Before the red lips arrived, the sweet scent came first.
Song Guanchao first caught her fragrance, instinctively opened his eyes, just in time to see her red lips approaching.
At the moment their lips touched, their eyes also locked onto each other.
Lin Wanqiu didn’t expect him to suddenly open his eyes, a look of doe-like panic and embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
Song Guanchao was a bit dazed.
Lin Wanqiu immediately sat up, quickly saying, "What are you doing?"
Song Guanchao snapped back to reality, sat up, looked at the blushing Lin Wanqiu, and pointed to the corner of his mouth, "You didn’t wipe this side."
Lin Wanqiu gave him a shy glare, grabbed her lipstick, and tossed it over, "Do it yourself."
Song Guanchao grinned, wishing he hadn’t opened his eyes.
He picked up the lipstick and suddenly said, "I just thought of a riddle, do you want to guess it?"
Lin Wanqiu thought he was trying to lighten the mood, nodded, "Go on."
Song Guanchao said, "A tall girl, guess a cosmetic."
"A tall girl..." Lin Wanqiu tilted her head and thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out, "What is it?"
Song Guanchao shook the lipstick in his hand, "Lipstick."
She was about to ask when she suddenly realized, and the shyness that had finally receded surged back.
She pinched Song Guanchao’s side hard, "You little pervert, rascal!"
Song Guanchao chuckled, "There’s another riddle, want to guess again?"
Lin Wanqiu felt shy but said, "Go on!"
"A woman wears panties, guess a snack."
Lin Wanqiu thought for a long time and still couldn’t figure it out.
She guessed that whatever Song Guanchao said would definitely be something dirty, but she just couldn’t guess.
This time she truly didn’t understand.
Song Guanchao looked at the quilt on her, "Because it’s wrapped with a hole, it’s jelly."
Lin Wanqiu’s mind suddenly caught up, and she called out in embarrassment, hitting his chest repeatedly.
"Pervert, you little pervert!"
As she hit him, she suddenly noticed that at some point, Song Guanchao’s underwear had formed a big tent.
She quickly retracted her hand into the blanket, only leaving her head exposed, "I’m going to sleep."
"Uh, I’m going to sleep too."
Song Guanchao put down the lipstick and returned to his bed.
He knew that Lin Wanqiu definitely saw his reaction.
There was nothing he could do, he couldn’t control this thing.
Besides, Lin Wanqiu made the first move.
Lights out, Song Guanchao lay on the bed, not playing with his phone.
Lin Wanqiu didn’t play either, the room was pitch black, leaving only their slightly heavy breathing.
After a while, Lin Wanqiu suddenly said, "You little pervert."
"Sis, calling me that is inappropriate, right?"
"Hmph, you are a little pervert, you even reacted just now, thought I didn’t see?"
"It’s a physiological reaction to seeing something beautiful."
"Reason." Lin Wanqiu snorted lightly, fell silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Come here for a moment."
Song Guanchao was stunned.
This, this change was too fast, right?
Moreover, it was so abrupt.
Suddenly asked him to come over.
"What, afraid I’ll eat you up?"
"What do I have to fear, I... I’m coming!"
Song Guanchao jumped out of bed, lifted her blanket.
Under the night light, he saw her body wearing only a camisole.
That thong was almost unnecessary.
In an instant, he burrowed into the blanket, laid down next to her.
Their arms pressed tightly together, Song Guanchao asked, "Why did you call me over?"
Lin Wanqiu didn’t speak, her heart was beating hard, the blood in her body rushing.
Song Guanchao felt her emotional change, did not urge or inquire.
After several minutes, she said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable holding it in?"
What kind of question is that...
He immediately denied, "No."
Just after saying that, he felt Lin Wanqiu’s little hand touch his thigh.
Her fingers crawled up his thigh, lightly poking the hardened Xiao Song.
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Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Wanqiu suddenly gripped it.
He could feel that even Lin Wanqiu’s hand was trembling.
"Wh-what does it feel like?" Her voice quivered.
Song Guanchao’s mouth was dry, his muscles taut, excitement reached the peak, words were ablaze, "Feels good."
"Just holding it feels good?"
"Yeah." Song Guanchao said, "If you move a bit, it’d feel even better."
"Move a bit? ?" She held Xiao Song, twisted it a bit.
Song Guanchao nearly had a heart attack, quickly grabbing her hand, "Oh my god, are you trying to end the Song family line!"
Lin Wanqiu timidly said, "I’ve never touched this before."
"Just , up and down." He guided Lin Wanqiu’s hand, teaching patiently and carefully.
"How does this feel good? Really strange."
Song Guanchao smiled wryly, not knowing how to explain to her.
Lin Wanqiu noticed that as she slowly stroked, Song Guanchao’s breathing became increasingly rapid.
"My hand’s getting tired." Lin Wanqiu said, "The blanket is in the way too."
Song Guanchao promptly tossed the blanket aside, Lin Wanqiu shyly clamped her thighs together, and the small piece of fabric was utterly insufficient for modesty.
Her alabaster legs, now bashfully intertwined, were full of tempting allure.
Under the cool camisole, the perkiness was evident, inviting chest, and her waist was exceedingly enchanting.
Song Guanchao really wanted to pounce, savor the delights of this god-sister.
Taste her tender garden.
But that was just a thought.
Lin Wanqiu managing to reach this step meant she had made an immense decision.
Being too hasty would only scare her.
Lin Wanqiu’s hand was really too tired, so she turned, lying beside Song Guanchao’s thigh.
Her wide eyes curiously stared at the somewhat menacing Xiao Song in her grasp, as she moved her small hands up and down.
In this posture, her large rear was presented directly to Song Guanchao.
The thin strap was wedged firmly between her ample buttocks.
Song Guanchao grew more and more excited, knowing that Lin Wanqiu deliberately chose this position, intentionally facing her large rear towards him.
This woman, really dancing on the edge, wasn’t she afraid of getting it on?
He took a deep breath, opting not to look, not to think.
Lin Wanqiu suddenly leaned over, her alluring body collapsing onto Song Guanchao.
Her large bum pressed sideways against his chest, even deliberately nudging closer to his face.
Song Guanchao could nearly smell the fragrance on her buttocks and the faint aroma wafting from that valley.
He felt like he was about to explode.
In a heated moment, without thinking, he bit down on the large bum.