Chapter 50 of the Ten Scenes Satin

Even after their numerous tender moments, Zhao Wanyan still couldn't hide her shyness. Now, under Xiang Yang's caresses, her heart was intoxicated, and she unconsciously moaned.

Xiang Yang grasped the collar of her nightgown and gently pulled it aside, revealing a pair of smooth, porcelain-like breasts. Because she had just nursed the little white tiger, the right nipple was still slightly moist and shiny. Xiang Yang extended his index finger and lightly touched the alluring protrusion, softly saying, "Wanyan, your body is the most adorable."

Zhao Wanyan blushed and sighed softly.

Touching her breast with his finger seemed insufficient, so Xiang Yang had Zhao Wanyan sit on his lap, cupped her delicate breasts, lowered his head slightly, and kissed them. Zhao Wanyan trembled slightly, her voice trembling as she said, "Brother Xiang...don't...ah...mmm..."

Xiang Yang kissed her erect nipples, his heart suddenly skipping a beat. He said, "Wanyan, you smell so good here."

Zhao Wanyan blushed and whispered, "You...don't embarrass me." Xiang Yang said, "No, it really smells good..." He opened his mouth and licked her nipples with his tongue.

"Mmm..." Zhao Wanyan felt a little flustered, her eyelashes trembling. Suddenly, she felt a heat on her chest, a warm current rushing to her nipples.

Xiang Yang immediately felt a thick, warm wetness on his tongue. Looking down, he saw a stream of milk flowing out.

Xiang Yang was greatly surprised and whispered, "Wanyan, look." Zhao Wanyan looked down and her face immediately turned bright red. She said helplessly, "How could this be?"

Seeing her shy appearance, Xiang Yang felt a surge of desire. He played with her breasts with his fingers as if kneading dough, and licked the thick milk with his tongue.

"Oh... Brother Xiang... no... it's so... so embarrassing... ah..." Zhao Wanyan was aroused by this strange situation, her slender hands pressed against the back of Xiang Yang's neck, moaning softly. Xiang Yang tasted his lover's breast milk, finding it fragrant and sweet, but licking it was too little, so he simply put the nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it.

This immediately caused Zhao Wanyan to tremble all over, letting out soft moans, unable to control herself. Xiang Yang rubbed and pressed with his hands, and Zhao Wanyan's body was already sensitive. Under his teasing, her breasts immediately overflowed with fragrance, the milk from her left breast soaking Xiang Yang's palm, seeping out from between his fingers, slowly flowing down the curve of her breast, past her lower abdomen, and gradually into her waistband. Xiang Yang noticed this, pulled Zhao Wanyan's wrist with one hand, placed it on her waistband, and gestured for her to take off her skirt.

Zhao Wanyan was overcome with shame, but she was always extremely submissive to Xiang Yang. She immediately loosened her belt, swayed her hips and moved her legs, pulling her skirt down to halfway up her thighs. Too ashamed to move further, she whispered, "Brother Xiang...is that alright?"

Xiang Yang stopped suckling, looking down at Zhao Wanyan's private parts, his heart pounding. He saw the milk flowing down her thighs, mingling with her abundant love juices. Zhao Wanyan was too ashamed to speak, breathing rapidly.

Xiang Yang released her milk-drenched breasts, caressing her skin and kissing her lips.

Zhao Wanyan murmured "Mmm," returning the kiss with abandon, when suddenly she felt a warm, thick liquid enter her mouth. It turned out that Xiang Yang, on a whim, had taken a large mouthful of milk, letting Zhao Wanyan taste his own.

Zhao Wanyan was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood, her ears turning red with embarrassment. Xiang Yang deliberately kissed her for an extended period, even extending his tongue to swirl the thick milk. When they finished kissing, their lips and teeth were white and sticky, their faces flushed and hearts pounding.

Zhao Wanyan quickly wiped the milk stains from her lips, her face flushed with shyness, and softly scolded, "Brother Xiang, why are you like this!" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Are you angry?" Zhao Wanyan blushed and whispered, "You know I'm shy."

Xiang Yang suddenly grabbed Zhao Wanyan's hands and laughed, "You'll be even more shy in a moment, believe it or not?" Zhao Wanyan knew he was teasing her, her face turning even redder than a ripe apple, and she whispered, "Brother Xiang... Brother Xiang!"

