flowing from his penis.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping grabbed Lin Qing's penis, turned him around, and forced him down onto her.

Lin Qing thrust his penis in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She swayed her round, white buttocks, offering her red lips in a passionate kiss, holding him tightly and letting him suckle her tongue. Her large, white breasts swayed before Lin Qing

's eyes, her slender waist swayed, and her lips curled into a smile. His penis was tightly gripped by the walls of her honeyed cave. After a rapid round of riding, Zhou Ping's body sank softly down. Her warm honeyed cave contracted violently, gripping his penis tightly. She groaned and collapsed onto Lin Qing's chest, a tingling sensation spreading through his glans. Lin Qing also gripped her soft, smooth buttocks tightly with both hands. "I'm going to come."

Lin Qing was also on the verge of exploding, breathing heavily. "Come on, come on, I've been waiting for so long, shoot it into me."

Zhou Ping twisted with difficulty, his penis thrusting upwards forcefully, the glans swelling violently, his body trembling, and his semen spurted out, shooting straight into Zhou Ping's honeyed cave.

Zhou Ping trembled as she opened her thighs. The penis, tightly wrapped in her honey hole, was still gently throbbing inside her flesh. After about a minute, she opened her eyes. The penis had become soft inside her tightly clenched honey hole.

Lin Qing, limp and powerless, lay on her back and slowly slid down onto the bed. His legs were weak, and he felt numb below his knees.

Chapter 141 The Promiscuous Woman Sun Yao (1)

Zhou Ping's small hand touched Lin Qing's penis and even flicked it. "Can't take it anymore? Are you behaving yourself? Why don't you get up?"

"Don't make a fuss, I'm so tired. Let me lie down for a while."

"What did you do yesterday? You're so tired?"

"Nothing much, I just drank a bit too much."

"Get up, I still have a gift for you."

"Let me wake up first."

Lin Qing closed his eyes drowsily.

"Then you sleep. I'll go to that bed so you don't have trouble sleeping."

Zhou Ping got off the bed and left quietly.

Lin Qing, unsure how long he'd slept, was awakened by a strong urge to urinate. He groggily got up and left his room to relieve himself. Returning from the women's restroom, he vaguely saw a light on in the room next to Zhou Ping's, and heard people whispering. They immediately fell silent upon hearing his footsteps.

Lin Qing felt slightly puzzled; could someone have come so early? Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he didn't have time to think and returned to Zhou Ping's room to continue sleeping.

In his dream, Lin Qing felt someone caressing him, from his chest down to his groin, a small hand gently rubbing his penis. He squinted his eyes, saying, "Little slut, still not full? So eager."

The room was dark; by the bright moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw a shadowy body lying beside him, breathing heavily, full breasts pressed against him, trembling alluringly.

She sensed Lin Qing was awake, grabbed his hand and pressed it against her breasts, her eyes filled with longing as she looked at him. But drowsiness kept Lin Qing from reacting; his hand remained stiffly on her high, firm breasts, and he closed his eyes again.

Lin Qing vaguely heard the girl sigh helplessly. She released his hand, seemed to roll over slightly, and her warm breath enveloped his penis. Her slender fingers caressed the base of his penis, the soft, elastic mound pressing against his abdomen, her mouth sucking on the glans, her tongue licking the urethral opening.

Lin Qing's breathing quickened, and as he stretched out his arm, he happened to touch the girl's wet mons pubis. She was already overflowing with desire, sticky fluid flowing down her smooth inner thighs.

Lin Qing's drowsiness lessened considerably, and his hand caressed her through the thin, smooth panties. The girl's breathing became heavy, and she slightly twisted her body, leaning down to press her face against Lin Qing's. Just as their lips touched, her little tongue slipped out, and Lin Qing took it in with his lips, sucking on it. The fragrance from her nostrils assaulted his face, and her arms tightened around him.

In his hazy state, Lin Qing sensed something unusual about the way she kissed him and the scent of her breath. He gently pushed her shoulders away, opened his eyes, and exclaimed, "Ah, it's you?"

Sun Yao's face flushed a bewitching red, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her eyes were gentle as water. "Surprised, aren't you?"

She murmured softly, throwing herself into his arms, holding Lin Qing tightly with all her might, burying her head in his chest.

Lin Qing saw her snow-white nape, felt a coolness on his chest, and Sun Yao raised her head, her face streaked with tears, gazing at him with bright eyes. "Do you hate me?"

she asked softly, leaning against him.

"No, I'm overjoyed."

Lin Qing bent down and gently lifted Sun Yao up, turning on the light and looking closely at her beautiful face.

Sun Yao's shoulder-length straight hair was tied back, its black luster shining through. Her round eyes had long eyelashes that seemed to flutter alluringly, and a shy blush rose on her perfect oval face. Her snow-white teeth were revealed beneath her rosy lips, and a silver openwork necklace hung on her long, white neck, making her look even more mature.

Lin Qing leaned closer to her, inhaling her faint fragrance. Sun Yao, exuding charm, reached up and smoothed a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead. Looking at Lin Qing with hazy eyes, she murmured resentfully, "I put your hand on my chest and you didn't react. It seems I was a bit presumptuous to have Zhou Ping offer herself up as a gift."

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. A few crystal-like tears clung to her blushing face, her upper teeth biting her lower lip tightly. Her small hands rested awkwardly beside her thighs, and her graceful body trembled slightly, perhaps from sadness.

Lin Qing pressed his lips to her rounded ear, gently blew a breath, and licked her soft earlobe with his tongue. "I was too sleepy just now, I didn't even realize it was you, did I?"

Sun Yao slowly opened her eyes, her gaze alluring and captivating, her sweet coquettishness tinged with reproach: "So what if I knew it was me? I can see you don't care about me at all, so I might as well—"

Lin Qing's lips sealed her words, greedily sucking her sweet saliva. She

slipped her delicate tongue into her mouth, gently teasing it. Lin Qing's tongue circled in her mouth, and Sun Yao's cute nose made soft "mmm, mmm" sounds, her tense body beginning to relax.

Lin Qing pulled away from her mouth, reaching to unbutton her nightgown, pulling it down her shoulders to her ankles.

Sun Yao's curvaceous body was now only clad in a strapless black lace bra and panties, the black lingerie contrasting against her snow-white skin, her long hair disheveled and draped over the pillow.

Lin Qing's sleepiness vanished completely. He reached out and gently twisted her chest, causing her front-clasp bra to open and reveal her full, hemispherical breasts, at least a 33D. The bright red nipples in the center of her smooth, white flesh were already erect. He held her full, firm breasts in his hands, occasionally gently scratching her areolas with his fingernails, carefully avoiding touching her nipples.

Sun Yao's pretty face flushed red, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly. She gently twisted her graceful body. Lin Qing teased her, "What did you say you weren't as good as?" He

still didn't touch her nipples.

"Bad brother, um, teasing me like this, um..."

Sun Yao's voice became hazy.

"Hehe, how did I tease you?"

Lin Qing slightly increased the intensity of his stimulation. Sun Yao couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against her breasts. "Kiss me quickly, it hurts so much, ah..."

Lin Qing took advantage of the situation and sucked on her bright red nipples. "Ah, ah..."

Sun Yao let out a satisfied sigh.

Lin Qing pinched her nipple between her lips and rotated it, her teeth gently grinding against it, her tongue flicking back and forth. Her hand slipped under her black lace panties, feeling the rising heat. She gently parted the damp fabric, her index finger sliding inside, touching the slippery flesh between the moist pubic hairs, slowly sinking into the flesh. Her knuckles were swallowed by the soft, warm opening. She curled her finger and rotated it, her thumb gently circling her clitoris.

Sun Yao moaned and gasped intermittently, "Lin, Lin Qing, no, don't stop, faster, faster, I'm coming."

Her beautiful body trembled violently, her rapidly warming vagina contracting sharply, making Lin Qing's fingers ache slightly. Sun Yao's orgasm was so intense.

“Ah, so comfortable, I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

Sun Yao hesitated for a moment. “I gave it to you while you were asleep, so proactively. Don’t you think I’m too easy?”

“I’m even more easy than you. That’s just how sex is. Do what you want and be happy. Is it comfortable?”

“Mmm.”

Sun Yao hummed softly with her nose, savoring the feeling from just now, with a slight smile on her lips.

Chapter 142 Sun Yao, the wanton woman (2)

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn, right?”

Lin Qing stood up and presented his penis to Sun Yao.

Sun Yao knelt on the bed, her face close to his crotch, her hand holding the base of his penis, opening her warm little mouth to swallow the glans, tightening her cheeks, her little tongue sweeping at the tip of the glans, her hand stroking the back of the penis, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, her slippery little tongue half-rolling around the glans and licking it, then gently biting the shaft with her teeth and slowly scraping it. Her oral sex skills were much better than Zhou Ping’s.

Her fluffy hair bounced between Lin Qing's legs, the dazzling white beneath her glossy black hair creating a visually stimulating sensation. The combined pleasure of the sensation on his glans sent a tingling, itchy feeling down his spine, almost causing Lin Qing to ejaculate.

"Stop, stop, my dear Yao Yao,"

Lin Qing changed his address to Sun Yao. "Your technique is really good. You used to do this often,

didn't you?" Sun Yao stopped moving and looked up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and sadness. "Zhou Ping taught me. She said you liked it this way, so I... I'm not as cheap as you think."

Lin Qing grabbed her smooth, rounded shoulders, staring into her almond-shaped eyes. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't appreciate your good intentions."

Sun Yao bit her lip, glaring at Lin Qing angrily. Lin Qing leaned down, reaching out to knead her breasts, which were only slightly less voluptuous than Zhou Ping's. "You're really smart. Your technique is much better than your teacher's."

"Really?"

Sun Yao's face blossomed into a captivating smile, her red lips bringing her penis closer.

"No need, I'll ejaculate if you do it again."

Sun Yao slowly lay down, resting her head on the pillow, a seductive smile on her face. She took Lin Qing's hand and placed it on her full breasts, then put her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger.

