Peach (Lily ABO) - Chapter 5
“…Ugh… Sis… Sister, I… we shouldn’t be here… mm-hm… okay?”
Molly struggled and resisted with all her might, but she was still naked, pressed against the glass curtain wall of Su Qing’s office that faced the corridor. The irresistible force even distorted her perky, fair br3asts, which were now covered in suggestive red marks. Yet, her luscious n1pples remained unsatisfied and erect, as if deliberately tempting someone.
“Isn’t it good here?” Su Qing bit Molly’s shoulder, and as she spoke, she lifted one of Molly’s legs, hooking it over her arm, spreading her legs to their widest extent. Then, she slowly, inch by inch, thrust her p3nis, glistening with honeyed fluid, inside.
“…Ugh!” Molly trembled, shaking like a withered leaf in the wind.
The glass before her was like ice, Su Qing behind her like fire. She was caught between this ice and fire, amidst a tumultuous sea of desire, watching everything outside, almost within reach, with eyes full of despair and terror.
Beyond the overly clean, transparent glass curtain wall, the corridor and everything outside the window were exposed without hindrance: the light grey carpet, the vibrant green plants, the abstract modern art.
And, of course, people.
Many people, coming and going, silent or conversing or laughing.
“…Will be seen!” Compared to Su Qing, who only revealed a p3nis, Molly, with her legs spread wide, revealing her pvssy constantly being thrust into by a purplish, menacing p3nis, and her cl!toris twitching against the glass, was undoubtedly an absolutely erotic sight.
Molly frantically raised her hands to cover her br3asts and lower body, but before she could properly cover herself, Su Qing’s single hand grabbed her wrist and pulled it above her head.
“…Sister, mm… please don’t… I beg you, Sister…”
Molly seemed to be on the verge of breaking down from panic. She whimpered, twisting her body, trying to escape into Su Qing’s arms. Clearly, any further struggle was futile and only caused a frantic spasm and contraction in her pvssy. While tightening around Su Qing’s p3nis, it also sucked deeper inside.
“Hah…” Su Qing tilted her head back, sighing long and contentedly, relishing this sudden tightness.
A couple in the corridor suddenly stopped and looked at Molly. Molly abruptly turned her head away, tears of despair and humiliation continuously welling from the corners of her eyes, though they were still subpar compared to the honeyed fluid secreted by her pvssy.
Su Qing savored Molly’s panic with almost pleasure. She released her grip on Molly’s hands, pulled her back, and began to knead those eye-catching, fair br3asts.
“Nice acting.”
Su Qing commented, and at the same time, her tongue licked Molly’s earlobe, skillfully probing deeper.
“Hehe…” Molly, leaning in Su Qing’s arms, still had tears in her eyes but was already laughing. She sensitively recoiled, shrinking her neck, but she was firmly held in Su Qing’s embrace from behind. No matter how she tried to dodge, she couldn’t escape Su Qing’s teasing.
She, of course, knew that the glass curtain wall was one-way glass. To those outside, it was merely a large mirror; they couldn’t see her at all.
After all, she knew everything about Su Qing’s office like the back of her hand.
“…Is it fun… hah… Sister?” Molly giggled, cooperating with Su Qing’s thrusts, swaying her hips, asking between gasps and moans. Innocence and wantonness inexplicably harmonized in her.
“You…” Su Qing’s tone was helpless, yet also doting. Her hand was almost on Molly’s cheek, but then, before actually touching, it suddenly changed direction, sliding down to her waist, gripping her hip.