Two-Faced Girlfriend - Chapter 12.2

Xu Yawei suddenly felt an urge to suck the little grape.

Her hot lips kissed down Si Man’s chest and abdomen.

Her lower lip moved down, followed closely by her upper lip, spreading heat and moisture over half of Si Man’s body.

Si Man gasped, “Mm…”

Her lower body was enveloped by a warm mouth, making her tremble.

She grabbed at the carpet downward, but it had no effect, so she released the tension through her mouth.

Xu Yawei got her wish and sucked the “grape.”

It wasn’t as smooth as imagined; licking closely, she felt a slight prickliness, but the taste and texture sent a surge of electricity through Xu Yawei’s abdomen.

She sucked and released one side of Si Man’s pvssy, lost in it, but poor Si Man burned with desire as Xu Yawei kept missing the right spot.

In discomfort, Si Man turned to her side, clamping Xu Yawei’s head with her thighs, trying to guide her emptiest spot into Xu Yawei’s mouth.

With this move, Si Man’s sticky juices smeared Xu Yawei’s face.

She smiled, sat up, adjusted Si Man’s hips, and sucked her quivering pvssy.

Like she did with the “grape,” Xu Yawei sucked and released the labia several times.

She took all the juices into her mouth, mixing them evenly with her saliva.

Then, she released the labia, letting her long-prepared tongue slip into the slit, pushing the labia apart.

The tongue thrust shallowly at the pvssy’s entrance, and as the lost juices refilled, the tongue and pvssy’s flesh collided, filling the room with a trickling sound.

Si Man moaned, “Mm… mm…”

Si Man’s magnetic voice kept moaning, blending with the water sounds to create intoxicating music.

The tongue was the only dancer in this music—a devoted, frenzied dancer.

In this feast, music and dancer were inseparable, as the tongue was both dancer and musician.

Xu Yawei stretched her tongue to touch more and deeper of Si Man’s pvssy flesh, thrusting repeatedly.

She curled her tongue to stimulate all of Si Man’s outer sensitive spots evenly.

Though her tongue grew numb from fatigue, feeling Si Man’s trembling body made it worthwhile.

Perhaps because emotions made her body more vulnerable, Si Man was quicker today than usual.

Before Xu Yawei had her fill, Si Man convulsed and climaxed.

Juices surged from the passage, hot liquid washing over Xu Yawei’s tongue in waves.

Unable to keep up, Xu Yawei opened her mouth to cover the entire pvssy to avoid wasting the juices on the carpet.

But her swallowing couldn’t match the gushing flow, and the liquid dripped onto the blue carpet.

Before Xu Yawei could recover from her intense race with the juices, a gentle yet strong pair of hands pulled her up.

Her lips, still coated with the woman’s fresh juices, were covered by another pair.

Si Man sucked hard on the lips that had just ravaged her below.

The lascivious taste—her own—stirred her body again.

She lightly bit the accomplished lower lip and said seductively.

“Take me… Xu Yawei… keep taking me…”

Xu Yawei’s fire never died; she had only paused, fearing Si Man couldn’t handle more.

Facing Si Man’s eager invitation, her desire to conquer reignited, and she bit back fiercely.

Her lips were ravaged intensely, and her lower body was penetrated rapidly by fingers.

Si Man’s just-climaxed body trembled with each thrust.

The passage’s juices flowed endlessly, washing over Xu Yawei’s fingers in waves.

Her fingers, heated by the pvssy’s flesh and wrinkled by the juices, softened Xu Yawei’s heart and dizzied her mind.

She felt her body was no longer her own but controlled by Si Man.

Si Man dominated her, giving her pleasure, and Xu Yawei felt honored.

Si Man cried, “Ah… ha…”

Si Man’s moans were unrestrained, sincere, and seductive.

Xu Yawei was lost in them, her world now only Si Man.

Her lips roamed Si Man’s body, crossing peaks and wading through streams, tireless.

Her fingers thrust in the pvssy with squelching sounds, different from the tongue’s earlier thrusts—more forceful, more lascivious.

Fingers could go deeper, curl, and reach more intricate spots the tongue couldn’t.

Si Man moaned, “Mm… hng…”

She opened her mouth wide, arched sharply, and her tingling body trembled uncontrollably.

After climaxing, Si Man felt both fulfilled and empty.

She closed her eyes, hugged Xu Yawei tightly, and murmured weakly, “Don’t leave me… Yawei…”

For the first time, Xu Yawei felt pity for Si Man and said, “Okay…”

Si Man’s final emptiness was filled.