Her jade feet were together, her knees spread apart in a lewd pose. "Come on, Lin Qing, I've been waiting for so long." Lin Qing climbed onto the bed, gently lifting her slender ankles and placing her delicate legs on his shoulders. His glans, through her wet panties, pressed against her vulva, his fingers stroking the smooth, soft skin of her snow-white inner thighs.

"It itches, it itches."

Sun Yao twisted her curvaceous body, and Lin Qing tightly hugged her smooth thighs, using the twisting motion to slide his glans, pressed against her vulva, along her wet folds through her panties.

A fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on Sun Yao's skin, from her breasts to her lower abdomen. Her snow-white skin shimmered with a lascivious glow under the light. Her legs, which were draped over Lin Qing's shoulders, swayed, lightly gripping the man's neck.

Lin Qing removed his hands from Sun Yao's thighs, his left thumb and forefinger pinching and rotating her nipples, while his right forefinger parted the top of her panties, pinching her tender clitoris and pressing it up and down. He forcefully leaned his body forward, bending her beautiful flesh into a sharp angle. The black panties were pushed aside, and his penis naturally thrust into her honey hole, inserting half of its glans.

Sun Yao's slender hands gripped Lin Qing's shoulders tightly, her mouth agape as she cried out, squeezing Lin Qing's glans tightly. She murmured, "Give it to me, ah, ah, I want you, I want it all to me."

Lin Qing thrust his hips forward, his penis disappearing completely. Sun Yao's mouth formed an "O" shape as

she breathed heavily, "Heh, heh..." After fully enjoying the warm, wet sensation deep within her, Lin Qing moved his glans gently. "Baby, why are you so wet?"

"Ugh, ugh, I hate it, ah..."

The sudden penetration made Sun Yao cry out again.

"It's too wet, let me pull it out and let it air dry."

Lin Qing slowly backed away.

"No, don't go out!"

Sun Yao covered her blushing face with her left hand, but her right hand tightly hugged Lin Qing's waist. The combination of her lewd actions and shy expression made Lin Qing's heart flutter. He removed her hand from her blushing face. "Look at me."

He grasped the girl's slender ankle, pulled her calf down from her shoulder, brought them together, and then bent them up, placing her perfect jade feet in front of him.

Sun Yao's toes were long and slender, her heels round and delicate, and the tops of her feet were white with a hint of pink, warm and smooth like jade. Lin Qing opened his mouth and sucked on her toes, his tongue swirling around them.

"Lin Qing."

Sun Yao was both ashamed and surprised. "No, no, it's dirty there."

"Baby, you're all sweet and delicious."

Lin Qing's tongue gently tickled the soles of her cute feet, his penis slowly thrusting in and out of her honey hole.

"Mmm, um..."

Something flickered in Sun Yao's eyes again. "Lin, Lin Qing, come on, come on."

Lin Qing pulled her hand and placed it on his thigh. "Hold on yourself."

He braced his hands on her fragrant shoulders, raised his waist high, and thrust forcefully.

Sun Yao's head swayed wildly, her long hair flying, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her full breasts bouncing in alluring waves, her bright red nipples tracing irregular paths in the air.

Lin Qing lowered his head and kissed her red lips, capturing her smooth, delicate tongue, his pubic bone striking her mons pubis with a rapid "slap, slap" sound.

Sun Yao suddenly threw her head back, her back hanging in the air, her slender legs unable to support her weight as she fell heavily onto the bed, 'woo woo' breaths escaping from her nose.

Lin Qing felt the powerful contractions within her honeyed cave. To completely conquer Sun Yao, he thrust with all his might. Sun Yao's breathing became even more rapid. She suddenly rolled over, pinning Lin Qing beneath her, showering him with kisses. Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her breasts covered in a fine sheen of fragrant sweat. She sat on Lin Qing's lower abdomen, twisting her soft, slender waist.

Lin Qing reached out and gently twisted the bright red nipples of her full breasts. Sun Yao let out a heavenly moan, her movements gradually becoming larger, her graceful body changing from twisting to small, up-and-down thrusts. Lin Qing watched her alluring, swaying breasts and couldn't help but thrust forcefully in sync with her movements.

"Lin Qing, um, Lin Qing, good brother, a little harder, um, yes, yes."

Sun Yao's mature charm made Lin Qing thrust even harder, supporting her smooth, slender waist as his penis violently entered and exited her narrow honeyed cave.

Sun Yao collapsed against Lin Qing's chest, her penis pressed into her honeyed cave at an angle almost parallel to her body.

"Baby."

Lin Qing nibbled on her earlobe, enjoying the intense contractions of her honeyed cave, and couldn't help but thrust twice more.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Sun Yao's soft breathing gradually subsided. "Sigh..."

She sighed deeply, her small hands clasped together with Lin Qing's, her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest, and she looked up at him with a smile, her rosy cheeks flushed. "You, you're so amazing."

Lin Qing rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his penis thrusting in and out of her honeyed cave, making Sun Yao moan softly. Her limbs wrapped around his body. "Come on, I'll give you everything." Lin Qing

was held tightly by her, making it difficult for his penis to enter and exit. The suppressed pleasure made him whisper sweet nothings in her ear: "Sun Yao, your breasts are so round and big, they're so beautiful. Aren't I amazing?"

Sun Yao opened her mouth and moaned, "Ah, ah..."

Her eyes were filled with desire as she looked at Lin Qing, her honeyed cave contracting strongly, gripping his penis with great pleasure.

Lin Qing changed the rhythm of his thrusts at will. Just when Sun Yao thought his next thrust would be a powerful one, he merely circled the head of his penis near the entrance of her vagina. When Sun Yao thought his next thrust would be a gentle one, he unexpectedly plunged in with all his might.

Sun Yao's body went limp, her arms and legs, which had been tightly embracing Lin Qing, loosened and lay sprawled on the bed. Lin Qing knew she was close to orgasm again. Her hips trembled violently as his penis moved in and out of her vagina at high speed. Stimulated by the intense thrusting and her lewd words, Sun Yao was quickly pushed to her peak. Her beautiful body trembled violently, her vagina contracting rapidly, the soft flesh squeezing his penis from all sides.

Lin Qing straightened his upper body, looking at the beauty beneath him who had just experienced an orgasm.

Sun Yao's face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits, a few strands of hair clung to her smooth forehead with fragrant sweat, her cute nostrils flared, and her slightly

parted lips emitted soft "ah, ah..." breaths. The bright red on her skin slowly faded, and her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, the erect nipples glistening with the light, mixed with Lin Qing's saliva and her fragrant sweat.

"You haven't... haven't ejaculated yet? I'm so comfortable I'm almost dying."

He chuckled mischievously, bringing his mouth close to her ear, "Use your breasts to help me push it out?"

Sun Yao's already red face turned even redder, and she raised her hand to slap him, "You bad Lin Qing."

"You won't?"

Lin Qing said dejectedly, his disappointment evident.

"Go ahead and humiliate me."

Sun Yao gave him a charming smile, her silver teeth gently biting her rosy lips. Her hands retreated to her breasts, pressing down on her full, firm breasts and squeezing them together. "Come on, you little rascal."

Lin Qing pulled his penis out of her narrow honey hole, shifting his body upwards to straddle Sun Yao's smooth abdomen. Sun Yao moaned, her alabaster breasts being squeezed forcefully by her slender hands, revealing a deep cleavage.

Lin Qing effortlessly guided his penis into the deep cleavage, the glans protruding from the tip. Sun Yao opened her small mouth, her warm breath spraying onto the glans. Lin Qing gently thrust, the cleavage feeling completely different from her honey hole. Although not as elastic, it was far more delicate and smooth.

Sun Yao slowly got used to it, occasionally varying the pressure of her squeezes, pouting her red lips and blowing air onto the glans, stretching out her fragrant tongue to match Lin Qing's thrusts, the tip of her tongue touching the urethral opening.

"Oh, so good, baby."

Lin Qing thrust dozens of times, unable to resist the soul-stirring pleasure.

"Lin Qing, you, you come, I—"

Sun Yao opened her small mouth, and Lin Qing thrust his penis a few times, ejaculating violently. The white semen sprayed out continuously and shot directly into her mouth. 12-28 Chapter 143 The wanton woman Sun Yao (3)

Sun Yao stuck out her fragrant tongue and licked the semen near her lips. Her lewd expression made Lin Qing restless again. Just as he was about to make a move, Sun Yao suddenly lowered her head and gagged. Lin Qing hurriedly reached out and patted her back gently. "What's wrong? Baby?"

Sun Yao looked up and glared at him. "Cough, cough, it's all your fault. That stuff is too hard to eat."

"Then why don't you spit it out?"

"You gave it to me, how can I spit it out?"

Su Ying smiled.

Her casual words moved Lin Qing. He leaned against the headboard, put his arm around her shoulder, and played with a strand of her hair.

"Lin Qing?"

Sun Yao lay in Lin Qing's arms, her arms wrapped around his waist, a happy smile on her lips. "Actually, I've liked you for a long time, but Su Ying always said she liked you, so I didn't say it."

Lin Qing looked into the deep affection in her eyes. "Sun Yao, I—"

His words were cut off by Sun Yao's lips. This kiss contained no lust, only a sincere expression of affection.

Sun Yao's fragrant, smooth body lay in Lin Qing's arms, her hands and feet still tightly entwined around him, her full breasts pressing against his chest. Lin Qing gently moved her jade-like arms and legs aside, his lips lightly touching her pretty face, gently kissing her forehead.

Lin Qing lay on the bed watching Sun Yao's slender hands moving across his chest. His hand slipped under her waist, caressing her soft, smooth buttocks. "Such smooth eggs! Let me have a bite."

Sun Yao giggled at Lin Qing's compliment, swaying her round hips alluringly. "Eat my foot!" Lin Qing

, aroused by her seductive charm, flipped her over and pinned her down on the bed. "Which hen laid this egg?"

