Two-Faced Girlfriend - Chapter 2.1

Xu Yawei had long desired Si Man’s fingers.

The old Si Man never touched her there, only kneading her chest during moments of passion.

This time, Xu Yawei finally got her wish.

Xu Yawei eagerly thrust her hips toward Si Man’s fingers.

Si Man’s fingers were slender, with rounded, full tips, perfectly suited for Xu Yawei’s naturally small cl!toris.

Even rolling ten circles on Si Man’s fingertip, it wouldn’t stray off course.

Si Man’s technique wasn’t exceptional, but she clearly knew how to flirt.

Her movements, unhurried and rhythmic, caressed Xu Yawei’s sensitive spot.

The hand rubbing Xu Yawei’s cl!toris never paused.

Simultaneously, Si Man’s lips ignited fires across Xu Yawei’s body.

Those cool, thin lips landed softly on her cheeks, tickling gently.

Each kiss felt like a feather brushing Xu Yawei’s heart.

Xu Yawei couldn’t describe the feeling. It should have been thrilling, but something felt missing.

Her body enjoyed it immensely, yet Xu Yawei sensed Si Man’s detachment and routine approach.

Those gentle kisses lacked genuine emotion, just like the Si Man she knew.

It was enough; at least Si Man was willing to touch her now.

Secret admirers were always so humble.

Si Man cradled the back of Xu Yawei’s head, kissing her lips.

The temperature of her lips felt even colder than the Si Man Xu Yawei knew.

This fleeting kiss left Xu Yawei insecure, yet she found it enjoyable.

That must be the charm of taking the lead.

A kiss without love wouldn’t last.

Soon, Si Man tried to pull away.

But Xu Yawei didn’t want it to end.

She wrapped her arms around Si Man’s neck, pulling her head back, pressing her lips and body toward her.

Somehow, after these actions, Xu Yawei felt a sudden wave of sadness.

She forced herself not to dwell on it, focusing instead on enjoying the s3x and the deep kiss.

Si Man’s tongue explored Xu Yawei’s mouth again.

Xu Yawei, like a stranded traveler in a desert, desperately sought moisture from outside.

But this source, like it contained opium, didn’t quench her thirst—it made her ache more.

Xu Yawei clung to Si Man, her limbs wrapped around her.

She thrust her hips eagerly, rubbing her cl!toris faster against Si Man’s fingertip.

Despite her body’s desperate thirst, her lower half bloomed perfectly.

As her arousal climbed, Xu Yawei’s cl!toris swelled.

The once-tiny cl!toris nearly matched Si Man’s fingertip in size.

The increased friction didn’t ease her body’s restlessness; it set her bl00d boiling.

Xu Yawei moaned, “Ah… mmm… ha…”

Before climax, Xu Yawei’s voice grew melodic and flowing, her delicate features radiating endless charm.

Si Man stared, slightly dazed.

At seventeen, Si Man had tasted forbidden fruit many times but never saw a woman as seductive as Xu Yawei.

Her allure was effortless, every gesture utterly captivating.

Si Man had planned to reclaim her pride on Xu Yawei’s body after being topped.

But now, she found herself unwittingly enthralled.

This erotic temptation overwhelmed the seventeen-year-old Si Man.

Xu Yawei reached climax like this.

She clung to Si Man’s neck, her legs tightly squeezing Si Man’s hand, her body trembling uncontrollably.

After an unknown time, Xu Yawei regained control of her body.

How long had it been since she felt such a satisfying climax?

Masturbation was always lonely, like unrequited love—a one-woman show.

It might bring pleasure in the moment, but it was a fleeting illusion.

Once the dream faded, deeper emptiness followed.

Xu Yawei gazed at Si Man’s angelic features, her hand unconsciously reaching out.

She traced Si Man’s contours, helplessly captivated by her beauty.

This was Si Man, yet not Si Man.

Even if she was part of Si Man, she lacked Si Man’s soul.

What more could Xu Yawei hope for?

If she couldn’t have Si Man’s soul, she’d dance with her body.

Xu Yawei wrapped herself around Si Man’s body again.

Her slender legs, with newfound strength, clung tightly to Si Man’s hand.

“Baby, big sister wants more…”

Si Man was mesmerized by Xu Yawei’s eyes, now like a tool at her mercy.

Obediently, she touched Xu Yawei’s thighs again.

Xu Yawei moaned, “Mmm…”

The moment Si Man’s hand touched her, Xu Yawei cried out sensitively.

The afterglow of her climax faded quickly, as if it had only prepared her pvssy for the real s3x to come.

Xu Yawei’s pvssy was drenched, muddier than rain-soaked earth, more glistening than flowers after a storm.