My classmate seems to want to have s*x with me - Chapter 41

Ding Chen quickly succumbed to Qiu Yanzhen’s offensive, her shirt having been torn open before she even realized it. Her underwear was pushed up, revealing two snow-white breasts. Her nipples, in Qiu Yanzhen’s hands, were repeatedly squeezed and released, the red buds at the top blooming under the deliberate teasing.

Her legs unconsciously tightened, gently rubbing against Qiu Yanzhen’s legs trapped in between. Today, both she and Qiu Yanzhen were wearing skirts, the white and light blue hems overlapping. Below, her slightly damp, soft pussy was pressed against Qiu Yanzhen’s knees through her underwear.

Noticing Ding Chen’s movements, Qiu Yanzhen slightly thrust forward to match her, but this caused Ding Chen to freeze. Unable to help but secretly squirm, the shame of being discovered made Ding Chen want to close her legs again. She held onto the person tightly, trying hard to suppress the impulse of lust.

“Don’t leave marks on my neck…” At the same time, she felt the sensation of kissing on her neck. Ding Chen softly reminded Qiu Yanzhen not to leave marks where they could be seen, although in reality, she wouldn’t be angry even if she did.

Qiu Yanzhen let out a sound from her throat; she hadn’t originally planned to do anything up there. The delicate kisses and nibbles gradually moved downward, and when they reached below the collarbone, she immediately became less reserved, leaving small red marks all over Ding Chen’s skin.

Ding Chen quickly lost the energy to control her actions and could only let herself follow her desires. She clung to Qiu Yanzhen’s leg, gasping for breath, and pushed her chest forward.

This perfectly aligned with Qiu Yanzhen’s intentions. She lowered her head, took the already erect nipples into her mouth to suckle, while her other hand wrapped around Ding Chen’s waist.

“Um…”

Ding Chen rested her cheek on Qiu Yanzhen’s head, her eyes misty with tears. The scent of Qiu Yanzhen filled her breath. She lowered her head, biting the tip of Qiu Yanzhen’s ear that was peeking out from her long hair, gently rubbing it with her teeth.

Qiu Yanzhen’s actions today were more aggressive than usual, giving off a sense of urgent demand from her. This seemed to excite Ding Chen even more, and before long, the wetness had soaked through her underwear, staining Qiu Yanzhen’s fair and smooth knees.

One of Ding Chen’s nipples had already been sucked to a swollen red, and Qiu Yanzhen was still teasing the other side with her tongue. The room was brightly lit, and as she tilted her head back, her gaze swept across her chest, clearly seeing Qiu Yanzhen’s expression.

She looked focused with her eyes downcast, her palm cradling the lower edge of her breast, taking one bite after another as if she were truly devouring her own breast. Ding Chen was stimulated by this scene, feeling a pang in her lower body, and another rush of moisture flowed out. She could feel her soaked panties sticking to Qiu Yanzhen’s leg, her waist and hips moving gently and uncontrollably, seeking a bit of pleasure through the friction to alleviate the unbearable emptiness in her lower body.

Finally, Qiu Yanzhen released her lips and straightened up, seemingly still savoring the moment as she licked her lips. Ding Chen felt like she was about to overflow with lust; today’s heightened sensitivity made her feel a bit embarrassed. She blushed and turned her gaze to the side, only to unexpectedly catch a glimpse of herself in the makeup mirror. Looking at her own seductive expression and the two of them together, Ding Chen was momentarily stunned and couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“What’s wrong?” Noticing her unusual expression, Qiu Yanzhen stopped her hand that was about to touch her thigh and turned to follow Ding Chen’s gaze.

Ding Chen snapped back to reality and quickly reached out to turn Qiu Yanzhen’s face, trying to prevent her from noticing the mirror. But it was already too late; Qiu Yanzhen had seen the image in the mirror. The dazed expression she had just now shifted to Qiu Yanzhen’s face.

The atmosphere became somewhat delicate, and Ding Chen shyly turned her head away, while Qiu Yanzhen also felt a bit embarrassed.

“Do you want to change angles to block it?” Qiu Yanzhen asked thoughtfully.