Sun Yao's smooth thighs rubbed against his penis. "It's you, hen."

Beneath Lin Qing, her eyes were filled with seductive allure, her breath sweet and fragrant, stimulating Lin Qing to press his penis against her honeyed entrance.

"Oh!"

Su Ying's soft, limp body writhed seductively. "Come on, Lin Qing, love me fiercely."

Lin Qing lowered himself, half his glans disappearing into the soft pubic hair. "Ah, so full, ah, so full, ah..."

A look of pleasure spread across Sun Yao's face.

Lin Qing's glans sank into the warm, soft flesh of her scrotum. He gently swayed his hips, pushing his penis in little by little. His tongue circled the tender pink areola as his penis slowly advanced.

Because of the rest they had just had, Sun Yao's vagina was a little dry. But the lack of lubrication made the forceful thrusting feel like rape to Lin Qing. "Baby, you're so tight."

Sun Yao's vagina tightly contracted and enveloped his penis. Lin Qing licked and sucked her nipples. She twisted her long legs and let out low moans, her vagina secreting sticky love fluid.

Lin Qing pulled his penis back and then pushed it in again, swaying it slightly. Sun Yao involuntarily opened her small mouth and moaned, "Ugh, ugh." Lin Qing pulled his glans back to the entrance of her vagina and then thrust it all the way in. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she bit Lin Qing's shoulder, her vagina contracting rapidly deep inside.

Lin Qing enjoyed the pleasure of his penis being tightly enveloped. "Baby, you're so ruthless."

Sun Yao released Lin Qing's shoulders, her almond-shaped eyes darting around his face. "Hehe, who told you to push it all the way in at once, so hard? Biting you is actually mild."

"Okay, you wanted me to be gentle, don't regret it."

Lin Qing's glans pressed tightly against her cervix, and he slowly swayed his hips. In no time, Sun Yao's pretty face was flushed, and she cried out in a soft voice, "Ah, it's so itchy, harder!"

Lin Qing changed direction again, his movements becoming even gentler and slower. "Ugh, ugh, I, faster, faster, please!"

His penis was fully inserted into her honey hole, making Sun Yao unbearably itchy, and she hurriedly twisted her slender waist.

Lin Qing pressed her tightly and continued to grind, and Sun Yao couldn't help but cry out, "Waaah, Lin Qing, I, I can't take it anymore, waaah..."

Lin Qing kissed her pink face lightly, "Okay, okay, I'll move."

Then he began to thrust rapidly.

Sun Yao moaned and groaned, eagerly responding, "Ah, ah, Lin Qing, harder, harder! It feels so good, I'm flying!"

Her hair was disheveled, and her body trembled. "Come on, it's coming, ah..."

After a long moan, she curled up in Lin Qing's arms. "You, you're fucking me to death!"

Lin Qing bent down and lifted her up by the waist. "What are you doing?"

Losing her balance, Sun Yao quickly wrapped her arms around Lin Qing's neck.

"Hold me tight."

Lin Qing grabbed her soft, smooth buttocks and tossed them up and down, his penis penetrating deeper. Sun Yao's full breasts bumped against his chest, bringing a rich elasticity.

"No, it's so embarrassing! Put me down!"

Sun Yao kicked her feet in Lin Qing's arms, but Lin Qing ignored her insincere protests, carrying her back and forth, admiring her flushed face, his penis thrusting in and out of her honey hole, sending her to the peak.

"Ugh, you're always bullying me, you bad Lin Qing, you bad brother."

Just as Sun Yao was clinging to Lin Qing, moaning seductively as he was being pleasured, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhou Ping, now dressed in a pink halter-neck mini-dress, appeared in the doorway.

"Not finished yet, Brother Lin, you're really something."

She squinted her hazy eyes at Sun Yao, "Little slut, did you enjoy it?"

Sun Yao's pretty face turned even redder, her delicate arms tightly wrapped around Lin Qing's neck, shyly hiding her face on his shoulder, her honey hole tightly gripping his penis, contracting strongly, the force so strong that it made Lin Qing's penis ache slightly.

Lin Qing turned his head to look at Zhou Ping's sexy and alluring outfit, the low-cut neckline of her mini-dress with thin straps wrapped around her fair neck, her ample breasts almost half exposed, the skirt so short it only covered her round, pert buttocks, her long legs reflecting her fair skin in the moonlight.

Zhou Ping swayed gracefully towards him, her hips undulating alluringly, her ample breasts trembling, her long hair swaying slightly, and her rosy tongue licking her crimson lips as she cooed, "Brother Lin, you're so biased."

She twisted her waist in a wanton, seductive manner. "So vigorous with her, but with me... hmph..."

Seeing her seductive and wanton appearance, Lin Qing reached out and grabbed her snow-white, pink breasts. "What, you're still not full?"

Zhou Ping stroked Lin Qing's thigh, her face full of seductive smiles. "I want more."

She simply knelt down, half-kneeling, offering herself to Lin Qing.

Lin Qing pulled her into his arms, caressing her up and down, listening to her seductive moans. Sun Yao shyly extended her warm tongue and licked Lin Qing's face. "I... I've had enough. You... you go do her."

Her long legs, which had been hooked around Lin Qing's back, loosened, sliding down his waist, and she lost her balance, kneeling before him.

Lin Qing pressed Sun Yao's pretty face against his dripping penis. "Come on, wrap it for me."

Sun Yao glanced up at him, then at Zhou Ping beside her, hesitating to move.

Lin Qing sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing Zhou Ping's smooth black hair and pulling her head down as well. "You go first."

Zhou Ping reached out and touched his penis, opening her small mouth and seductively sucking and licking the glans.

Lin Qing looked down at her seductive expression and hummed with satisfaction, "Hmm, you're really good at this."

Hearing Lin Qing's praise, Zhou Ping glanced at Sun Yao provocatively.

Sun Yao's face was flushed, her full breasts heaving. Lin Qing looked at her helpless expression of wanting to accept but resisting, bent down and slapped her white and smooth buttocks. Sun Yao gently twisted her round buttocks to dodge, "No, don't hit me." She

obediently opened her small mouth, sticking out her warm red tongue and carefully licking Lin Qing's penis, twisting her waist between the man's legs.

Lin Qing thrust his penis into her red lips. Sun Yao's eyes were filled with spring-like allure. She cupped his penis in her slender hands, licking the glans with her tongue. A charming smile revealed two dimples. She tossed her long, black hair to one side, revealing her fair, snow-white neck

. Her soft hands caressed his penis, and her four smooth, full breasts pressed against his legs. A submissive smile graced her fair face, igniting Lin Qing's lust. Lin Qing pinched Sun Yao's slender waist with his left hand. His right hand caressed Zhou Ping's ample breasts. Sun Yao feigned shyness, pushing his hand away and coquettishly pleading, "Be gentle."

Chapter 144: Four Women Competing for Spring.

Lin Qing patted Zhou Ping's buttocks again, touching her moist vulva. Zhou Ping sucked on his glans, moaning sweetly, "Mmm, mmm."

His penis, rubbed hard by the combined efforts of her hands and mouth, felt like an iron rod. Lin Qing's scalp began to tingle.

He hurriedly pulled Zhou Ping's hot body up, "Come on, I've missed you so much."

Zhou Ping grabbed his penis with her small hands, spread her tender white thighs, and sat down quickly. Her wet and tight honey hole sucked in the glans. "Come on, little brother, let your sister take good care of you."

She moaned seductively as she thrust up and down, her crystal-clear, snow-white thighs clamping Lin Qing's waist, pressing down desperately. The glans pressed against the soft, writhing clitoris deep inside her honey hole, and her soft, bouncy buttocks spun rapidly. "It's coming, I'm coming again, ah..."

Zhou Ping gasped and shivered, her surging love juices rushing towards Lin Qing's glans, her warm, moist vagina tightly contracting and gripping his penis. Feeling his penis still hard inside her, she playfully punched Lin Qing's chest with her small fists, teasingly asking, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?" She then

embraced him tightly, giving him a long, passionate kiss.

Just as Lin Qing was about to continue thrusting, she pulled away from his body, saying coquettishly, "Go find Sun Yao."

Sun Yao hugged Lin Qing tightly, kissing him gently. "Mmm,"

she responded softly, parting her delicate labia with her small hands, grasping the man's penis and guiding the glans towards her vaginal opening. "Come on,"

she said sweetly, looking at Lin Qing.

Lin Qing's buttocks sank in, his penis sliding into her vagina, slowly thrusting in and out, his penis constantly soaked in her love juices. Sun Yao hugged him tightly, looking at him with deep, alluring eyes. "Come on, I can take it."

Stimulated by Sun Yao's seductive words, Lin Qing kissed her full breasts, sucking on her nipples, his erect penis trembling in her honeyed cave. Sun Yao's curvaceous body trembled beneath him, her full breasts rising as she gently kissed his earlobe. "It feels so good, you're making me feel like I'm in heaven."

Her sweet moans made Lin Qing feel a tingling sensation, his crystal-clear cheeks turning rosy. With Lin Qing's continuous thrusting, she twisted her waist and swayed her hips, raising her mons pubis to welcome him. "Ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum."

She grabbed the headboard with both hands, rolled over, and raised her snow-white buttocks high. "I can't take it anymore, please, hurry—"

she moaned, her movements undulating with the rhythm of Lin Qing's thrusts. Her cervix gripped his glans tightly, and hot love juice gushed out, scalding Lin Qing's glans, as thick, hot semen shot out powerfully.

Sun Yao hugged Lin Qing tightly, her mons pubis receiving the man's ejaculation, and gently kissed Lin Qing's face. "You're so great, husband."

A coquettish smile bloomed on her face. "Making love with you is so wonderful."

Lin Qing was exhausted after ejaculating and smiled apologetically. "I'm so tired, let me sleep for a while."

Sun Yao pouted her rosy lips. "What's wrong? Are you afraid I want more? Humph."

"No, I'm still a bit drunk. I'm really tired. Come on, let me hold you."

