The Wife Insists On Being My Top - Chapter 31

The continuous, deep stimulation made her emit low, weeping moans.

Lu Xiuchun’s movements gradually quickened, reaching a peak, then slowed down. They breathed, kissed, and then the thrusting and kneading sped up again.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, more and more high-pitched, intermittent, as if she was constantly being pushed to the edge of suffocation.

After several times, her knees began to tremble. Her right leg was lifted and held between Lu Xiuchun’s arms, making it extremely easy to penetrate her.

Feeling a little unsteady, her pale fingers gripped Lu Xiuchun tightly. The soft flesh of her private area contracted quickly and helplessly. The fluid gradually accumulated, dripping wetly down her parted vulva to the root of her thighs.

“Lu Xiuchun… Lu Xiuchun…” she called out urgently, feeling both panicked and afraid when she reached another climax.

She went again, her hips twitching, her knees shaking even more violently. Lu Xiuchun gently placed her on the bed, brushed the wet hair away from her cheek, and took a tissue from the bedside table with her other wet hand, wiping herself. “Wait a moment, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

She nodded, her weak legs closing together.

The water jug in the room was empty. Lu Xiuchun opened the door and went downstairs. As soon as the door closed, she sighed in relief, “So good…”

Her vagina was still tingling. Lu Xiuchun hadn’t cleaned her up, so she was still wet. The sensitive aftershocks wouldn’t subside, and she couldn’t help trembling. She pressed her knees together and rubbed herself, and the pleasure easily continued.

So comfortable…

Lu Xiuchun fucked her so comfortably…

She writhed, as if trying to wrap her body in the quilt.

It seemed like she was going to go again.

She parted her lips and moaned again.

The moans traveled through the wall to the next room, faint, but definitely not Lu Xiuchun’s.

Lu Xiuling listened to the crying sounds coming from the person with the President title, and fell into confusion.

Why was her useless, cowardly, good-for-nothing illegitimate sister on top!

Was this reasonable!

This… this didn’t look like…

She choked, coughing from her own saliva.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door. She opened the door and looked out. Her sister was coming down the stairs with a glass of water.

The transparent liquid in the glass emitted white water vapor.

“Um…” she leaned against the door, stammering.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Xiuchun stopped as if nothing was wrong.

“Um… where’s the bathroom?”

Lu Xiuchun pointed in a direction and said, “It’s late, aren’t you asleep yet?”

“No, no… I just…” she couldn’t help but look at her hands.

Her fingers were white and long. Since childhood, Lu Xiuling had seen these hands either weakly holding chopsticks or timidly clutching her clothes. Her eyes were always downcast, and even if she had chilblains, she wouldn’t say a word. But… but how could these hands…

She couldn’t imagine these hands inserting into another woman’s private place.

She felt her worldview shattered, her jealousy and resentment all messed up.

“Sorry, we might have disturbed you,” Lu Xiuchun said, seeing her dazed, and made a troubled expression. “I don’t know why, she really wanted it tonight, so…”

Lu Xiuling shuddered. “No, no! You guys do it! Do it as much as you want!”

Then she hid back in her room and closed the door.

Watching the closed door, the smile on Lu Xiuchun’s face faded. She took the hot water back to the room.

But she found that her wife seemed to have secretly climaxed again.

Because her breathing was too sensual and drawn out, her expression too blissful.

She walked over and parted her legs. Sure enough, she was even wetter.

Lu Xiuchun took a sip of hot water and fed it to her, then looked up and said, “It’s okay, don’t rush, I’ll satisfy you.”

A drop or two of water dripped from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away with her finger, biting her lip, still refusing to admit it. “I didn’t…”

“It’s okay…” Lu Xiuchun put down the water glass and put her fingers back inside.

She didn’t insert them right away, but used skillful force to rub the sensitive areas outside, like rubbing a fungus in damp air, making a sizzling sound, but it wouldn’t break, and instead became more and more red.

“Uh-huh… I said I didn’t…”

“If you didn’t, you can tell me to stop.”

She didn’t speak, too shy. She buried her face in the quilt, but her legs were wide open, letting Lu Xiuchun’s fingers play with her.

Lu Xiuchun glanced at the direction of the next room, then inserted her fingers, twisting and pushing up. “You can moan louder.”

“I don’t want to…” she mumbled.

Suddenly, the insertion deepened, making a gurgling sound, reaching an extremely sensitive and sore spot. She screamed, her whole body shaking, almost climbing out of bed.

She looked down at the pitiful mess, then glared at Lu Xiuchun. Lu Xiuchun said, “Luran, I like to hear your moans.”

She stared at her deeply, her fingers making louder and louder gurgling sounds.

The movements were more intense than ever.

“Don’t… ah, ah-huh… you’re cheating… you, ah, there…”

“So what if I’m cheating? Didn’t you want me to do this?”

“Lu Xiuchun…”

“I’m just cheating, I’m willing to be on top, what complaints do you have?”

The intimate moans continued for a long time, mixed with the sound of arguing. Lu Xiuling in the next room stared at the ceiling in disbelief, unable to sleep all night.