Compatibility - Chapter 59
Chapter 59
"Nanyin, Nanyin..."
Song Nanyin had never known that her own name could be called in such a beautiful way. It was a form of address she knew intimately, yet Liu Zhaoran had given it an entirely different color.
Liu Zhaoran held her phone. The lens was tiny, but the frame was filled with her face. The heat it carried was enough to drag the whole room into a boiling abyss.
Song Nanyin's eyes were half closed. The physical pleasure made her want to shut them completely and savor everything. But she was unwilling to surrender like that, not when it meant missing the sight of Liu Zhaoran at this very moment.
Liu Zhaoran, sunk deep in desire, was a beautiful sight. Song Nanyin had seen it many times, but never had she caught it in such a clear and extraordinary way. Her long black hair spilled in disarray, like ink slashed wantonly across rice paper.
Her phoenix eyes tilted upward, revealing a charm and languor she would never show when dealing with others on ordinary days. What Song Nanyin loved most was this uniqueness Liu Zhaoran reserved for her. She had many faces, but this one was given only to her.
It was romantic, and deeply stirring.
"Black-Hearted Lotus, are... are you enjoying it too?" Song Nanyin hugged the quilt beside her, feeling its solid weight in her arms. She admitted it: she was treating the quilt as Liu Zhaoran, using it to substitute for an embrace.
Lately, having walked out of the shadow of heartbreak, her mood had improved somewhat, and she could face the sex she had with Liu Zhaoran under the definition of friends with equanimity. But she would still claim a selfish perk for herself: to hold Liu Zhaoran tightly whenever they made love.
"Mm, Team Leader Song makes me feel so good. Your fingers push into my pussy, and you know just what you're doing. Ah... every sensitive spot has been rubbed open by you."
Liu Zhaoran was completely absorbed in this extraordinary lovemaking, as if at this very moment they truly held each other, each pleasing the other's body.
Song Nanyin's breathing grew heavier. She couldn't help hooking her legs, winding them tightly around the quilt beneath her, and grinding her little clit upward with force. The smooth, fragile little nub rubbed against the comparatively rough bedding, and Song Nanyin trembled, her teeth clicking faintly.
Liu Zhaoran gave a soft gasp and moved the phone's camera down. What came into view was her own drenched core.
She spread her legs wide so the phone could capture every detail more clearly. Song Nanyin's gaze faltered. She could clearly see Liu Zhaoran's full labia, and the entrance stretched open by her fingers.
She thrust into the soft, wet pussy quickly and skillfully, her thumb rubbing her clitoris, stroking that little bead until it swelled.
"Team Leader Song, let me see your face." Liu Zhaoran wanted to know what Song Nanyin looked like right now, what expression she wore when she saw her down there.
A request like this would not be refused at such a moment, so when the camera rose, Liu Zhaoran saw Song Nanyin, her face flushed red, tears in her eyes, sweat beading at her temples, lips gently pressed together.
Every reaction of a woman sunk deep in desire was caught clearly in Liu Zhaoran's eyes, down to the finest detail.
"Team Leader Song looks so lewd right now. Do you really like looking at me down there that much? Do you want to use your fingers, or that thing?" Liu Zhaoran was skilled at stirring desire, and she likewise knew what words at such a moment would make Song Nanyin even more sensitive.
She noticed that after she finished speaking, Song Nanyin trembled even harder. The Little Lion was truly fragile, wasn't she?
"Mm... almost there..." Song Nanyin felt she had caught a case of over-sensitivity, or rather, there was never a moment she wasn't sensitive. Liu Zhaoran's voice drifted through the earbuds around her ears, as if nuzzling intimately against her.
Her fingers drove faster and faster, pressing the clinging soft flesh inside, pressing every sensitive point that caught fire at the lightest touch.
The pace was so fast that the fluids grew more and more abundant. Each time she pushed in, they spilled out along the seams of her passage, churning into fine white foam and making squelching sounds of flesh colliding with slick membrane.
In the quiet room, the sound was especially clear. Liu Zhaoran savored the sight of Song Nanyin on the verge of climax, unknowingly squeezing her breast hard.
"Team Leader Song, I want your little clit to come too. You can't keep neglecting it like this. It's already so hard, isn't it? Rub it with your hand, and just like a sensitive clitoris, it will repay you with so much pleasure."
Liu Zhaoran was beguiling Song Nanyin, because she wanted to see a more beautiful blooming. Song Nanyin opened her dazed eyes and looked down.
Just as Liu Zhaoran had said, it was indeed already too hard, swollen until it was sore and aching. Because it had never been given relief, it kept dripping clear, slick fluid.
Song Nanyin wanted it. She had felt this place pour out its release many times, and she no longer rejected it as she had at first. It was just that... she had never been good at doing it herself, and it always felt shameful.
"I can't. Help me... Zhaoran... help me..." Song Nanyin's rare coy pleas were almost all spent on things like this. Liu Zhaoran had a wicked streak, and occasionally during sex she would make requests like asking Song Nanyin to masturbate.
She loved watching Song Nanyin under her control, and she equally loved the pitiful look Song Nanyin wore when she was soothing herself, only to be stopped midway by Liu Zhaoran.
But whichever it was, Song Nanyin experiencing both kinds of climax was always beautiful to watch. When it felt too good, she would cry, and call her name in incoherent fragments.
"I will. I'll help Team Leader Song come. I'll hold you there with my hand. Compared to the warmth of your little clit, my hand will be a little cool. The moment it first touches you, you'll feel wonderful."