Lin Qing said and closed his eyes.

Sun Yao obediently lay down beside him, her full breasts pressed against his arm. "No, I don't want you to sleep."

At this moment, the understanding Zhou Ping came over. "Let him sleep. Brother Lin is really tired."

Her smooth and soft body lay on the other side of Lin Qing's body, and the three of them squeezed the small bed full.

Lin Qing opened his eyes and glanced at Zhou Ping with a hint of gratitude. He reached out and pulled her head to his side. Zhou Ping and Su Ying's necks rested on his arms, the three of them pressed tightly together like a sandwich. The faint fragrance wafting from either side of him filled his nostrils, and Lin Qing closed his eyes contentedly and quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sun was high in the sky. Zhou Ping and Sun Yao were nowhere to be seen. Lin Qing lay on the bed, which had been quite crowded the night before, stretching comfortably. Reflecting on the past few days, what more could he ask for?

'If I could also sleep with Su Ying, that would be perfect. I still have to thank Zhou Ping. Without her initiative and matchmaking, how could I have gotten involved with Yang Yin and Sun Yao so quickly? That little slut is not only wanton but also very understanding. I must give her some benefits if I get the chance.' Lin Qing thought to himself.

Suddenly, Lin Qing felt a little hungry. He glanced at his watch. Damn, it's almost one o'clock. He'd better go back to the office and make himself a packet of instant noodles. He lazily got out of bed, dressed, and as soon as he stepped out of the girls' dormitory, he saw Zhou Ping and the other three girls sitting by the flower bed in front of the building.

Lin Qing's gaze swept over them from left to right. Sun Yao, with her slender and graceful figure, had her neatly styled shoulder-length hair tied with a purple ribbon, giving her a clean and refreshing look. Her fair, oval face was delicate and charming, with a straight nose and evenly shaped lips. A light application of shimmering lipstick made her lips appear alluring, and a slight smile revealed her perfectly white teeth. Her

light blue-gray t-shirt and white A-line skirt made her look exceptionally captivating, outlining her graceful and alluring figure. She slowly raised her hand and swept her long hair to one side of her delicate oval face. The elegant movement caused her full breasts to tremble slightly, and her large, captivating eyes looked at Lin Qing with a watery gaze. "Awake? We were just about to come looking for you," she said

in a very seductive voice.

"Hehe, I'm awake."

Lin Qing chuckled awkwardly. "Did you need something?"

Zhou Ping, standing beside her, looked at Lin Qing with alluring eyes, her fair, oval face radiating a lewd smile. "Just getting the keys, we need to go to rehearsal. You think I was looking for you to sleep with, in broad daylight? Hehe."

Lin Qing turned to look at her. Zhou Ping's long, glossy black hair cascaded over her fair shoulders. She wore a maroon sleeveless blouse, her snow-white arms radiating a captivating glow, her ample breasts standing erect through the thin fabric. Her beige, tight-fitting capri pants accentuated her round, plump buttocks, the hem ending mid-calf, highlighting the slender curves of her long legs and revealing a section of smooth, slender calves. Flesh-colored open-toe high-heeled sandals with delicate straps accentuated her soft, boneless, fair feet. Her perfect figure exuded a charming and alluring aura.

"Tch, he must have been having a wild night with his girlfriend in the girls' dormitory, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. Doesn't he fear being exposed and getting disciplined by the school?"

A crisp, cold snort rang in Lin Qing's ears. Su Ying stared at him coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense,"

Lin Qing hurriedly interrupted Su Ying, turning his gaze to her.

Su Ying's fair, oval face was adorned with light makeup. Her thick, permed hair cascaded down her back in small waves, giving her a captivatingly alluring look amidst her cold beauty. Her slender eyes were delicate, and her small, pretty nose twitched slightly with anger. Her cherry-red lips were tightly pursed. A light purple satin dress clung to her body, outlining the beautiful lines of her breasts. Beneath the knee-length hem, a glimpse of her fair, firm calves was revealed. A white square-buckled leather belt cinched her slender waist, accentuating her alluring curves.

Of the four, Su Ying had the smallest bust, but she always cleverly used her clothes and accessories to conceal this flaw, drawing your attention to her enviable slender waist and long legs. Her white mid-heel leather ankle boots perfectly accentuated the beautiful curves of her waist, hips, and legs, adding a touch of sexy heroism to her delicate figure.

Yang Yin wore a neutral black suit today, exquisitely tailored, form-fitting, and simple in style, highlighting her slender waist, rounded hips, and long legs. Her charming eyes, slightly narrowed, gave her a hazy, sexy allure. Her long thighs, revealed beneath the super-short skirt, while not as fair and delicate as the other three, still possessed a rich honey color that was alluringly sensual under the sunlight. Her radiant face and firm, full breasts displayed a sexy and seductive curve.

The four women, some voluptuous, some delicate, some sexy, some elegant, truly each had their own unique charm.

Lin Qing slowly walked up to them. Sun Yao, Zhou Ping, and Yang Yin surrounded him, smiling and greeting him, each trying to outshine the others. Only Su Ying glared at them angrily.

Lin Qing noticed that when beautiful women gathered together, they inevitably struck poses and flaunted their charms, their voices wanton and their allure undeniable. Even if they pretended on the surface, they were the same in their hearts.

Zhou Ping leaned against Lin Qing, her soft, ample breasts pressing against his waist and abdomen. Lin Qing looked down at her deep cleavage. Su Ying, seeing his lustful gaze, snorted softly, "Are we still practicing? If we don't leave soon, some people's eyeballs will pop out."

Lin Qing quickly looked up. "Let's go."

Su Ying was the first to stand up and walk towards the main building. Lin Qing watched her slender back, her long, glossy black hair flowing behind her. Although her long dress covered her long legs, a small section of her fair, pink calves revealed their beautiful curves beneath the hem, and her subtly swaying hips exuded a thousand kinds of charm, making her extremely alluring.

Sun Yao smiled charmingly as she caught up with Su Ying and took her arm, whispering something in her ear. Lin Qing followed behind them, staring at Su Ying's slightly swaying buttocks beneath her flowing long dress. Her long hair flowed freely, her slender waist twisted, and her buttocks swayed alluringly. Her white short leather boots were particularly charming and seductive. Sun Yao would occasionally turn back and smile at him seductively, making his heart flutter even more.

Zhou Ping smiled sweetly and walked to Lin Qing's side, her small hand eagerly hooking around his arm. "Are you stunned? Aren't you coming?"

Lin Qing hugged Zhou Ping and kissed her. "What, are you jealous?"

"Get lost, do you think I'm the kind of person who gets jealous? Don't worry, I'll definitely help you get Su Ying, let's go."

Chapter 145 Four Women's Hot Dance

Sitting on the large chair on the stage, Lin Qing touched the scalding hot instant noodle box, waiting anxiously.

Fortunately, before the instant noodles were even cooked, the four girls had already changed their clothes. All four girls stood in the center of the room , wearing identical white gauze blouses and extremely short black silk miniskirts. The thin blouses couldn't conceal their ample breasts, and the short skirts barely revealed their legs.

To the rousing rhythm of the music, they swayed their alluring breasts and hips, displaying their softness and sexiness. Their dance was full of allusions and provocations. Their rapidly twisting, sexy bodies accentuated their curves, showcasing their ample breasts, slender waists, round hips, and long legs to Lin Qing from every angle. They frequently struck seductive poses, rubbing their chests and hips, and swaying their alluring white thighs, their postures like those of skilled strippers, tempting Lin Qing.

During the dance, their full breasts and round hips revealed the curves of their youthful bodies, trembling with intoxicating waves of sexiness. Lin Qing's heart raced, his gaze fixed on their alluring figures—full breasts, round hips, slender waists, slender arms, and long legs—his eyes drifting towards their lower bodies.

Four pairs of long legs, some fair and some pink, with their beautiful curves on full display. Their smooth, delicate, white thighs looked incredibly sensual under the lights. The full breasts and round, plump buttocks beneath their clothes gave Lin Qing endless imagination. The four women closed their eyes and swayed freely, showing off their charm to Lin Qing. Lin Qing's breathing became more and more rapid. The music suddenly stopped, and only his heavy breathing remained in the entire hall.

Seeing Lin Qing's embarrassment, Zhou Ping laughed lasciviously, swaying her slender waist and round hips as she walked over. She raised her hand high, twirling it lightly in front of Lin Qing, her eyes alluring as she looked at him. "Ca n't take it anymore already?"

Yang Yin also walked over, her eyes brimming with spring-like allure. "Really? Brother Lin, let me see if you're hard?"

As she spoke, she lifted her smooth, long legs, pressing them against Lin Qing's hips, rubbing them lightly. Her pink panties, hanging between her short skirts, swayed in front of Lin Qing's eyes, occasionally revealing a few long pubic hairs. Her alluring red lips parted slightly, exhaling a sweet breath onto Lin Qing's face.

Lin Qing beckoned with his finger, and Zhou Ping and Yang Yin nestled obediently beside him. He kissed their pink faces and cherry lips, and Zhou Ping and Yang Yin simultaneously let out seductive moans. Lin Qing placed them on his left and right thighs, caressing their smooth, delicate thighs.

"Alright, stop fooling around, we're here to rehearse."

Sun Yao walked over and scolded Zhou Ping and the others in a low voice. Lin Qing reached out and patted Sun Yao's firm, pert buttocks, then pulled her onto his lap, her voluptuous waist encircling her. He stroked her soft, boneless body and kissed her cheek.

"Stop fooling around, we still have to practice dancing."

Sun Yao squirmed gently in Lin Qing's arms. "Let me go."

She looked into Lin Qing's eyes and gestured towards Su Ying with her small mouth.

Lin Qing held Sun Yao's slender hand, and Sun Yao struggled twice in vain.