Ding Chen felt a bit conflicted inside; she actually found it quite thrilling, but she was also afraid of being too reckless. After biting her lower lip and hesitating for a while, she finally answered softly, “It’s okay.”

Qiu Yanzhen hadn’t thought much about it at first, but seeing Ding Chen’s embarrassed expression, she couldn’t help but want to tease her a bit.

“Do you want to see?”

The blush quickly spread from Ding Chen’s face to her ears. She covered the lower half of her face with one hand, revealing only her uncertain eyes. “I don’t.”

“But you look so beautiful right now, you should take a look.” Qiu Yanzhen held Ding Chen’s chin and turned her face towards the mirror.

“I-I just saw it!” Ding Chen quickly closed her eyes, unwilling to face the lustful expression on her own face in the mirror.

Qiu Yanzhen actually felt quite embarrassed by the scene she saw in the mirror. She decided to seize the moment and kissed Ding Chen in the current position. Her hand, which had been resting on Ding Chen’s thigh, continued to explore inward until it touched that mysterious wet area.

It was already soaked, almost to the point of being able to squeeze out water. Qiu Yanzhen didn’t spend too much time dawdling outside. She pushed aside the underwear, and her fingers slid smoothly along Ding Chen’s hole without any obstruction.

The fingertips parted the engorged petals, pressing against the opening that opened and closed. Qiu Yanzhen slowly inserted her finger, and a large amount of juice lubricated the passage, making entry effortless. The heated interior enveloped Qiu Yanzhen’s slender finger, as if warmly welcoming her arrival.

The fingers buried in Ding Chen’s body quickly began to move, continuously entering and exiting the tight vagina, with liquid flowing endlessly from deep within, allowing Qiu Yanzhen to move freely.

The number of fingers inside the vagina quickly increased to two. Ding Chen held Qiu Yanzhen, burying her head in her ear, the sound of her heavy breathing and suppressed moans piercing through her eardrums, striking her soul. She didn’t know when her panties were taken off, leaving only the light blue skirt to cover the greedy fingers devouring pussy.

“Ah… over there…”

Qiu Yanzhen occasionally brushes against Ding Chen’s sensitive spots during her movements, causing Ding Chen’s vagina to continuously contract, emitting soft, kitten-like moans. However, she doesn’t linger there; after exploring every crease, she begins her concentrated assault on that area.

“Mm… slow down, too fast…” Ding Chen pressed closely against Qiu Yanzhen’s face, the pleasure building beneath them, almost driving her to madness.

Her two feet unknowingly stepped onto the sofa cushion, and her slippers had long been kicked off somewhere. The M-shaped posture made her vagina spread wider, making it easier for Qiu Yanzhen to move.

“Is this comfortable?” Qiu Yanzhen asked gently, but her actions were completely opposite, ravaging the softness inside Ding Chen.

Ding Chen was overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pleasure, unable to speak, only able to respond with soft whimpers. Qiu Yanzhen brushed her long hair aside and kissed her behind the ear.

Gentle kisses and fierce thrusts alternated, stimulating Ding Chen’s brain. Her toes clutched the fabric of the chair, pleasure consuming all her senses. With rhythmic thrusts, Ding Chen’s body tensed and reached its climax.

Qiu Yanzhen’s movements slowed down, but she continued thrusting inside. Ding Chen was immersed in the afterglow of climax, and her vagina still squeezed and released around the fingers inside her.

“Is it comfortable?”

“Comfortable…”

Qiu Yanzhen whispered softly in Ding Chen’s ear, her gentle voice making her dizzy. She answered every question obediently, being impossibly well-behaved.

“Do you like it?”

“Like…”

“What do you like?”

“Uh, I like you…”

Qiu Yanzhen slowly withdrew her finger, the liquid she brought out slightly dampening the sofa cushion, forming a small dark area.

“Is there more?”

“There’s none left.” Ding Chen panted, her voice as soft and delicate as a kitten’s.

Qiu Yanzhen originally wanted to hear some answers related to love affair, but upon hearing this, she asked with some disappointment, “Really, nothing at all?”

“Mm.” Ding Chen answered, holding Qiu Yanzhen’s neck, “I only like you.”