After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 21: Semen Soaked Her Shorts

Chapter 21: Semen Soaked Her Shorts

He was hooked. He thrust upward desperately, crashing deeper into the tight space. The harder he pushed, the further he went. Even though the edge of her shorts dug painfully into his groin, leaving red marks, he didn’t let go of that first taste of pleasure.

“Mmm. I think I’m going to cum.”

Xu Yanqi grunted. His gaze shifted as he stared at her back. One hand pulled the gap in her shorts wider, while the other gripped her waist tightly. In that moment, his only thought was to ram upward, to grind wildly against her ass that made him feel so good.

In that instant, savoring the tight sensation between Chen Qiao’s ass and her shorts, Xu Yanqi’s entire c0ck trembled. His eyes darkened immensely, the lust in his pupils growing stronger.

After slamming his hips heavily a few more times, he couldn’t hold back. With a determined look, he tried to pull his c0ck out of her shorts’ gap right away.

But that determination was only in his mind.

When he tried to pull out the first time, it wouldn’t budge.

Yet the semen started to shoot. Xu Yanqi bit his lip, standing still, not daring to move. His gaze fixed on her back.

Then, he heard Chen Qiao climax from fingering her pvssy, letting out a whimper. “Mmm…”

As Xu Yanqi tightened his grip on Chen Qiao’s waist, a hot stream of semen shot onto her ass, coating half her shorts. The sticky thickness clung heavily to the back of her thigh.

“Ah… mmm… you came… ah…”

Her fingers nestled in the wet slit of her pvssy, rubbing back and forth between her lips and sensitive cl!toris, drawing out countless fluids. It sent Chen Qiao’s lower body into uncontrollable spasms.

In the end, feeling the thrilling tension of his semen soaking her shorts, she hurriedly shoved her fingers into her pvssy to fill it, easing the intense emptiness coursing through her.

After the climax faded from her body, Chen Qiao slowly pulled her clothes down. One hand tugged at the wet half of her shorts he’d soaked, while the other rubbed her aching legs from standing so long.

As for Xu Yanqi, he had already tidied himself up behind Chen Qiao. But his eyes lingered on her shorts, waves of emotion stirring in their depths.

“I’m heading to work.”

As Chen Qiao finished rubbing her legs and stood to go change in her bedroom, a foot blocked her from closing the door.

“Chen Qiao.”

He called her.

Chen Qiao waited for him to continue, but she noticed his gaze stayed on her, hesitant to speak.

“Mmm?”

Chen Qiao couldn’t help but ask back.

Xu Yanqi clenched his fingers behind his back. He spoke in a low voice. “The shorts—should I wash them for you?”

It turned out he wanted to take responsibility for washing her shorts since he was the one who dirtied them.

Chen Qiao considered it for a moment. “Okay.”

Then she opened her bedroom door wider. Right in front of him, she peeled off the shorts, now carrying a musky scent, and handed them to him calmly. She was left with just a small, sexy black lace panty on her lower body.

In that instant, as Xu Yanqi looked at her, his hand reached out to take the shorts. His eyes trembled.

For some reason, Xu Yanqi felt a sudden thread of intimacy weave between them.

Chen Qiao’s body felt soft, too drained to go to work, but she had to go anyway.

So after changing, she forced herself to muster some energy. She checked herself in the mirror, applied some bold lipstick, and pushed the door open to leave.

Unexpectedly, she ran into Xu Yanqi, who had just finished washing her shorts and was heading to the balcony to hang them.

Xu Yanqi saw her greet him to say she was off to work. He nodded in acknowledgment. Then he watched as Chen Qiao passed by him to head out.

As she opened the living room door, slipped on her high heels, and was about to step out, Xu Yanqi parted his lips and called to her.

“Chen Qiao.”

Chen Qiao turned around, puzzled.

Xu Yanqi asked, “What do you do for work?”

Chen Qiao paused, then raised her delicate brow. “Didn’t Wen Sui tell you? Overseas operations.”

“I don’t think so.”

Xu Yanqi stared straight at her, his dark eyes unusually deep.