Her eyes, no longer rejecting him, turned into a yearning for him. Zhou Ping and Yang Yin also looked up at Lin Qing with smiles. "Dancing, huh? Okay, let's dance now." They

embraced and danced a cheek-to-cheek dance, their small hands rubbing their breasts, swaying their slender waists and long legs.

Beautiful women are always the embodiment of sexiness; full breasts, round, pert buttocks—the whole room was filled with a thick atmosphere of debauchery.

Lin Qing groped Sun Yao, causing her to moan softly. Su Ying, her eyes filled with a complex mix of shyness, anger, and longing, glared at Lin Qing before heading to the bathroom.

Yang Yin pulled Lin Qing's hand away. "See, you're angry again. I'll go coax her."

"Yang Yin, don't go. Let Brother Lin coax her himself

," Sun Yao winked at Lin Qing. "Aren't you going?"

A bold encouragement flashed in her eyes, and she nodded vigorously, meeting Lin Qing's questioning gaze.

Lin Qing understood her meaning and quietly followed Su Ying's retreating figure.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Lin Qing saw Su Ying turning on the tap, her head submerged in the cold water of the sink, her slender shoulders trembling slightly. He walked behind her, and before he could speak, Su Ying sensed someone approaching from behind. She straightened up, her round, pert bottom bumping against his erect penis, plump and bouncy.

Lin Qing's head throbbed. Forgetting he was there to coax her, he grabbed Su Ying's soft waist, lowered his head to kiss her delicate earlobe, and inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her hair and skin. His penis pressed against her buttocks, pinning her against the sink, and he kissed her cheek, his hands climbing up her waist.

"You, you—"

Su Ying's face flushed red, her body stiffening. "You, how did you get into the women's restroom? Get out of here right now."

Seeing her fierce yet cowardly expression, Lin Qing laughed. "There are only four of us here, what am I afraid of?"

His hands unceremoniously covered her not-so-ample breasts, clearly feeling their firmness and softness through the thin shirt, igniting his desire.

Su Ying's body went limp, and she struggled until Lin Qing's fingers skillfully unbuttoned her clothes, then she cried out in a low voice, "Let me go."

Lin Qing turned her slender body around and sealed her soft lips with his. Startled, Su Ying's scream turned into a muffled murmur in Lin Qing's passionate kiss. Her delicate fingers scratched and clawed at his back, but this did nothing to stop his continued, deeper caresses.

Her arms slowly wrapped around Lin Qing's neck, and Lin Qing pulled the hem of her shirt out from under her skirt. With a gentle flick of his fingers, he unhooked her bra. She was both ashamed and angry, trying to lift her knees to break free of Lin Qing's grip. Lin Qing sensed her intention and first pressed his knee firmly against her thigh. "Don't tell me you really don't like me."

"Let me go,"

Su Ying whispered, trying to muster her remaining reason.

Lin Qing ran his finger along her soft lips. "Are you upset that I'm late?"

Su Ying's alluring charm drew Lin Qing's gaze. He pressed her closer, his penis against her soft belly. Su Ying blushed with anger, her slightly protruding breasts heaving. "You, you're a bastard!" Her

slender, bony hands pounded his chest, her cheeks burning. She took a deep breath. "You're just bullying me like this?"

Lin Qing smiled and sealed her lips with his again, his passion turning into a gentle, lingering kiss on her soft, fragrant lips.

Su Ying wanted to resist, yet she was also somewhat intoxicated by Lin Qing's tenderness. Reason and emotion wavered, and the gentle kiss turned into a passionate tongue battle, the heat of passion making Su Ying feel dizzy.

Just then, the loud sound of high heels clicking on the tiled floor grew louder. She suddenly looked up. "Someone's here!" She

hurriedly hid in a stall in the restroom.

Just as she closed the door, the person outside entered. Lin Qing looked up and saw Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping looked at Lin Qing apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm in a real hurry."

She lifted her short skirt to her waist and hurriedly sat on the toilet, not even closing the door. A strong stream of water gushed out, the sound lasting for about half a minute before gradually subsiding and disappearing.

"Where's Su Ying?"

Zhou Ping stood up, wiping the remaining water droplets from her tender red labia and fine pubic hair with a tissue, and asked Lin Qing a question.

Lin Qing glanced at the closed door of the cubicle next to her. Zhou Ping pulled up her underwear and approached him, speaking softly enough for only him to hear, "Haven't you taken her yet?"

Lin Qing nodded. "Oh, she's gone."

Zhou Ping said loudly, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. Her slender hands grabbed the hem of her short skirt and pulled it up to her thighs. The semi-transparent, narrow gauze underwear couldn't cover her mons pubis.

Lin Qing saw two tufts of thick, black, curly pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her underwear. Below her slender waist, which had no excess fat, her delicate, snow-white buttocks were covered only by a narrow strip of fabric. The edges of the fabric revealed round, white buttocks that connected to her long, shapely thighs. The top of her rounded thighs was completely exposed, and her underwear couldn't hide the thick, curly pubic hair on her high mons pubis.

Zhou Ping spread her slender, shapely legs, lowered her head, and tucked the pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her panties inside. Her skirt was lifted to her waist, giving Lin Qing a full view of her flat, smooth abdomen, her bean-like navel incredibly alluring.

(Chapter 146: Teasing Su Ying)

Zhou Ping pulled Lin Qing's hand and pressed it against her ample breasts, making him embrace her soft body from behind. Her long hair brushed against Lin Qing's face, the fragrance of her hairline constantly wafting into his nose.

Lin Qing lifted her onto the washbasin. Zhou Ping kicked her long legs in the air, squinting at Lin Qing, tilting her chin towards the stall where Su Ying was hiding, a sly smile on her face, and placing her index finger in front of her open mouth in a gesture to silence her.

Then, she pushed Lin Qing's body away, gently slid off the sink, turned to face the gleaming mirror, and twisted her slender waist, rubbing her firm, round buttocks against his penis

. Her face flushed, she gasped, "Ah, no, ah, you're so naughty." She pulled Lin Qing's hand, which was pressing against her firm, full breasts, down to

her smooth, delicate thighs. Pressed against Lin Qing's back, Zhou Ping's fair cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Lin Qing's hand slid along her thighs, parting the narrow strip of fabric from her panties, covering her thick, curly pubic hair. His index finger touched her wet, slippery labia.

Zhou Ping gently tossed her head, her cheek, as warm as jade, pressed against Lin Qing's neck. Her slightly parted lips exhaled hot, sweet breath. Lin Qing's penis pressed tightly against her long, fiery buttocks. She reached back and unzipped Lin Qing's pants, pulling his underwear aside. Her smooth little hand swiftly and accurately pulled out his penis, exclaiming exaggeratedly in Su Ying's direction, "Wow, it's so big!"

Then, she stood on tiptoe, sticking her firm, pert buttocks out, her slippery, wet vulva pressed tightly against his erect penis.

Lin Qing's hand, which was covering her tender white buttocks, pulled open her narrow underwear, his penis rubbing against her hot, fleshy cleft. Zhou Ping moaned, swaying her buttocks back, her wet, delicate labia rubbing against his glans. The slippery sensation fueled Lin Qing's lust.

Zhou Ping exaggeratedly feigned a struggle, "Uh, hmph, you, you can't do this, oh!"

She used her hand to hold the glans and parted her wet labia, then thrust her round, white buttocks back forcefully. With a 'whoosh' sound, Lin Qing's glans parted her tender labia and, with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, inserted into her narrow honey hole.

Her penis was tightly gripped by the rings of tender flesh inside her honey hole. Zhou Ping gritted her teeth and hissed, "Ah, so big, so hot, be gentle, fuck, fuck me to death, ah, be gentle." Her

snow-white, round buttocks thrust back, welcoming the penis tightly inserted into her tight honey hole.

Hearing Zhou Ping's lewd words, Su Ying blushed and her heart pounded as she quietly opened the door a crack. Seeing Lin Qing and Zhou Ping's lower bodies pressed so closely together, their lips kissing so intimately, she couldn't help but fall into a passionate daze. A wave of numbness washed over her thighs, and she leaned weakly against the wall by the door with her legs together.

Zhou Ping saw Su Ying peeking at them in the large mirror in front of her. Feigning shyness, she moaned, "Oh, you can't do this, uh-huh, no."

Her soft, fragrant body trembled slightly, her fair, rounded buttocks taut, and the wet, soft walls of her honeyed cave contracted and sucked at his penis.

Lin Qing's hand rested on her slender waist, his glans, deep inside her uterus, withdrew and then gently pushed back in. Zhou Ping's whole body went limp. She gripped the washbasin, spread her long, smooth legs, arched her slender waist, and thrust her rounded buttocks high to meet the man's thrusts.

His penis, tightly enveloped by her honeyed cave, thrust faster. The layers of tender flesh inside Zhou Ping's honeyed cave spasmed and contracted, and a gush of passionate fluid spurted from deep within her uterus, splashing onto his glans and flowing from between their tightly joined flesh. Her long, white thighs trembled as if in spasms, and her body slumped downwards.

Lin Qing hurriedly embraced her slippery buttocks, thrusting his penis deeper into her tight, honeyed cave. Her tender, red labia flipped in and out with each stroke.

"Oh, hmm, so big, faster, harder, I'm coming!"

Zhou Ping's expression was ecstatic, her alluring eyes glistening with tears. "Mmm, good, good."

Lin Qing held her firm, bouncy buttocks tightly, his penis pumping faster in and out of her wet, tight cave. The soft, white flesh of her buttocks slapped against his lower abdomen with a 'slap slap slap' sound, mingling with the 'plop plop plop' sound of his penis squeezing out her love juices.

"Baby, is it comfortable?"

Lin Qing kissed Zhou Ping's ear.

"Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm..."

Zhou Ping moaned alternately through her mouth and nostrils.

Lin Qing thrust again with all his might, his glans penetrating to the deepest part of her honey hole. "Does it feel good?"

"Uh, hmm, just like that, don't move, all the way in, push tighter, don't move, you, you're so good."

