Peach (Lily ABO) - Chapter 3

“Then I’ll respectfully obey,” Su Qing chuckled softly, her husky voice reaching Molly’s ears through their tightly pressed bodies.

Molly couldn’t help but tremble, her already wet and soft body softening further, like a thoroughly ripe peach, sweet juices relentlessly gushing out.

Su Qing parted Molly’s two plump, pale buttocks and, without any foreplay, used the sweet wetness to thrust into her from behind.

It certainly wasn’t gentle, and Molly clearly didn’t need gentleness; her moans, gasps, and trembling thighs made that abundantly clear.

Su Qing used her fingertip to pick up Molly’s panties, which were so wet they could be wrung out, and tossed them in front of Molly’s nose. They landed with a wet thud, a few drops of honeyed fluid even splashing onto Molly’s face.

Molly giggled, sticking out her tongue to lick it into her mouth. The surging desire in her hazy eyes made her even more wanton and promiscuous.

“…Ah, Sister’s d1ck is so big… Ugh…” Su Qing hadn’t even started thrusting yet, but Molly couldn’t help but rock her hips, bumping backward on her own, a scandalous bloom of desire.

“An interesting Omega,” Su Qing mentally appraised.

Even though gender equality had been advocated for twenty or thirty years, the most highly regarded Omegas in the public eye were still the delicate, charming, and passive type.

Even if their panties were soaked with lewd fluid during estrus, and their lustful flesh twitched and convulsed, making their thighs tremble, at most they could only whimper and groan, spreading their legs, begging an Alpha to fvck them.

Su Qing began to thrust, wide and powerful strokes.

As she thrust, she sucked on Molly’s scent gland. She didn’t bite hard, just repeatedly ground and teased it with her teeth. The rich peach scent filled Su Qing’s mouth. The already swollen gland swelled even higher, becoming almost translucent from redness. Stained with Su Qing’s saliva, under the light, it truly looked like a peeled peach, revealing its tender, watery, pink flesh.

“It hurts so much!” Molly, who had been loudly moaning, suddenly began to sob softly. Only then did Su Qing notice that Molly’s right br3ast was pressed against the edge of the keyboard, the flesh turned bright red.

She turned her head to look at Su Qing, tears falling in large, glistening drops from the corners of her eyes, one after another. Only a child would cry like this; it was a heartbreaking sight.

She said, “Sister, I want to watch you.”

Molly sat halfway on the office desk, her hands gripping her ankles, trying to spread her legs into an M shape.

She struggled to lower her head, watching how her hungry pvssy slowly swallowed Su Qing’s menacing, purplish-red p3nis, inch by inch.

She was trembling with excitement, her constantly convulsing and contracting flesh even making Su Qing’s p3nis ache.

“Relax!” Su Qing commanded sternly, yet she was actually stroking Molly’s arm and back with her palm to help her relax.

Molly, of course, noticed.

“…Mm-hmm… I was wrong… Sister, don’t… Ugh… don’t be angry… I’ll give Sister my tits… Hah…” Molly cupped her pair of massive br3asts, offering them ingratiatingly to Su Qing’s mouth.

Her face was flushed, her seductive eyes like silk. The n1pples on her large br3asts had already been kneaded by herself to more than double their size, like the most expensive cherries, deep red dots against the tender white flesh, a truly mouth-watering sight.

Molly watched Su Qing swallow, then deliberately kneaded them twice, allowing Su Qing to clearly see how the br3ast flesh was squeezed and deformed, spilling out between her fingers.

“…Mmm… Sister, hurry and taste them, mm… there’ll be sweet… hah… milk!”