Xiang Yang held her slender wrists against his clothes. Zhao Wanyan took a deep breath and slowly undressed Xiang Yang, her movements incredibly gentle. As she did so, she breathed softly, her face flushed, and milk began to drip from her breasts.

When she reached his trousers, Zhao Wanyan hesitated slightly, her face burning red. She timidly pulled them off, and Xiang Yang's lower body was already erect and imposing, making Zhao Wanyan dizzy. She quickly turned her head away.

After a passionate foreplay, Xiang Yang was already aroused. Seeing Zhao Wanyan's shy expression, he couldn't resist the surge of heat in his body. He pulled Zhao Wanyan into his arms and began to caress and kiss her passionately.

"Ah, ah... ha..." Zhao Wanyan let out a moan that even made herself blush, burying her face in Xiang Yang's broad chest, kissing his body, and pushing her soft breasts against him.

The two intertwined passionately, falling onto the brocade bed.

Xiang Yang savored Zhao Wanyan's smooth, tender skin. Her breast milk was now overflowing, even more so than the honeyed fluid between her legs, its alluring fragrance filling every inch of her body. Xiang Yang was extremely excited, and with a swift movement, he parted her beautiful long legs and thrust into her vibrant secret place.

"Mmm...ah..." Zhao Wanyan frowned, trying her best to suppress her cries. However, this was merely a small act of restraint; in the blink of an eye, her moans had become so enchanting that even Xiang Yang could

n't resist. From their first night together until now, the two had made love countless times. Facing Xiang Yang, whom she loved so deeply, Zhao Wanyan could no longer control herself. With Xiang Yang's advances, her expression grew increasingly tender, and her movements gradually became less restrained, a far cry from their first time sharing love. The only thing that remained unchanged was her shyness, though her body refused to cooperate, always reacting intensely.

Her snow-white body, under Xiang Yang's vigorous assault, appeared fresh and dewy. Zhao Wanyan gasped, her voice dazed, "Xiang...Xiang...Big...Brother...Ah, mmm...Hoo...So...So good...Ah..." Xiang Yang thrust forcefully, whispering in her ear, "What's so good?" Zhao Wanyan's ears burned, her face flushed with embarrassment as she cried out, "You...Ah...That...Um..." Although she was intoxicated by pleasure, she was still somewhat conscious, and how could she say it out loud with shame?

Xiang Yang knew that although Zhao Wanyan's figure was frail, she could still withstand this kind of intercourse, so he exerted all his strength and thrust hard, manipulating her delicate body until she trembled and cried out softly. The bed was a mess, wet everywhere, and the sounds of their lower bodies colliding were incessant, fast and loud.

"Ah, ah...Mmm, ha...Xiang, Xiang, Big Brother...Too...Ah..."

Just as Zhao Wanyan was feeling light and airy, suddenly Xiang Yang rolled over and lay on the bed, with Zhao Wanyan on top of him. Xiang Yang embraced her pink buttocks, teasing her tight cleft, and said, "Wan Yan, sit up."

A wave of shame washed over Zhao Wan Yan. While responding to his vigorous movements, she weakly climbed up from his chest, her waist seemingly unable to bear the weight, as if it were about to break. Zhao Wan Yan looked at Xiang Yang pitifully and slowly began to twist her waist.

Xiang Yang pinched her plump, delicate buttocks, watching her alluring figure sway and her breasts, his lower body feeling her clumsy yet earnest service. He was so excited his blood was boiling, and he whispered, "Wan Yan, you...you did even better than last time." Zhao Wan Yan let out a soft gasp, her face flushed with shyness, her eyes brimming with tears, and she gasped, "You...you're...ah, um...laughing at me...again...mmm..."

They had done this position before, the night before they encountered the White Tiger Stronghold, in a rocky area. Xiang Yang, afraid that Zhao Wan Yan would hurt herself on the rocks, had positioned himself below her, letting her take the lead. At that time, Zhao Wan Yan was still hesitant to use this particular position, and Xiang Yang, being a novice, had not fully enjoyed it. Several days later, Zhao Wan Yan had been able to let go of her inhibitions, and although her technique was mediocre, Xiang Yang was still highly aroused. Not to mention Zhao Wanyan's stunningly beautiful body, her shy and timid demeanor alone was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

Even more shockingly, as Zhao Wanyan swayed her hips, her two exquisite, translucent breasts bounced rapidly. Her upper body was already soaked with milk, and the sound of her breasts hitting her body was bright and smooth, while milk droplets flew everywhere, some even splashing onto Xiang Yang's face and chest. The more Zhao Wanyan looked at herself, the more embarrassed she became, and she cried out in a daze, "Brother Xiang... I... I... ah... umm... um... let me... let me be on the bottom..."