Zhou Ping moaned, pushing her pert buttocks back forcefully, pressing them tightly against the pubic bone at the base of his penis, their flesh rubbing together. Her snow-white, smooth thighs pressed tightly against Lin Qing's legs, leaving no gap between his penis and her honey hole.

Lin Qing wrapped his arms around her flat, smooth abdomen, his elastic thigh muscles twitching, her honey hole tightly gripping his penis and contracting sharply. The tender flesh of the vaginal walls writhed and rubbed violently, her cervix sucking at his glans like a small mouth. Zhou Ping hugged his buttocks tightly, pushing his penis even deeper into her tender honey hole, moaning heavily, "Push, push me to death."

Hot love juice gushed out again, the urethral opening on his glans feeling numb and itchy. Lin Qing couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated a thick stream of semen, powerfully spraying it onto her cervix.

"Ugh, you shot so much, it feels so good."

Just as Lin Qing was about to pull his penis out, Zhou Ping reached back and grabbed his buttocks. "Don't move, it's so sore."

She arched her buttocks back and rubbed them against Lin Qing. "Mmm, so good, so uncomfortable."

She tilted her breasts back and turned her face, her smile blooming as she glanced at Su Ying, who was already aroused and at a loss, leaning against the half-open door. Her soft, red lips sealed the man's mouth, and her nimble tongue entered Lin Qing's mouth and swirled, filling it with sweet saliva.

Lin Qing sucked on her tender tongue and her sweet saliva. Zhou Ping's fair and smooth hand pulled his left hand, which was holding his round, perky buttocks, and placed it on her high, firm breasts. She pulled away from his tightly joined lips, slightly twisted her buttocks, and gestured for Lin Qing to pull his penis out of his tight little honey hole.

Lin Qing slowly pulled his penis out of her vagina, the glans withdrawing from the entrance and leaving her tender labia covered in sticky, lustful fluid.

Zhou Ping looked inexplicably disappointed. A glistening, thick fluid clung to her penis in her pink slit. Lin Qing reached out and gently pinched her soft, white buttocks. She raised her lowered head slightly, feigning a glare at Lin Qing. "You, you actually did this in front of Su Ying, you—"

Su Ying only snapped out of her daze when she heard Zhou Ping mention her name. She glanced at Lin Qing's glans, glistening with lustful fluid, and lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Put that thing away."

Zhou Ping quickly pulled up her panties, pulled down her short skirt that was bunched up at her waist, smoothed it out, turned around, and kissed Lin Qing on the lips. "I'm leaving. You can do whatever you want."

She turned and gave Su Ying a seductive look before opening the door and leaving.

Lin Qing, his penis still erect, walked to Su Ying's side. His hand had barely touched her slender shoulder when Su Ying recoiled, her narrow eyes reddening as she glared at him. "You, what are you going to do?"

"I—"

Lin Qing was momentarily speechless.

Su Ying looked down and saw Lin Qing's rapidly softening penis, and couldn't help but chuckle, instantly easing Lin Qing's mood. He shamelessly leaned in and put his arm around her shoulder again.

"Let go, let me go!"

Su Ying continued to struggle, leaving Lin Qing stunned.

Su Ying looked at the man before her, her tone slow but firm. "You, you just wanted to be with me, then you turned around and did that with Zhou Ping, and now you want to be with me again? Do you think I'm like her? Humph!"

She opened the door and ran out.

Chapter 147 Good Things Take Time

Lin Qing returned to the hall, feigning unhappiness. Sun Yao, seeing him sitting silently in a chair, quietly approached. "Did you run into a wall again?"

Lin Qing sighed deeply, his head bowed low.

Seeing his dejected expression, Sun Yao chuckled. "Look at you, so pathetic. Don't worry, come to my dorm tonight, I'll help you figure something out."

After whispering in Lin Qing's ear, she glanced at him, giggled, and exaggeratedly swayed her slender waist and round hips as she walked to the center of the room. "Lin Qing, let me show you a dance we can only show you."

"There's one especially for me, thank you. I'll have to watch it carefully."

It was clear that Sun Yao had put a lot of thought into alleviating Lin Qing's low spirits.

"Wait a minute, let's change."

Sun Yao pulled the still pouting, embarrassed Su Ying towards the door.

"Go outside to change? We can do it here."

Lin Qing smiled lewdly.

"Go to hell."

Zhou Ping glared at Lin Qing and followed Yang Yin out.

As dusk settled, the golden sunlight of twilight streamed through the curtains into the spacious hall, filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

With Lin Qing's almost anxious anticipation, the door slowly opened. Zhou Ping, walking at the front, wore a light pink, tight-fitting, sleeveless cheongsam that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her high breasts, slender waist, and round, shapely buttocks were alluring. Her soft, white arms were exposed, incredibly sexy, and the high slit revealed glimpses of her long, white legs as she moved, creating a hazy, alluring effect.

Sun Yao wore a black velvet cheongsam, with two buttons undone below her white neck, revealing her pink and tempting skin, making Lin Qing imagine the full breasts beneath. The fabric clung to her rounded buttocks, highlighting her ample curves, and the slit revealed her long, white legs, making Lin Qing almost drool.

Although Sun Yao's face wasn't as fresh and refined as Su Ying's, her round, pink face and large, alluring eyes, along with her thin, soft red lips, made her look sexy and seductive. She was prettier than Zhou Ping, had a fuller figure than Su Ying, and her skin was whiter and smoother than Yang Yin's. In terms of overall qualities, she should be ranked first among the four.

Su Ying and Yang Yin, dressed in pure white, openwork short-sleeved cheongsams, followed behind, looking charming and pretty. Their black bras were faintly visible through the openwork, their skin revealing an irresistible sensuality.

The four women smiled as they walked to the front of the stage, forming a horizontal line. They swayed their hips to the rhythm of the soft music, their long legs peeking out from under their high-slit cheongsams, even their round buttocks occasionally peeking out. Zhou Ping, Sun Yao, and Yang Yin touched their high breasts, their cherry-like mouths slightly parted, their red tongues licking their thin lips, swaying their hips and throwing seductive glances at Lin Qing, displaying their sexy charm. Only Su Ying's expression remained cold, her movements perfunctory.

Su Ying and Yang Yin, dressed in fresh attire, appeared elegant and refined, like fragrant and sweet tea, while Zhou Ping and Sun Yao, with their dignified and luxurious appearance, were sexy and beautiful, like rich and intoxicating wine.

Lin Qing walked over, entranced, and danced with them in turns, one on each side, to the romantic music. However, he was met with the expected rejection from Su Ying. He feigned composure, concealing his inner excitement, smiled at them, and pushed open the door to leave.

As autumn approached, the nights in Northeast China were already somewhat chilly. Lin Qing walked slowly along the campus paths. Sun Yao chased after him, panting. "Got rejected again, huh? I told you not to rush things. You don't understand Su Ying's temper."

"So what? I'll just stay away from her from now on, hmph."

Lin Qing said irritably, reaching out to pull Sun Yao's tall and beautiful body closer. "It's enough that you're so good to me."

"Really?"

Sun Yao nestled against Lin Qing seductively, giving him a tender look with her large, affectionate eyes. "I'm satisfied with just hearing that. Don't worry, I'll help you win her over tonight."

At dinner, the four girls sat at the table directly in front of Lin Qing, each lost in their own thoughts. No one spoke, making the already empty cafeteria even more silent on the weekend. They ate a few bites and left together.

Lin Qing sat in the cafeteria, mechanically smiling and greeting each teacher on duty who passed by. Looking at the few people scattered throughout the spacious cafeteria, his mood inexplicably plummeted.

Even the usually delicious food tasted bland. He ordered half a jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor), moved his tray to the table by the window, poured himself a full glass, swirled it in his hand, and downed it in

one gulp. A fiery sensation shot from his throat to his chest and abdomen. "Damn!" he couldn't help but spit out a curse word, "I'm going to sleep with you tonight." He downed a second glass of liquor in one gulp, and staggered out of the cafeteria. The cool evening breeze caressed his chest, mingling with the burning heat within him.

Lin Qing wandered around the campus in circles until it was deeply dark. Most of the already sparse lights went out, even the light from the female dormitory security guard's lamp was off, leaving only the faint glow of the television.

'The sleepy gatekeeper must be asleep by now,' he thought. Lin Qing, still half asleep, entered the girls' dormitory. Looking inside, he saw the dormitory auntie already slumped over her desk, snoring so loudly he could hear it clearly from outside. He tiptoed upstairs to the room where Sun Yao and Su Ying lived, took a deep breath

, and pushed open the slightly ajar door. The room was completely silent. By the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Lin Qing saw a beautiful woman sleeping soundly on her side on the not-so-wide student bed to his right. Her soft, slightly curled body was draped in a thin blanket around her waist, revealing a large portion of her smooth back, almost revealing her sexy buttocks. One of her long, bare legs was stretched out, the other bent, and a pair of white panties clung tightly to her round bottom. Her plump, delicate feet had toenails painted with light pink nail polish. Her alluring sleeping posture stirred his heart.

He slipped to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp. Long, curled eyelashes, a straight, delicate nose, and alluringly soft lips—it was Su Ying.

Su Ying seemed to be fast asleep; her small nose was breathing softly on her charming face, and her rosy lips were trembling slightly, as if she were whispering something in her sleep.

'Where is Sun Yao?' Lin Qing's mind was filled with doubt, but his eyes were fixed on Su Ying's full breasts beneath her thin bra. Just as he was about to reach out and touch them, a small hand pulled him back from behind. "Don't rush, it's not time yet."

Lin Qing turned around and saw Sun Yao wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown, her fair skin exposed. He took the opportunity to pull her forward and press her against the edge of the bed. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and he slipped his hand inside the nightgown, touching her soft, elastic breasts. As the girl twisted and kneaded them with a mixture of resistance and pleasure, Sun Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, her breasts rising higher and making her nipples even more prominent.

