The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 41

Chen Xin woke up feeling full of energy. Sleeping without pills had made her rest highly effective. Without even eating breakfast, she pinned Luo Jing against the wardrobe door and began to have her way with her.

Luo Jing refused to go to the bed. That was fine; standing would do. Somewhat impatiently, Chen Xin pushed Luo Jing against the wardrobe door, creating a loud bang. She buried her face in Luo Jing’s chest, indulging herself in the moment. The sight was so amusing that even Luo Jing wanted to laugh. She wondered why Chen Xin had suddenly turned into such a lustful creature.

Luo Jing’s bra had already been removed. Chen Xin tossed the pink lace piece, which she had personally bought, aside. Her tongue pressed against the soft n*pple, licking rapidly until it hardened under her touch. Luo Jing let out a soft hum, wrapping her arms around Chen Xin’s head. Chen Xin opened her mouth slightly, allowing the full mound to slide in. The tofu-like texture made her teeth itch with desire.

Luo Jing thought about how Chen Xin always made her dizzy with excitement. Unsure if she could keep standing, she suggested, “Let’s go to the living room.” However, before she could finish, Chen Xin pulled her underwear down.

“I can’t wait,” Chen Xin said, unwilling to take the time to move to the living room. She tugged at the underwear hanging at Luo Jing’s knees. “Lift your leg.”

Luo Jing, balancing on Chen Xin’s shoulders, lifted each leg in turn, allowing Chen Xin to toss aside her last piece of clothing. Then, Chen Xin crouched down and tilted her head to slip between Luo Jing’s legs. Her tongue slid between the folds, sweeping through them.

“Mmm,” Luo Jing sighed. Her body was already accustomed to Chen Xin’s tongue. Although she had initially resisted slightly, the moment that slick tongue entered, she was tamed. Leaning back against the wardrobe door, she spread her legs, allowing the sounds of Chen Xin’s sucking to echo between her thighs.

“Ahh, mmm,” Luo Jing moaned softly, her voice tender. Chen Xin knew exactly where she was most sensitive. She glided her tongue over the dripping entrance, but it still felt like it was not enough.

Chen Xin lifted one of Luo Jing’s legs, draping it over her shoulder for better access. Luo Jing gasped, struggling to balance on one foot. Her pale heel rested lightly on Chen Xin’s shoulder blade, afraid to press too hard. She leaned more weight against the wardrobe door.

As Chen Xin had hoped, her tongue probed the wet, tight entrance, hooking and licking the hot inner walls. She felt them quiver with excitement. Knowing the entrance was sensitive, she swirled her tongue around the tender opening, and sure enough, the walls trembled rapidly.

“Ahh, there, ahh!” Luo Jing’s body shook, her scalp tingling with pleasure. The leg supporting her bent slightly, unsteady, as if she might collapse. Peaking, she relied on Chen Xin’s support to barely stay upright.

“Are you done?” Luo Jing asked, catching her breath. Chen Xin, still crouched, lingered, licking the soaked seam and savoring the tender folds before standing.

Luo Jing’s body carried the lascivious laziness of post-peak, and she panted languidly. “Miss Chen, can you put my leg down?”

Chen Xin was already standing, yet she still held Luo Jing’s leg up. Fresh from peak, Luo Jing felt wobbly, as if she might fall without both feet on the ground.

“There’s still time. Let’s do it again,” Chen Xin said. Her lips were red from her efforts, likely from skipping breakfast. She leaned in for a kiss, passing the taste of Luo Jing’s fluids into her mouth. One arm held Luo Jing’s full thigh, while her other hand caressed the still-wet area that had just peaked.

Luo Jing’s mouth was filled with her own taste, making her hum in dissatisfaction, though her protests were ignored. The area still tingling from 0rg*sm sent sharp pleasure through her with every touch. She pushed at Chen Xin, finally earning a chance to speak. “I can’t stand anymore.”

“I’ll hold you,” Chen Xin said, loving Luo Jing’s soft, yielding state. Hooking her leg, she pressed closer. Only Luo Jing’s flexible body could manage such a near-splits position. Her legs spread wider, and Chen Xin slid three fingers into the entrance, relishing Luo Jing’s futile resistance and the eager response of her inner walls.

“Mmm, ah!” Luo Jing could only let Chen Xin have her way, her face showing reluctant frustration. Yet her entrance was so wet that it squelched with every movement. Chen Xin’s fingers explored the inner walls slowly, her palm coated in warm slickness.

Her fingers moved more smoothly inside the entrance. Kissing Luo Jing’s forehead and cheeks, Chen Xin teased, “Listen, this mouth is eating so eagerly, drooling everywhere. My hand is all wet.”

Luo Jing’s face flushed at Chen Xin’s silly words. The more she shrank back, the more Chen Xin pressed forward. Her fingers shifted from hooking to thrusting. Each thrust made Luo Jing twist her hips uncontrollably. Chen Xin pinned her tightly, their combined weight nearly pushing against the wardrobe door. Half of Luo Jing’s broken moans were swallowed by Chen Xin’s kisses, which were sweet and irresistible.

“Ah, slow down, Miss Chen!” Luo Jing cried out in a haze, torn between resisting and opening her body to the pleasure. Without Chen Xin pinning her to the wardrobe, her weak legs would have collapsed.

Chen Xin heard Luo Jing’s voice rise from soft to sharp. Even without direct stimulation, it thrilled her, and her body burned with excitement. She had never thought that making her lover 0rg*sm could be so satisfying. Unable to slow down, her hand moved faster, determined to make Luo Jing cry out.

“Mmm, ahh! No, I can’t!” Luo Jing was like a fish out of water in Chen Xin’s hands, trembling and pleading. Her sweat-soaked body shook. Her supporting leg weakened, sinking her body and driving Chen Xin’s fingers deeper into her core. “Mmm, ahh!”

Luo Jing clung to Chen Xin, hanging onto her. Shaking to her limit, her lower abdomen surged with uncontrollable heat, pooling in her overstimulated entrance. She 0rg*smed in Chen Xin’s arms, squ!rting fluid onto the floor in spurts.

“Hah, mmm!” Her hypersensitive entrance reacted to every passing stream. Each gush caused her body to convulse. Chen Xin pressed against her, feeling Luo Jing’s chaotic loss of control. Her fingers lingered inside, greedy for the lingering warmth.

Suddenly, a crack echoed behind them. The wardrobe door made strange noises. Lost in a haze, Luo Jing could not react. Chen Xin quickly became alert and wrapped her arms around Luo Jing’s waist and head. With a crashing sound, the door, unable to bear their weight, broke free from its metal hinges and collapsed into the wardrobe.

The two fell onto the wooden panel. Fortunately, Chen Xin had protected Luo Jing, who was not hurt. However, her small face showed a panic that seemed almost comical. Chen Xin could not laugh; her head had hit a bunch of hangers. It was not painful, but it left her hair a tangled mess.

“This lousy door,” Chen Xin muttered, her wavy hair caught in the hangers. Her face darkened as she vented.

Luo Jing, lying beneath her, looked dazed but slowly realized what had happened. Blinking, she noticed she had never seen the inside of the wardrobe from this angle. “I don’t think it’s the door’s fault,” she said blankly.