"Then I'll grip the tip between my thumb and forefinger and rub the little opening on top with the pad of my finger. The fluid there is so sticky; my whole palm will be covered with it." Liu Zhaoran slowed the rhythm of every sentence, working hard to let Song Nanyin's mind conjure the image the moment she heard it.
Song Nanyin stroked her sex with her hand, pleasing herself the way Liu Zhaoran had described. But in Song Nanyin's mind, the one touching her was not her own hand at all, but Liu Zhaoran.
"I've always loved this part of you, Team Leader Song. Clean, cute, and it becomes so beautiful just because it's on you. My fingers thrust hard into your pussy, and my other hand grips your little clit, stroking up and down in the same rhythm."
"Ah... haa... Black-Hearted Lotus... slower..." In the end, Song Nanyin closed her eyes, sinking into the web of desire Liu Zhaoran had woven for her. They were clearly her own hands, yet under Liu Zhaoran's voice, everything had changed.
The air around her seemed stuffed full of Liu Zhaoran's presence. She was lying in her arms, half pressed against her, using those hands to toy wantonly with her sex and pussy, granting her lethal pleasure.
"Your pussy is so wet, and it's getting tighter and tighter." Liu Zhaoran gasped, a moan suddenly rising in pitch. Even as she used her words to help Song Nanyin, the thirst in her own body was climbing too.
She spread her legs and thrust quickly into her core, imagining, just the same, that her fingers were Song Nanyin's hand.
The way to take pleasure could not be simpler. Her fingers worked deftly inside her wet passage, but thrusting alone was not enough to bring Liu Zhaoran pleasure. So she crooked her fingertip and pleased herself with exquisite, practiced skill.
She rocked her hips, pressing faint creaks out of the bed, the taut lines of her waist rising and falling with her gasps. Her vivid red pussy was driven open by her rhythm, invaded to the depths. Then it flinched as she withdrew her fingers, and before it could close completely, it was savagely invaded again.
"Mm... Team Leader Song, why... why did you suddenly push in. With your cock, mm... all the way into my pussy. It's so hot inside, so hot it makes you tremble without stopping. Nanyin, faster. Thrust into me hard."
Liu Zhaoran abruptly changed her words, and the speed of her hand suddenly quickened. Her hips rose and fell rapidly in time with the rhythm of her fingers, like a final sprint before reaching the summit.
The hotel bed was nothing like the one at home. Even slightly vigorous movement produced very obvious sounds, and those sounds traveled through the earbuds to Song Nanyin's side.
Without realizing it, she tightened the hand around her little clit, imitating the sensation of being wrapped and squeezed by Liu Zhaoran. A warm passage, walls that gripped tight.
"Black-Hearted Lotus, it's too tight. I can't take it anymore. Mm... ah..."
"Hold on a little longer, Team Leader Song. Let's come together. You can too... both places, coming together."
Liu Zhaoran was utterly unsparing with her gasps, using them to add fuel to Song Nanyin's restless tide. Even though she could only see Song Nanyin's face, she could guess from the trembling of those shoulders how fast Song Nanyin was moving at this moment.
The two of them would climax together.
"Zhaoran... Zhaoran... ah... my pussy... so full... mm, I'm going to come... I'm coming..." Song Nanyin's voice suddenly rose. She trembled helplessly, raised her arms to hug the quilt tightly, clamped it between her legs, and thrust her hips hard.
Her little clit was wrapped in the soft quilt and rubbed against the comparatively rough bedding. At this moment, her exquisitely sensitive tip could not withstand such contact at all. What was more, in Song Nanyin's mind, what she held was not a quilt at all, but Liu Zhaoran.
"Team Leader Song is so forceful. I'm being ruined by Team Leader Song." Liu Zhaoran knew what Song Nanyin liked to hear and was happy to say it at moments like this. Accompanied by Liu Zhaoran's gasps and soft moans, Song Nanyin suddenly let out a long cry.
She clamped the quilt between her legs, arched her waist high, and held there for a long time before her bowed body slowly sank back down. Listening to Song Nanyin's panting, Liu Zhaoran let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The lines of her abdomen slowly tensed, then suddenly released. From the tips of her fingers poured a pool of scalding fresh fluid, the heat wave brought by climax.
"Team Leader Song, move your phone down a little." Liu Zhaoran said softly. Song Nanyin, still in the afterglow of climax, was dazed, yet obedient. Seeing her move the phone lower, Liu Zhaoran was able to see the lewd scene left after climax.
The aqua-blue bedding was covered with gray water marks, the traces left by arousal fluid soaking through the fabric. Yet on top of the gray marks, messy trails of pale white liquid still remained, clinging stickily, especially thick on the inside of the quilt.
Song Nanyin's fingers were still inside her body, thrusting gently as she slowly eased through the afterglow. Her spent little nub hung soft and limp, its tip occasionally twitching to release a few lingering drops of white fluid.
Liu Zhaoran was very pleased with the scene. She couldn't help recording it, and she also took a few high-definition screenshots, added a password, and stored them in her phone's album.
"Team Leader Song looks so lewd right now, like I've played you to pieces. That quilt needs a good washing." Liu Zhaoran said it seriously, and only then did Song Nanyin open her eyes. She pulled her fingers out of her body, lifted her head, and looked at the mess beneath her and on the bed.
Before Liu Zhaoran could say anything more, the screen on the other end suddenly went black, and the video call cut off just like that. Liu Zhaoran could picture Song Nanyin over there, flustered and exasperated. She didn't need to guess to know it would be adorable.
With that thought in mind, Liu Zhaoran sent a message over.
"Team Leader Song, don't go throwing that quilt away. After being treated like that by you, to be thrown away as well would be far too pitiful."
Comments
Post a Comment