He had only touched and pinched her nipples a couple of times when they began to harden. He flicked her left nipple with his fingers, then lowered his head and opened his mouth to suckle her right nipple. His lips enveloped the nipple, and he gently bit it with his teeth, while his tongue lightly licked the tip.

Sun Yao's voluptuous body writhed, her soft mons pubis rubbing against his crotch. Lin Qing's penis immediately became erect. His hands caressed Sun Yao's tender breasts, his tongue licking her hard nipples, his nose inhaling the milky fragrance emanating from her breasts, watching the expression of pleasure on her face.

Sun Yao moaned softly, "Mmm, mmm, mmm..."

as she tore off Lin Qing's outer garment, her small hands tightly gripping his back, her nails digging deeply into his back muscles.

Lin Qing lifted her slender and alluring body, quickly pulling her nightgown down to her knees, revealing her flawless, snow-white body before him.

Sun Yao's skin was white and smooth, still shimmering with a fair glow even under the dim light of the golden lamp. Her fair and pure oval face flushed crimson, her large, bright eyes narrowed into slits, and her rosy lips were half-open.

Lin Qing gently lifted her full, round buttocks and placed them on the edge of the bed. Her high, protruding mons pubis was alluringly prominent. He held her smooth, long legs and slowly spread them apart. At the end of her thighs, which were as white as mutton fat, lay her full mons pubis, covered with long, fine, black pubic hair. Her large, arched labia majora parted as her thighs spread, revealing her bright red labia minora, which were covered with a few drops of pale love fluid, like pink roses dipped in dew.

Lin Qing buried his head down and licked her red, wrinkled labia minora with his tongue. The faint, erotic scent emanating from her honeyed cave made him lose his mind. Under the teasing touch of his tongue, her labia minora parted further. Lin Qing used his fingers to spread them open, revealing her wet, honeyed cave entrance. Her light red clitoris was slightly erect, its pink dome glistening with love fluid. He swirled his tongue around the entrance of her honeyed cave, coating her clitoris with the sticky, slippery love fluid.

Sun Yao clenched her teeth, her muscles tense, and heaved as she gasped for breath. Lin Qing swiftly removed all his clothes, spread her labia minora with his left hand, and with his right hand, lifted his penis to the vulva, rubbing the glans against the entrance of her vagina, coating it with her juices. He then pressed it against the slightly open opening, and with a "splash," her juices splattered as his penis entered the warm, moist vagina.

Chapter 148 Half Seduction, Half Coercion

Sun Yao

let out a satisfied moan, her breasts involuntarily heaving. Lin Qing lifted her legs and began thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina, the glans rubbing against the layers of skin inside, sending waves of pleasure through him.

He savored the pleasure of his thrusts, watching Sun Yao's expression as she experienced repeated orgasms, her body rising and falling beneath him in blissful pleasure. He listened to her wanton moans, rising and falling, "Ah, I, I, oh, oh, I'm going to die, oh, oh, I can't take it anymore!"

His penis grew hard and erect, each thrust reaching the very tip of her vagina, the glans hitting her cervix.

Sun Yao looked up at Lin Qing's glans, watching it move rapidly in and out of her vagina, grinding the flowing fluids into countless tiny bubbles that coated his penis. Between his penis and her vagina, the gushing fluids formed white, slippery stains, making the sheets sticky and slippery. Lin Qing's thrusts pushed her further back, until her entire body lay on the bed.

Lin Qing withdrew his penis, grabbed Sun Yao's delicate arm, and made her stand on the floor, arching her back and lying

face down on the bed. He raised her round buttocks, and thrust his penis back into her fleshy opening. He held her smooth buttocks and thrust vigorously back and forth, the impact of her lower abdomen and buttocks producing crisp 'slap, slap' sounds. Sun Yao supported herself on the bed, her delicate body swaying back and forth in rhythm with the man's movements, her breasts swaying with her movements. Lin Qing bent down and pressed against her back, his hands kneading her full breasts. Her snow-white breasts were marked with red finger marks from Lin Qing's grasp, her buttocks raised to receive the man's thrusts.

Lin Qing's glans thrust in and out of the wet, slippery honey hole, the edges of his penis interlocking with the inner flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her. Sun Yao's head swayed wildly from side to side, her hair disheveled as she clutched the sheets, stuffing them into her mouth and biting down hard, moans escaping from her nostrils, "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh..."

Though indistinct, they were filled with alluring pleasure, encouraging Lin Qing's relentless assault.

Lin Qing wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her close. Sun Yao smelled the odor of alcohol. "You, you've been drinking."

Lin Qing didn't answer, instead sealing her lips with his own, his tongue darting out. Sun Yao pressed herself against Lin Qing, writhing her delicate, pinkish-white body, breathing softly. Her pale arms and legs clung tightly to him, her body trembling violently, her juices gushing from her honey hole, forming countless glistening pearls on Lin Qing's pubic hair.

The muscles of her honeyed cave tightened and relaxed, gripping and twitching her penis. The glans was sucked forcefully, drawing out the burgeoning semen within Lin Qing. Lin Qing felt a tingling sensation in his glans and quickly withdrew his throbbing penis from the warm honeyed cave. He embraced Sun Yao's burning hot body and gently kissed her breathy lips. "Was it good?"

Sun Yao seemed to be still catching her breath, answering intermittently, "Mmm, it was good. Hmm, you're so naughty, always asking questions you already know the answer to."

Satisfied, she gently held his penis in her hand, her body nestled in his arms, radiating warmth and fragrance. A smile played on her lips as she playfully punched Lin Qing's chest with her small, pink fists, burying her face in his chest, her cheeks flushed.

With a soft, warm body in his arms, Lin Qing's still-erect penis grew even harder. He stood up, grabbed her long legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, aiming his penis at her slightly swollen vulva and thrusting it in again. He reached for a pillow and placed it under her round, white buttocks, then lifted her legs and thrust downwards.

Sun Yao gripped Lin Qing's arms tightly, her brows furrowed, watching his penis enter and exit her honeyed cave, experiencing the intense pleasure of his thrusts. She winked at him mischievously and gestured towards Su Ying's bed, "Go, go to her side."

Lin Qing didn't react immediately and looked at her questioningly.

"You really don't want her anymore?"

Sun Yao glanced at Lin Qing. "Carry me over."

She laughed lasciviously. "Don't let your dick fall out, or I won't help you."

Lin Qing suddenly understood. He bent down and hugged Sun Yao's soft body tightly, moving her to Su Ying's bed. He thrust even harder. Sun Yao's long legs, hanging high, kicked wildly, moaning lasciviously, "Ah, ah, ya, ya, baby, faster."

Su Ying, beside him, murmured groggily, slightly turning her body, turning her back to Lin Qing and Sun Yao, her small hands pulling the towel around her waist up a little.

Lin Qing couldn't help but stop thrusting and glanced at Su Ying.

Su Ying continued to sleep soundly, her breathing deep. Sun Yao revealed a charming smile, thrusting her mons pubis upward, raising her pretty face to bring her rosy lips to Lin Qing's mouth. Lin Qing lowered his head and kissed her, then continued thrusting.

The sounds of kissing and the wet smacking of thrusting grew louder. Within two minutes, Su Ying's breathing became heavy and labored. Sun Yao smiled knowingly, using her eyes to stop Lin Qing's urge to look at Su Ying, and then cried out in exaggerated moans, "Ah, ah, so strong, you, ah, so good, so incredibly good!"

Su Ying secretly turned her face to look at them in the dim light. Sun Yao's straight legs were raised high, and Lin Qing moved between them.

Sun Yao turned her face towards Su Ying's ear, letting out a long moan: "Ah, baby, ah, fuck me to death, ya, oh..."

With each moan, her vaginal muscles writhed and trembled violently around the glans.

Su Ying's slightly open eyelids watched Sun Yao's long legs swaying back and forth, unable to suppress her heavy breathing.

Hearing Su Ying's aroused forgetfulness, Lin Qing felt a surge of desire. His penis, soaking in Sun Yao's warm, honeyed cave, swelled. Sun Yao quickly loosened her tightly locked vaginal muscles and pushed Lin Qing's body away. "Don't ejaculate."

"What now?"

"I'll make you feel even better."

Sun Yao turned her body around, her small hand grasping his penis and slowly stroking it. Her cherry-like mouth opened wide, her tongue licking the glans. Her soft tongue tip skillfully circled the glans, slowly taking the penis into her alluring mouth and swallowing it. Her tongue tip licked around the edge of the glans, then she released the glans and gently sucked on the shaft with her sexy, thin lips, before taking the glans back in and sucking hard.

The penis inch by inch penetrated Sun Yao's beautiful little mouth until her thin lips touched the base. Sun Yao took the entire penis into her mouth and swallowed it, her slender fingers rubbing around Lin Qing's anus. Lin Qing's hands roamed and kneaded along the beautiful curves of Sun Yao's body, thrusting his hips to push the penis deep into her throat, listening to the 'plop plop' sounds coming from Sun Yao's sexy and charming little mouth.

Sun Yao spat out the penis, twisting her round buttocks and pressing Lin Qing's body down

. "Was it good?" she asked, wiping the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth with her fingers.

Lin Qing gently wiped her mouth. Sun Yao's

body went limp, and she gestured towards Su Ying with her lips. "Carry me back, and then you can play slowly. I'm tired." Lin Qing carried Sun Yao's limp body back to her own bed, then turned to Su Ying's bedside, reaching out to touch her slightly protruding breasts.

Su Ying suppressed her breathing and pretended to be asleep, showing no reaction. Lin Qing gently stroked her soft nipples with his fingers. Soon, Su Ying's small nipples stood erect through her bra. Lin Qing lowered his head and licked her delicate nipples through her bra.

Su Ying's slender body trembled slightly. She rolled over and lay flat on the bed, her exquisite breasts almost spilling out from her ample bosom. Between her parted legs, Lin Qing saw her white panties tightly wrapped around her round mons pubis, with long, curly pubic hair peeking out from the edge of the panties.

