The Wife Insists On Being My Top - Chapter 42

“You’re too bullying…” Lu Xiuchun repeated these six words when she was being rubbed to a climax.

She had said these six words in the original story, but at that time, she was talking to Jiang Jinqiu. She remembered that it was once after something happened, and the female lead cried and complained to the second female lead:

“You’re too bullying… what do you take me for…”

What do you take me for…

The words were still ringing in her ears, but the situation was completely different.

Although Lu Xiuchun’s tone was still so pitiful, as if she had been betrayed by a bad woman, Wang Luran thought that if her fingers weren’t also playing with her vulva, and if she hadn’t sped up or used more force, it might have been more convincing.

Thinking of this, her body was trembling slightly from the climax, and a small stream of liquid flowed out, all wet on her underwear, cool and damp, making her deeply aware of her promiscuity, and the deep guilt brought about by indulging in lust.

She pushed Lu Xiuchun, wanting to get off the desk. After all, it was still working hours, but the female lead didn’t give up. She grabbed her thigh, not allowing her to close her legs, and her fingers poked the wet top again.

The sudden burst of pleasure made her numb all over, and she couldn’t help but cry out, “Ah~ I’m bullying you, I’m bullying you, please stop…”

Her fingers began to move again, not fast, but more forceful than before, skillfully kneading the layers of fabric and the soft, wet patch underneath. What beautiful and hateful fingers.

“Luran, every time I’m bullied by you, it makes me want to fuck you until you cry.” Lu Xiuchun raised her head from her neck, her eyes burning as she stared at her.

That look again.

Her heart couldn’t help but heat up, and she frowned in a daze, looking at Lu Xiuchun, feeling a mesmerizing danger. Her inner thighs contracted inappropriately, and Lu Xiuchun smiled, pressing her lower back with her other hand, not allowing her to dodge, and said softly, “Today, I want this place to drip with water.”

“Hmm… no… Lu Xiuchun, no…”

She said no, she shook her head, but her legs spread wider, her hands propped on both sides, her stocking-covered toes rubbing against Lu Xiuchun’s soft women’s suit pants. The legs under the suit pants were tense.

In fact, rather than refusing, she, who was now overwhelmed with lust, wanted the female lead to tear open her stockings and her underwear and fuck her hard, then thrust wildly, fuck her until she cried, fuck her until she couldn’t close her legs.

She also wanted to kiss her, touch her, bite her breasts, want to insert her fingers into her, want her to be fucked and cry pitifully like she did last time.

But she couldn’t do any of these things, she couldn’t. All she could do was be played with by her, and then moan in a daze.

The next second, she was satisfied as Lu Xiuchun blocked her lips.

A long, long kiss, it didn’t stop even when she was kissed until saliva flowed out.

The numb and sore pleasure came from below continuously, her hips spasmed slightly, and her sobbing breaths leaked out uncontrollably.

She thought, next time, should she just not wear underwear, so that if Lu Xiuchun wanted her, she could just come in directly.

No! What was she thinking? How could she be so lewd!

Or wear open-crotch lingerie…

Ahhh, no!

The image of herself wearing lingerie and Lu Xiuchun’s reaction when she found out appeared in her mind. Would she be surprised or shy? Would she think she was promiscuous? Or would she want to possess her more fervently?

What would Lu Xiuchun look like in lingerie?

Has Lu Xiuchun ever made Jiang Jinqiu wear lingerie?

Thinking of this, a strange jealousy made her climax again.

Because it was the second time, the pleasure was more intense than the first time. Her sore thigh bones couldn’t resist the stimulation and contracted, tightly clamping Lu Xiuchun’s body. Lu Xiuchun’s lips parted slightly, and a few strands of saliva stretched between their lips, and hot breaths sprayed out of their mouths continuously.

“It’s a little wet…” she said, her fingers rubbing the fabric on her inner thighs, the wet marks overflowing from the inside, even the stockings were soaked, “but it’s not enough…”

“Enough…” she grabbed Lu Xiuchun’s clothes helplessly, and then she felt the sore pleasure in her inner thighs continue again, “Uh, ha…”

The trembling moans were charming, perhaps this was also evidence that she was enjoying it.

I don’t remember… just pretend it didn’t happen…

She closed her eyes tightly, her knees rubbing against Lu Xiuchun’s body. “Lu Xiuchun…”

“Luran, call me Xiuchun…”

“Ugh… Xiuchun… Xiuchun…”

Lu Xiuchun’s fingers began to speed up again.

Her vulva was rubbed open, and the wet underwear sank between the two labia, the slender marks of her vulva became very clear, the stockings also became more transparent, and the erect clitoris, even though it was blocked by a layer of fabric, was still accurately pinched and played with.

The pleasure instantly climbed up her tailbone, her back arched and stretched unbearably, the increasingly intense pleasure made her feel as if her lower body was soaked in a pool of extremely viscous acid.

Her mind was corroded, and her moans turned into whimpering pleas, “Xiuchun… ah… I can’t take it anymore… you, uh… stop it…”

It seemed like she was about to climax again.

It was getting wetter and wetter below, and the layers of fabric and the wet, soft flesh were rubbed and made a sizzling sound.

“Ugh… I’m already soaked…”

“Really? But I feel like it’s still not enough.”

“You’re the one who’s bullying me…”