Innocence

In the small bedroom, Gu Tuantuan was currently being squeezed by Jiang Ye. His body wrapped around her like a boa constrictor: his arms were wound tight around her waist while his powerful thighs clamped around her smooth legs. A large, fleshy mushroom poked its head through the gap between her thighs. It was dark and gorged with blood. The contrast was stark against the girl’s milky-white skin.

Her body fit snugly inside his embrace. Their body temperatures rose steadily until they were both slick with sweat.

Even the air began to feel hot and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Gu Tuantuan felt her heart pounding—like galloping horses—faster and faster inside her chest. She gasped for breath, “With my legs?”

The desk lamp cast an orangey glow on her flushed cheeks. Her eyes looked at him full of doubt and apprehension.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

Jiang Ye showed her. With his powerful thighs still clamped around her legs, he contracted his tight gluteal muscles and bucked his hips upward. Between the mixture of sweat and the boy’s clear precum fluid, the thick stem slipped easily through the narrow gap of her legs.

Then as he withdrew, the underside of the mushroomed glans scraped against the soft, inner flesh. Fuck, it felt so good. He wanted to savor every moment of this feeling. Taking a deep breath, he inundated his olfactory receptors with her sweet scent.

“You don’t have to do a thing. Let me do all the work.”

The boy’s hot breath blew across the back of Gu Tuantuan’s ears. Her neck warmed; she was being scalded from both ends. His pillar of meat burned between her legs. It radiated a musky, intoxicating scent. She had always been the bold one, but the masculine, erotic pheromones coming from the boy kept her frozen in place. She didn't dare to move from her position

“Mm,” was the only incoherent response she could give.

“Good girl.” Jiang Ye bent down to bury his face in the crook of the girl’s neck. Restraining her body until she could barely budge, he began to pump his thick penis between her legs. His movements were slow but powerful.

With each upward thrust, Gu Tuantuan could feel his pelvic bone digging into her butt. Half of his giant mushroom would punch out the other side. Then it would slowly pull out from below and scratch at her tender inner thighs.

She was consumed with shame every time she saw the broad tip of his penis poking through her legs. The sight of it was too…

It was too much. Her legs, his penis—everything—was covered in a slick, sticky layer of mucus. With every stroke of his penis, a wet squelching sound would echo through the room.

Gu Tuantuan’s cheeks burned bright red. Her body felt limp and soft like room temperature butter. She tried to hold herself up against the ledge of the desk so that her entire body would not sag into Jiang Ye’s arms…

She was a small rowboat on the stormy ocean, thrown about by the tumultuous waves. Her body rose and fell with each surge of his hips—she could barely hold on for the ride.

Without the restriction of a bra, Gu Tuantuan’s tits swayed from side to side. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the nightdress. The material was soft, but at this moment, it felt like coarse burlap. It rubbed back and forth, over and over… Her body reacted—it was only natural.

The soft, cotton nightdress draped loosely over her breasts. There was no other support, so the two points protruded prominently.

Naturally, Jiang Ye noticed. His eyes went dark with lust. With his free hand, he pinched one of the points through the nightdress.

“What’s this?” he asked while tugging gently. His voice lingered on the last word; his tone was teasing.

Her nipples were hard as pebbles and very sensitive. The itchy sensation from rubbing against her nightdress turned in the tingling gratification. But the fact that he was pinching her there mortified her.

“Nnngh!” Gu Tuantuan squeaked. She quickly bit her lip to stifle the sound, but it was already too late. Jerking her body to the right, she tried to forcibly yank her nipple from Jiang Ye’s grasp.

A sharp, almost painful sensation prickled through her breast.

Eyes red, she griped, “Jiang Ye, you idiot! You big, fat, stupid idiot!” Her voice was full of bitter rancor. She felt peeved at the tender, achy sensations still lingering on the tip of her nipple.

“Did I hurt you?” His question made her feel even more ashamed. The tears in her eyes threatened to leak out.

Jiang Ye slowed down the pumping of his hips. His lips kissed up her neck to her ear, and he whispered, “I’m sorry, let me massage it for you.”

“No, don’t… Nnngh…”

Just as those two words left her mouth, she felt a pair of hot lips latch onto her earlobe. Pointed teeth gently nibbled at her. It was a little painful, but then his hot tongue swooped in to soothe the pain.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she couldn’t help a moan from escaping her lips.

“Don’t worry, it’ll feel better after a massage.” Jiang Ye loosened his grip on the girl’s nipple. His hand snuck up under the girl’s nightdress. Finally, he was touching her breasts without any barriers.

His long fingers engulfed the springy ball of flesh and squeezed.

“It’s so soft,” he groaned, unable to contain himself.