The Wife Insists On Being My Top (GL) - Chapter 22

Lu Xiuchun’s hand followed Wang Luran’s arm downwards, along a soft bone, to her waist.

The wife’s waistline was very slender. Stroking it from the side felt like a smooth, curved valley, hollow there, but the curve of her hips was very full.

Lu Xiuchun’s palm wrapped around her waist, and as she spoke, she moved her touch to her lower abdomen.

That area was slightly more sensitive. Wang Luran’s body trembled, and she felt an uncontrollable shiver, feeling all the hairs on her body stand on end, “It tickles a little…”

“Then I’ll be gentler.”

“Being gentler tickles more, you might as well be a little harder.”

“Like this?” Her hot palm pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, pressing down with a little force.

Wang Luran’s breath hitched, and her body was pulled back. Lu Xiuchun’s hand, was it going up or down? Either way, it made it hard to breathe.

Lu Xiuchun felt the tension in her muscles, and her lips approached her shoulder, kissing it there, “Don’t be nervous.”

“It’s easy to say when you’re not the one being touched…” she grumbled unhappily. She was only wearing a thin slip dress tonight, and when the shoulder strap was brushed down, she unconsciously shrank her neck.

“I’d be happy to be touched by you too, but you said you were a pillow princess.”

The next moment, her question was answered, she felt Lu Xiuchun’s hand move upwards.

Through the pajamas, her br3asts were being gently stroked.

It felt strange, when her fingers touched her n1pples, there was a tingling sensation. Wang Luran kept her lips tightly closed, but her breathing still became uncontrollably disordered.

Lu Xiuchun seemed to notice her sensitivity, and pressed her fingertips against her n1pples, twisting them, playfully pinching the little buds.

The tingling sensation became stronger, Wang Luran’s fingers, which were gripping the pillow, loosened, and she grabbed her mischievous hand, “You’re not allowed to tease me…”

“This isn’t teasing,” Lu Xiuchun’s breath moved from her shoulder to her ear, she nipped at her earlobe, “It’s just because I like you…”

“Liar…” she grumbled aggrievedly, thinking that one day the female lead would abandon her and throw herself into the second female lead’s arms.

But Lu Xiuchun didn’t understand the resentment in her heart. Her fingers released her n1pples, which had already been played with until they were erect, and she opened her slender fingers, completely enveloping the soft br3ast, “Luran, you’re so strange…”

She cupped her br3asts, gently kneading them, her other hand reaching under her wife’s neck, her arm almost submerged in her black hair.

This kind of enveloping and caressing from behind brought her a subtle sense of unease and throbbing. She couldn’t see the female lead’s face, she could only feel what she was doing through her movements and breathing, but she could clearly feel her warmth, feel her slender feet intertwined with hers.

The female lead’s hands kneaded harder and harder, finally stopping at an appropriate strength, playing with her, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. She looked down, and for a moment, she seemed to be able to see through the darkness the scene of the female lead kneading her br3asts, see her slender fingers spread out, see them pinch and then see the bulging marks left on her br3asts, like water bags, being played with into any shape.

Her pajamas must be all wrinkled.

“I’m not sure if this is right, Luran, does this feel comfortable?”

She panted, “It’s… okay…”

The person behind her released her hand and switched to the other br3ast. Her breath hitched again, the caress that she had finally gotten used to turned into something new, unfamiliar, and stimulating.

It’s so strange…

She wanted to say something, “Won’t it be boring for you if I don’t do anything?”

“No, Luran’s br3asts are very cute, very soft, and feel very comfortable to touch, completely different from how you feel at work.” Her tone was sincere and casual, “And your breathing is also very sexy.”

“Please stop talking…”

“Can I put my hand inside your short?”

“Yes…”

“Can you turn around?”

The cannon fodder silently turned around, facing the female lead, whose breath was on her face. The female lead faced her, and then reached under her short from below.

Her body began to tremble again, the actual touch was more real than through her clothes.

But the female lead’s hand didn’t continue upwards, her hand stopped at her lower abdomen, her fingers following the edge of her panties.

Was she going to take them off?

She thought about this crucial question, and the next moment, she felt a softness on her lips.

The female lead kissed her lightly, and after a moment, the kiss deepened.

The female lead’s tongue came in.

The female lead also let out a fatal gasp.

But the movement of her hand didn’t stop, through the fabric of her panties, she slowly and forcefully pressed and rubbed at the center of her thighs.

Subtle bursts of pleasure sparkled like stars in her body.

It’s really strange…

She couldn’t help but open her lips, sticking out her tongue to welcome the invasion of the unfamiliar soft creature.

This feeling…

It’s completely different from self-pleasure…

All sorts of thoughts flooded her mind, her breathing becoming heavier and more rapid.

The next moment, when the female lead’s hand reached into her panties, the wet breathing suddenly stopped.

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to fall into a vacuum.

Her whole body went limp.

The female lead was so skilled…

Why was the female lead so skilled…