But Xiang Yang refused to turn over, grabbing Zhao Wanyan's waist and helping her move vigorously. Zhao Wanyan felt hot all over, waves of force penetrating her from below, the intense pleasure forcing her into a wanton state, her body no longer under her control.

"Ah, uh... um... ah... no... I can't... I can't take it anymore... ah..." Zhao Wanyan's right hand rested on Xiang Yang's chest, while her other hand squeezed her wet breasts. She had intended to cover the milk to prevent it from splashing, but the moment her hand touched him, the intense passion of their love overwhelmed everything. Her fingers, lost in the moment, kneaded her tender breasts, causing even more milk to flow, covering her entire hand.

At this moment, Zhao Wanyan was completely immersed in passion, unable to hold on any longer. She cried out, "Brother Xiang!" Her right hand slipped, and her entire body fell heavily onto Xiang Yang, her waist making a final, rhythmic thrust.

At the same time, all of Xiang Yang's strength surged forth, soaring upwards into his beloved's body.

With a "smack," Zhao Wanyan lay pressed against Xiang Yang, her starry eyes tightly closed, accepting this overwhelming power.

As if a heartfelt gift sent after a long separation, Xiang Yang erupted without end, the girl's private parts contracting in waves, his masculine essence filling her delicate secret place, even overflowing.

The storm subsided, the bed a mess, the two panting lovers embracing, the velvet quilt fallen to the floor, two mandarin duck pillows now on top.

Zhao Wanyan leaned her face against Xiang Yang, whispering, "Brother Xiang, you never used to pant like this."

Xiang Yang smiled slightly, kissed her lips, and said, "Look how amazing you are. Even when sparring with my junior brother, I wouldn't be this tired." Zhao Wanyan's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, "You just like teasing me!"

The two fell asleep in each other's arms until dawn. When Zhao Wanyan awoke, she was already dressed, and Xiang Yang was packing his things. Zhao Wanyan lifted the bed curtains and whispered, "Brother Xiang, are you leaving?" Xiang Yang nodded, finished packing, picked up his bundle, and said, "It's time to go."

Although Zhao Wanyan spoke casually, she couldn't help but feel reluctant to part with Xiang Yang, her eyes revealing tenderness. Xiang Yang walked to the bedside, cupped her face in his hands, and Zhao Wanyan wrapped her arms around his neck. They shared a deep kiss and gazed at each other. Zhao Wanyan said softly, "Brother Xiang, I'll wait for you to come back every day."

Xiang Yang patted her shoulder and said, "I'll come back to see you as soon as things are resolved."

As he turned around, he suddenly stepped on something and heard a "whoosh." Both of them were startled as a fluffy white thing jumped up from under Xiang Yang's feet. It turned out that their passionate encounter last night had caused the quilt to fall under the bed, covering the little white tiger sleeping beside it. Xiang Yang hadn't noticed and stepped on the quilt, also stepping on the little white tiger's tail. As soon as Wen Yuan entered the room, he noticed that the little white tiger was sound asleep, pressed firmly under the covers, which was quite strange.

The little white tiger jumped onto the bed, roared loudly at Xiang Yang, and arched its back. Zhao Wanyan smiled and patted the little white tiger's back, gently coaxing it, "Baby, don't be angry, don't be angry, Brother Xiang didn't mean to!" The little white tiger stared at Xiang Yang with wide eyes, then slowly flattened itself down. Xiang Yang squatted down and smiled, "Little guy, I'm sorry.

You're very energetic, that's great. When I'm not around, you have to protect Wanyan, okay?" The little white tiger ran to Zhao Wanyan, spread its limbs, dug its paws into the sheets, raised its head, and roared, as if showing off in all directions. Although small, it really looked like a king of the forest. The two of them couldn't help but smile.

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