It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 8

Wanqi Lang gazed at her with hazy eyes, using all her strength to guide Xing Enxi’s hand past her heaving lower abdomen toward the edge of the soaked black lace triangle.

“Touch me… little Xi, reach inside.”

The heat and wetness transmitted clearly through the fabric to Xing Enxi’s fingertips. She followed the lace edge inward, and her fingertip became enveloped in a scorching, slick warmth.

Xing Enxi’s breathing had already grown ragged beyond measure, her chest rising and falling dramatically. She rubbed at the entrance twice before delving deeper.

“Ah ha…” Wanqi Lang arched her neck, her slender waist twisting against Xing Enxi’s body, her legs unconsciously wrapping around Xing Enxi’s sides. The garden entrance seemed alive, tightly sucking at the tip of the intruding finger joint.

“Mm…” Xing Enxi let out a muffled grunt too. The enveloping sensation at her fingertip sent all her bl00d surging there, and by instinct, she tentatively moved it at the slick, muddy entrance.

Her pad did not plunge right in but instead gently scraped along the sensitive folds at the tight narrow edge.

“Ah! Don’t… don’t rub there, little Xi, mm ah.” Wanqi Lang’s body tensed like a drawn bowstring, her slender waist thrusting upward as if to imprint herself deeply into Xing Enxi’s body.

This intense reaction made Xing Enxi’s heart tremble, a strange sense of accomplishment rising within her.

Her fingers no longer lingered in mere teasing scrapes.

Sensing the craving from the woman atop her, Xing Enxi’s fingertip applied slight pressure and slowly expanded, parting the tight, slick passage.

She could clearly feel the layered folds of the inner walls, like the softest velvet, tightly wrapping and sucking at her finger. Each advance of a joint came with Wanqi Lang’s even higher, more fragmented moans, her body convulsing dramatically.

“Mm ah, so good…” Wanqi Lang’s voice carried a hint of a sob, her legs wrapping even tighter, her pale slender fingers clutching desperately at the shirt on Xing Enxi’s back.

Xing Enxi felt encouraged by this response. Her nails were already neatly trimmed and smooth, her finger joint bending slightly as she began to thrust in that warm, wet depth.

She started with slow, small-amplitude strokes. Her finger withdrew to the entrance edge, feeling the reluctant suck of that ring of tender flesh, then plunged deeper inside. Each in and out brought more slippery nectar, drenching Xing Enxi’s pad and crevices until they glistened.

“Mm… mm… faster.” Wanqi Lang’s hips lifted in rhythm with the strokes to meet them, positioning so that the deep-thrusting finger could more precisely rub the sensitive spot that drove her wild.

Xing Enxi’s fingertip scraped finely along the inner wall folds, circling to probe. Finally, when her pad brushed a slightly different soft, spongy protrusion, Wanqi Lang shuddered violently, her inner walls contracting and clamping even tighter.

“Mm ah…”

Wanqi Lang moaned loudly, her body arching upward, her legs clamping deathly tight around Xing Enxi’s finger. A fierce, rhythmic contraction gripped deep in the passage, and waves of scorching hot fluid overflowed the entrance, soaking Xing Enxi’s entire palm. Only then did she realize Wanqi Lang had just experienced a small climax.

Wanqi Lang’s body heaved dramatically, her breaths coming in great gulps, her eyes unfocused as they stared at the ceiling, as if her soul had been drawn away by that wave of orgasm.

Her body still quivered faintly in the afterglow, fine beads of sweat dotting her smooth forehead and delicate collarbones.

Xing Enxi’s finger remained in the spasming, contracting depth, feeling the scorching tidal surge. She lowered her head, looking at Wanqi Lang’s face flushed with orgasmic red, her eyes dazed, her red lips slightly parted. A sense of satisfaction and deeper conquest welled up in her heart.

She did not withdraw her finger immediately but leaned down again to kiss those parted red lips. This kiss was no longer plundering like before but a leisurely licking.

As she kissed, she felt Wanqi Lang’s body melt into a puddle of spring water in her arms. That hand still inside the other woman teased the sensitive spot with its pad.

“Mm… ha ah…”

Wanqi Lang’s throat immediately overflowed with another uncontrollable moan, her body bouncing sensitively. Xing Enxi watched her reaction and smiled mischievously. She temporarily spared that sensitive area, her finger withdrawing bit by bit. The tight passage’s inner walls still clung reluctantly, producing a wet pop.

When the finger fully exited, the glistening tip drew out a long, thin silver thread. Xing Enxi looked at her drenched fingers and knew tonight’s entanglement was far from over.

She scooped up Wanqi Lang and laid her on the bed, then pressed atop her again. Her palm covered Wanqi Lang’s slightly undulating lower abdomen, scorching hot, sliding along the flat, taut muscles all the way back to the muddy valley entrance.

Wanqi Lang’s sensitive body immediately sensed danger approaching. She instinctively tried to clamp her legs shut, but Xing Enxi pried them open with her knee.

“No, little Xi, no more.” Wanqi Lang’s voice still trembled, but Xing Enxi ignored it.

Her fingertip, carrying the slickness from the prior deep exploration, did not reinsert but pressed onto the already swollen cl!toris above the entrance.

“Mm ha…” Wanqi Lang’s body stiffened instantly. This was her most sensitive spot, the stimulation far fiercer than the earlier thrusts. Her waist arched upward uncontrollably before crashing back down, her legs trembling violently.

Xing Enxi’s pad, like a spark of electricity, began circling that stiff cl!toris with varying pressure, light then heavy.

“Ah! Mm ah! Don’t… there… too… too sensitive… ah!” Wanqi Lang twisted her body in an attempt to escape, but Xing Enxi held her firmly down.

The pleasure crashed over her like surging waves, battering her fragile nerves one after another.

Just as Wanqi Lang teetered on the brink of collapse from this stimulation, Xing Enxi’s other hand reinserted into that slick pvssy.

“Squelch—” Accompanied by the finger sliding smoothly in, it stirred up a splash of water sound.

“Ah—” Wanqi Lang’s gasp sharpened abruptly, the bliss rendering her speechless.