The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 48

Chen Xin savored Luo Jing’s soft and fragrant warmth. Her tongue swirled and teased with delight, leaving Luo Jing’s lips wet. Eventually, Chen Xin lifted Luo Jing off the low living room table. Luo Jing’s legs, which had been spread for so long, ached in her thighs. Chen Xin held her close and rubbed her thighs, but her hands wandered mischievously.

“Mmm… I need a break…” Luo Jing trembled under the touch. Her private area felt sticky, and every caress made her body quiver.

“But we are out of time, baby. Let’s go again,” Chen Xin said, giving her no chance to rest. They moved to the sofa for another round. This time, Chen Xin lay comfortably while Luo Jing positioned herself on top, and they pleased each other with their mouths.

Luo Jing felt unfairly treated. Chen Xin had said they would stop after they each 0rg*smed once, but Luo Jing protested. She still felt sensitive from her recent peak, which made it seem unfair. Chen Xin, holding her, said, “Baby, this is not about fairness.”

After her domineering words, Chen Xin got to work. She was enthusiastic and loved the soft texture of Luo Jing’s private area. Chen Xin could lick for an hour without tiring, nearly overwhelming Luo Jing.

Still pulsing from her peak, that sensitive spot was relentlessly targeted by Chen Xin’s tongue. It swept over Luo Jing’s swollen and reddened cl!t, parting the small folds to tease her core.

Luo Jing could not resist. She held out for about five minutes before surrendering completely, peaking every few minutes. Her mouth was busy pleading and had no time to tend to Chen Xin. After nearly half an hour of being taken advantage of, her warm and teary mouth finally brought Chen Xin to 0rg*sm once.

Although Chen Xin 0rg*smed only once, Luo Jing’s tearful and soft appearance greatly pleased her. Chen Xin scooped Luo Jing up and headed to the dining room, ignoring her protests. They sat on chairs to continue. Luo Jing felt limp and pleaded that she could not go on, prompting Chen Xin to relent. Chen Xin decided to let her rest but only held her close for kisses.

Sitting on the chair, Chen Xin placed Luo Jing on her lap, unbothered by the sticky warmth against her thigh. This position made Luo Jing slightly taller. With her arms around Chen Xin’s neck, she leaned down to offer kisses. Her small tongue peeked out, only to be drawn into Chen Xin’s mouth for playful exploration.

“Mmm, hah…” As they kissed, both bare, their skin’s warmth held a special allure. Chen Xin’s fingers gently kneaded Luo Jing’s mounds, teasing a red n*pple until it stood erect.

Luo Jing’s body slowly calmed, but Chen Xin’s touch left a lingering spark, keeping her ar0usal simmering. While kissing, she did not notice herself subtly swaying her hips, rubbing her sticky private area against Chen Xin’s smooth thigh.

“You little minx,” Chen Xin said, catching the small movement. She grinned, bit Luo Jing’s lower lip, and bounced her thigh to heighten the sensation. Her hands pressed on Luo Jing’s waist, spreading her folds to rub the soft and warm area against her skin.

In moments, Chen Xin felt Luo Jing’s entrance contracting and dripping wetly. The warm fluid coated her thigh. Chen Xin bounced her leg longer, wanting to see Luo Jing’s full mounds bounce. Their tender jiggle was almost too much to handle.

Their traces spread across the apartment. Chen Xin had Luo Jing in every shameful position. They were on the dining table, pressed against the TV stand, on the recliner in the study, squ!rting on the kitchen sink, in front of the dressing room mirror, and on the living room carpet. They were unrestrained until Luo Jing, in the bathroom, knelt to please Chen Xin twice, finally calming her down. Otherwise, Xu Fangting’s arrival at ten might have caused a heart attack.

Thankfully, fate helped. Xu Fangting arrived half an hour late, giving Chen Xin and Luo Jing enough time to clean up any suspicious traces, despite their aching legs and waists. It was truly excessive.

Luo Jing wanted to help clean, but her sore waist and legs limited her. She could only shoot Chen Xin a resentful glare. If they did not finish cleaning, how could she face her mother moving in?

Chen Xin rubbed her nose and clumsily tidied up under Luo Jing’s guidance. She wiped the floor on her knees, yes, wiping up fluids, and cleaned the dressing room mirror. Luo Jing’s fierce little glare was intense. She had clearly enjoyed herself earlier, yet now she had Chen Xin scrubbing the floor. This girl was getting bolder by the day.

Grumbling inwardly, Chen Xin enjoyed this change. Luo Jing’s boldness was far cuter than her initial caution. At worst, she would settle the score in bed later.

Just as they finished, the doorbell rang while Chen Xin was rinsing a rag. Luo Jing, supporting her aching waist, opened the door. Xu Fangting stood outside with bags and new suitcases, accompanied by a few people carrying her things.

Luo Jing’s presence was no surprise to Xu Fangting. She coughed lightly and adopted the air of the lady of the house. “Where is Chen Xin?”

“Uh… she is inside. Please come in,” Luo Jing said while stepping aside. Xu Fangting directed the helpers to leave the bags and go. Then, she headed to the kitchen to see what Chen Xin was doing, annoyed that she did not come to greet her.

Chen Xin, having just washed the rag, smiled. “Mom, you are here.”

“Hmm,” Xu Fangting frowned. “What is this? Why is the counter so wet?”

Luo Jing, trailing behind, looked mortified, but Chen Xin remained calm. “I accidentally spilled something earlier.” She wiped the suspicious wet spot with the wrung-out rag.

Xu Fangting noticed nothing amiss but felt displeased. “Why are you cleaning?”

“Because Mom was coming, I wanted it tidy,” Chen Xin said smoothly, pretending not to catch her mother’s tone.

Xu Fangting did not press further. However, seeing her daughter, who never lifted a finger at home, wiping tables made her eyes sting. She felt that Luo Jing was not attentive enough and asked, “Have you eaten dinner?”

“Not yet,” Luo Jing replied from behind, her stomach growling. If not for Chen Xin’s antics, she would have cooked by seven or eight. It was now past ten, and she still had not eaten!

“Not yet? How are you taking care of things?” Xu Fangting’s frown deepened, growing more dissatisfied.

Luo Jing froze, unsure how to respond. Chen Xin quickly stepped in. “Mom, have you eaten? You have been shopping and moving all day. We waited to eat with you.”

“I will get dinner started,” Luo Jing said, seizing the cue and diving into the fridge to gather ingredients.

Chen Xin led Xu Fangting out of the kitchen to keep her from watching Luo Jing cook. “Mom, I will help with your luggage. Which room do you want?”

Xu Fangting gave her a look. “If I say the master bedroom, can you get her to move out?”

“Well…” Chen Xin said awkwardly. “I am afraid that will not work, Mom. The wardrobe in the master bedroom is broken.”