Dashing Student

Nighttime deepens.

Through the sheer curtains, the moonlight spills in, casting a hazy silhouette on the floor.

The room is lit only by a dim bedside lamp, bathing the entwined pair in a warm golden glow.

The air is thick with the musk of post-coital intimacy, blended with the faint scent of jasmine body wash.

Shen Qinglan curls up in Chen Nan's arms like a satiated cat, her snow-white body still flushed with the remnants of lust.

Her full breasts rise and fall gently with her even breathing, the tips swollen from the intense lovemaking.

Her long legs unconsciously intertwine with Chen Nan's, the inside of her delicate thighs marked with ambiguous red traces.

Chen Nan lazily traces her smooth back, occasionally brushing the small of her waist, causing her to shiver lightly in her sleep.

Her skin, like exquisite silk, glows with a pearl-like sheen under the light.

He lowers his head, just in time to see her slightly parted cherry lips reveal a bit of her white teeth, her moist tongue barely visible.

Like this, Chen Nan holds Shen Qinglan and drifts into dreamland!

The next morning.

Pale morning light filters through the gap in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the messy sheets.

The traces of last night's passion haven't dried, with deep stains on the sheets glistening lasciviously in the morning light.

Shen Qinglan's eyelashes flutter as she slowly opens her eyes.

The aching sensation in her lower body reminds her of the craziness of last night—the entrance of her flower cave still tingles from being stretched open, the inner walls contract slightly with her breathing, oozing a sticky essence.

Although her mind is still fuzzy, her body has already sensed the presence of the man beside her—Chen Nan's arm tightens around her waist like an iron band, his palm pressed against her soft skin, his fingertips absentmindedly tracing the sensitive curve of her waist.

His scorching dragon root semi-hard, nuzzling the cleft between her buttocks, the tip leaking clear fluid, making her skin there slick and wet.

She slightly tilts her head, her gaze meticulously tracing his profile.

The morning light accentuates his sharp jawline, his Adam's apple gently bobbing with his breath, the hollow of his collarbone still showing faint bite marks from her excitement last night.

Below, his muscular chest is well-defined, heaving with his breath, with brown nipples standing firm in the cool morning air, surrounded by red marks from her claws.

A warm flow gushes out from her lower abdomen, her flower cave contracts uncontrollably several times.

Unable to resist, she leans closer, her soft lips pressing against his chest, her tongue tentatively tasting his nipple, sucking lightly like savoring morning dew, mischievously scraping the sensitive tip with her teeth!

"Mmm..." Chen Nan furrows his brows in his sleep, a low and muffled groan escaping his throat.

His dragon root swells rapidly behind her buttocks, the thick shaft bulging with veins, the scorching head rubbing back and forth between her wet cleft, leaving sticky trails on her skin.

Shen Qinglan's lips curve slightly, her fingertips gliding slowly down the grooves of his abdominal muscles, feeling the tight texture, finally reaching the edge of his sleep pants.

Her slender fingers wrap around the burning giant, her palm feeling its surprising pulse, her thumb wickedly smearing the fluid from the tip over the purple-red head.

"Baby, do you know you're playing with fire?" Chen Nan finally opens his eyes, his voice deep and hoarse, still heavy with sleep.

He suddenly grabs her mischievous wrist, using his other hand to roughly tear open her nightdress, revealing those round, snow-white peaks.

The pink nipples are already standing firm, trembling slightly in the morning light, still showing bite marks from last night's passion.

Shen Qinglan's ears burn red, yet she refuses to back down, her watery eyes staring straight at him: "I want to relive last night's joy... my flower cave feels so empty..."

Chen Nan's eyes darken; he flips her over, pressing her beneath him.

His scorching palm caresses her slender waist, his fingers following the curve of her waist into the hem of her nightdress, directly exploring her already slick pink entrance.

Two fingers effortlessly part the wet flower lips, penetrating the tight, fiery tunnel, the fingertips maliciously pressing the protruding soft spot on the inner wall.

"Ah!" Shen Qinglan arches her neck abruptly, her flower cave contracts violently, spraying warm honey liquid, drenching his fingers.

"This spot was twitching the most last night..." he chuckles lowly, capturing her reddened earlobe in his mouth, his hot breath making her toes curl.

His fingers continue to dig rapidly at that sensitive G-spot, producing squelching sounds.

Her nightdress straps have already slipped, one snow-white breast exposed to the cool air.

Chen Nan bends down, his lips and tongue covering her nipple, his tongue circling the areola quickly, his teeth gently gnawing the swollen buds, while his thumb presses onto her engorged clitoris, roughly rubbing it.

"Mmm... don't... it's too intense..." she pants, her fingertips digging into his back, her flower cave contracting fiercely, spraying more honey liquid, soaking a large part of the sheets.

The pink flower lips turn outward, revealing the crimson inner flesh, which opens and closes with her gasping, exuding transparent love fluid.

Chen Nan's dragon root is swollen painfully, the purple-red head glistening.

He parts her trembling legs, the thick shaft nudging the wet entrance, the dragon head grinding maliciously against the engorged clitoris, not yet entering.

"Wet through..." a wicked smile spreads across his face: "Such a tight little mouth, wanting more?"

Shen Qinglan curls her toes in shame but cannot suppress her body's reaction.

She eagerly lifts her hips, making the scorching head press against her fluttering entrance: "Give it to me... please..."

Chen Nan can no longer restrain himself, gripping her waist, plunging deep inside.

"Ah--!" she arches her neck to scream, her flower cave stretched to its limit by the thick weapon, the inner flesh undulating to encase it.

He can feel every fold of the tight tunnel desperately suctioning his shaft, the scorching flesh wrapping around it like alive.

He begins a savage rhythm, each thrust hitting deep inside her flower cave, the dragon head banging against the soft spot.

Squelching wet sounds echo in the room, mingling with her fragmented moans.

"Slow... slow down... it's too deep..." she pleads tearfully, but he grips her chin and kisses her deeply.

Their saliva drips from the corners of their mouths, onto her bouncing breasts.

Chen Nan suddenly pulls her up, letting her back rest against his chest.

This position allows deeper penetration; she can clearly see her legs spread wide, her stretched flower lips—pink flesh turning outward with each thrust.

Viscous love fluids trail down her inner thighs, glistening lasciviously in the morning light...