Su Ying's slender body, small breasts, thin waist and legs, and taut buttocks were full of bone, but her plump, soft mons pubis was full of flesh. Lin Qing gently touched her tender, smooth labia through her panties, rubbing them in circles with his fingers, feeling the moist heat. His fingers were about to slip inside the panties.

Su Ying could no longer feign composure. She pretended to wake up with a start, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "What...what are you doing?"

Lin Qing looked into her hazy eyes and hugged her thin shoulders. "Baby, I've missed you so much."

"Don't do this! What will my boyfriend do if he finds out? Please, let me go!"

Su Ying desperately pushed Lin Qing away. Lin Qing held her slender waist tightly, kissing her face. Su Ying's bare feet kicked wildly by the bed, too embarrassed to shout, she could only struggle desperately.

"Don't worry, he won't find out."

Lin Qing's left hand was around her waist, his right hand grabbing the strap of her underwear and pulling it down.

"Oh, let me go! I can't betray my boyfriend!"

Su Ying was so anxious she was about to cry. She gripped Lin Qing's hand tightly and pulled upwards. After a struggle, Lin Qing finally pulled down her underwear, revealing long, thin pubic hair.

Su Ying's soft breasts pressed tightly against Lin Qing's body, making him feel incredibly sexy. His hand slipped down from their pressed lower abdomens, touching the girl's warm, moist labia. Su Ying's supple legs clamped tightly together, her smooth thighs gripping Lin Qing's hand.

"No, let go."

Two tears slid down Su Ying's cheeks, her panties haphazardly rolled up under her buttocks, her delicate little feet tense, standing on tiptoe.

Chapter 149: Picking the Delicate Flower.

Seeing the tears in Su Ying's narrow eyes, Lin Qing was about to press down on her delicate body when Sun Yao on the opposite bed inadvertently turned over, muttering indistinctly.

Su Ying's struggle immediately intensified. She pulled up her panties, pushed Lin Qing away, stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and bent down to look for clothes. Her round little buttocks were sticking out in front of Lin Qing.

Lin Qing gazed at Su Ying's straight, slender legs and firm, pink buttocks. Beneath her upturned buttocks, her soft labia, visible through thin panties, revealed a small wet patch in the center, almost revealing the shape of her moist, soft cleft. He couldn't resist touching her behind her.

Su Ying turned her head, her narrow eyes pleadingly fixed on him. Lin Qing grabbed Yang Liu's arm and pulled her in front of him.

"No, no, please, please,"

Su Ying struggled anxiously, afraid of waking Sun Yao, and pleaded softly.

Lin Qing ignored her pleas, bent down, reached under her legs, lifted her, and laid her down on the bed, pulling down her panties.

Su Ying's slender pubic hair wasn't thick, forming only a small rectangular area above her labia. The edges of her labia were clean and smooth to the touch.

Lin Qing had only touched her a few times when Su Ying's breathing became rapid. She grabbed Lin Qing's hand and whispered, "Please, no, don't let Sun Yao see."

Lin Qing touched her slightly protruding breasts through her thin underwear, pulling her bra down to her slender collarbone. Her trembling breasts stood erect before him, not large, but still beautifully shaped, white and round, proudly upright without sagging. In the center of her pale areolas, pink nipples stood erect.

He leaned down and pressed against Su Ying's soft, boneless body, opening his mouth to suckle her small nipple, his hand caressing her soft labia, his penis brushing against her smooth inner thigh.

Su Ying, her breath hot, let Lin Qing press down on her. "Ah, ah, um, um,"

she groaned, suppressing her desire. Her honeyed cave was already soaking wet. She felt both anticipation and shyness, her long, slender legs slightly parted. "Hurry up, please, Su Ying will wake up soon,"

she murmured, her voice tinged with a sob.

Sun Yao was asleep opposite her. Making love in front of others was something Su Ying, outwardly open but inwardly shy, found hard to accept. She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, her body languid, limbs outstretched, her breasts rising and falling, her small breasts trembling with her breath.

Lin Qing gently patted her face twice. She suddenly opened her eyes, gazing at Lin Qing with deep affection, and hugged him, sobbing softly. "Lin Qing, sob, Lin Qing, oh..."

The girl's emotional shift left Lin Qing somewhat bewildered. Su Ying pressed her breasts against him, her eyes blurry with tears. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"I know,"

Lin Qing said, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"No, you don't know."

The girl's soft, sweet voice turned sharp. "You completely disregard my feelings."

She buried her head in Lin Qing's chest, cool tears sliding down her skin.

Lin Qing lifted her pointed chin. "I'm sorry."

He kissed her trembling red lips.

Su Ying's thin, soft lips were wet with tears, cool and slightly salty. Lin Qing licked away the tears at the corners of her mouth with his tongue, gently stirring her emotions.

Su Ying's cold resignation gradually transformed into passionate acceptance. Her tongue shyly darted out, making a fleeting, graceful touch to Lin Qing's lips before quickly slipping away, only to return a few seconds later.

After several repetitions, Lin Qing caught her rhythm. When his tongue returned to her lips, he opened his mouth and accurately captured her smooth, fragrant tongue, their tongues entwining and refusing to let go.

Su Ying let out a long, resigned sigh as her smooth, fragrant tongue slid into Lin Qing's mouth. Lin Qing caressed her soft breasts, his fingertips flicking at her erect nipples. Su Ying pulled away from his mouth, letting out a soft moan: "Mmm, mmm..."

Lin Qing lifted her legs and pressed them against her chest, her plump mons pubis bulging high. He lowered his head, resting his tongue against her elastic thighs.

Su Ying's soft, fine pubic hair formed a small tuft of black on her plump mons pubis, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. Beneath the fine pubic hair, her delicate labia minora were an alluring bright red.

Lin Qing used his fingertips to spread her labia minora, revealing her pointed clitoris and moist opening. He inserted his fingers into her opening, gently rotating them to ignite Su Ying's desire.

Su Ying gripped his shoulders tightly with her small hands, letting out a series of low moans, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm," her rosy face tilted back, her breathing rapid.

Lin Qing spread her supple thighs, bringing his mouth close to her rosy labia minora and blowing hot air into them. Her tender, pink clitoris swelled, trembling slightly, soft yet firm. A fragrance like orchids wafted from between her labia, mingled with a few glistening drops of love juice, exuding a powerful allure.

He gently kissed her labia minora, his tongue licking her delicate clitoris. Su Ying's body trembled violently, as if electrocuted. Her firm, upturned buttocks swayed from side to side, trying to avoid his tongue, her soft, alluring moans a further stimulating tease for Lin Qing. He sucked hard on her erect clitoris, drawing it and her labia into his mouth, his tongue gently teasing the tip. The tingling sensation caused Su Ying to arch her back and curl up on the bed, her sticky white fluids gushing from her vulva.

Lin Qing inserted his left finger into her wet, slick cleft, while his right hand climbed onto Su Ying's hot, soft breasts, his palm rubbing her erect nipples.

Su Ying squinted at him, panting softly, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."

Lin Qing withdrew his wet fingers from her honeyed entrance, placed his hands on Su Ying's shoulders, and positioned his penis against the overflowing entrance of her honeyed opening. His glans rubbed against her slippery labia, refusing to penetrate. Gently grinding against the hot, soft flesh, the slippery love juices grew increasingly viscous.

Su Ying pursed her lips, humming sweet, seductive notes through her delicate nose, "Mmm, mmm, mmm..."

Lin Qing's glans slowly probed in, but only briefly, withdrawing less than a centimeter each time, watching as his thick penis stretched the tight entrance of Su Ying's honeyed opening into a round hole.

Su Ying gasped in pain, veins bulging on the back of her fair hands, her slender fingers gripping Lin Qing's forearm tightly. Her honeyed opening contracted strongly, constricting the glans. The hot, soft flesh writhed against the shaft, her low moans gradually rising in intensity. Her right hand eagerly reached down to her crotch, grasping the penis outside the opening. Her left arm wrapped around Lin Qing's back, pressing down on his buttocks

. Her lips parted slightly, and she cried out in unbearable tenderness, "Come on, come on, don't, don't torture me anymore." Seeing her anxious expression, Lin Qing shifted his pelvis and thrust forward. With a 'plop,' the head of his penis slid into her flesh.

Su Ying immediately cried out, "Ah—," her jade

arms tightly embracing Lin Qing's waist.

Lin Qing's penis was tightly enveloped by the hot, moist flesh of her vagina, and the gentle thrusting brought waves of warm, tight, and slippery pleasure. He moved his buttocks, his penis pounding wildly within the tight embrace of her vaginal flesh.

Su Ying's fingernails dug deeply into the muscles of Lin Qing's back. Her slender, fair body moved back and forth repeatedly with Lin Qing's thrusting, her beautifully shaped breasts swaying with each movement, making Lin Qing utterly intoxicated.

She bit her lower lip tightly, letting out low moans of unbearable pleasure: "Mmm, mmm, so good, oh, mmm, mmm..."

A series of lewd whispers echoed in Lin Qing's ear.

Lin Qing felt the soft, wet sensation inside her honeyed cave; the girl's honeyed cave tightly enveloped his penis from front to back. He doubled the speed of his thrusts, his hands gripping her breasts harder.

Su Ying's hands fell from his waist onto the bed, trembling uncontrollably as she clutched the sheets. Her calf muscles were taut, kicking straight out from under his armpits. Her honeyed cave convulsed rhythmically, writhing around his penis, hot, slippery love juice gushing from her womb onto his glans—a tingling, burning sensation that was indescribably pleasurable.

Then, Su Ying bent her slender thighs, her heels pressed firmly against the sheets, her toes pointed upwards, and her round little buttocks clenched tightly. She moved her hands from Lin Qing's back to my waist, pushing upwards slightly, afraid that Lin Qing would thrust too hard. "Ah, um, oh..."

she bit her lip and swayed her hair. With Lin Qing's thrusting, she let out an uncontrollable moan from her throat. Her body became hot, her areolas became even pinker, and her small nipples became erect.

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