Dashing Student

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled golden hues in the room.

Xu Qinghuan's skin shimmered like pearls under the sunlight. She tilted her head slightly, a strand of raven hair slipping from her shoulder, accentuating the delicate lines of her collarbone.

"What's Mr. Chen's desire for me?" Her red lips parted slightly, her voice as sweet as melted honey, while her fingertips playfully traced along her slender waistline, finally stopping at her full hips.

Chen Nan's gaze deepened as he reached out, gripping her slim ankle, pulling her closer.

Xu Qinghuan instinctively kneeled between his legs, her long neck arching back slightly, forming a graceful curve.

She could feel that hot hardness pressing against her inner thigh, yet she intentionally maintained a teasing distance.

"Qinghuan is quite naughty today!" Chen Nan chuckled lowly, his thumb brushing over her slightly moist lips, making her tremble.

He loved her seemingly resistant, yet welcoming demeanor, like a proud cat pretending to resist, even knowing she couldn't escape.

Xu Qinghuan's eyes danced, her slender fingers gliding slowly down Chen Nan's chest, lingering between the ridges of his abs, her face flushed as she whispered, "Because... I want to see Mr. Chen anxious!"

Suddenly, she leaned forward, her tongue lightly licking over the peak of his chest, while her hand slid down to grasp that burning hardness.

Chen Nan's breath caught; her palm was soft yet firm, applying just the right amount of pressure, making him involuntarily arch his back.

At that moment, Xu Qinghuan released him, instead supporting herself on either side of him, lowering herself with elegance.

She could feel the large tip slowly stretching her open, her moist path being filled inch by inch.

"Mmm..."

Her brows knitted slightly, a sweet sigh escaping her red lips.

Unlike Lin Nianwei's tightness, her inner softness was more like a warm velvet, wrapping around in layers.

Chen Nan held onto her slender waist, feeling each delicate tremor inside her, the intense engulfing sensation was incredibly pleasant.

The sunlight gilding her body, clearly highlighting the tiny beads of sweat sliding from her collarbone, dripping onto their joined bodies, adding a touch of decadent beauty.

"Is it pleasant?" His voice was hoarse, thumb gently caressing the sensitive dip of her waist.

Xu Qinghuan didn't answer with words, only with action - she began to move slowly up and down, making that hardness thrust in and out of her.

Her movements were as graceful as a dance, each descent perfectly grazing that sensitive spot, evoking waves of tingling pleasure.

Lin Nianwei, having caught her breath by now, nestled behind Xu Qinghuan, her hands cupping her perky breasts.

Her fingertips tweaked the erect peeks, while her mouth took Xu Qinghuan's earlobe, teasing it with her tongue, whispering, "Qinghuan is so hot inside... I can feel it too..."

Xu Qinghuan tilted her head back onto Lin Nianwei's shoulder, her breathing becoming more rapid.

The overwhelming pleasure from front and back almost made her unable to sit upright, forcing her to grasp Chen Nan's arm tightly.

She could distinctly feel the shape inside her, each thrust seemingly aiming to penetrate her very soul, giving her a sense of ethereal euphoria.

The sight drove Chen Nan wild, and he suddenly flipped Xu Qinghuan beneath him.

He seized her slender ankles, placing them over his shoulders, allowing for deeper penetration.

Xu Qinghuan gasped in surprise, her nails digging into his arm, yet only meeting with fiercer thrusts.

"Mr. Chen... slow down!" Her voice fragmented, her inner walls instinctively contracting, craving to keep that source of ultimate pleasure inside.

Lin Nianwei didn't remain idle, kneeling beside Xu Qinghuan, taking one of her nipples into her mouth, skillfully flicking her tongue while her fingers ventured between the engaged bodies, gently rubbing the already swollen bead.

With threefold stimulation, Xu Qinghuan quickly reached the climax.

Her body arched like a bow, her inner walls contracting intensely, a stream of heat rushing out, soaking their intertwined bodies.

Chen Nan too was nearly overwhelmed by the sudden tightness, inhaling deeply, restraining the urge to continue thrusting.

Once Xu Qinghuan calmed slightly, Chen Nan flipped her over, positioning her to kneel on the bed.

This posture allowed him to penetrate deeper, and also admire her elegant back line and the swaying of her hips with each thrust.

Lin Nianwei timely handed over a pillow, tucking it under Xu Qinghuan's waist, making her more comfortable for the love to come.

Chen Nan leaned over, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back, one hand reaching around to fondle her softness, the other grasping her slender waist, initiating a new round of conquest.

This angle allowed him to easily hit the most sensitive soft spot, each entry drawing out Xu Qinghuan's sweet moans.

"Ah... don't... there... it's too deep..." Xu Qinghuan's voice pleaded, fingers clutching the sheets tightly.

Her body felt split in two, half submerged in overwhelming ecstasy, half still acutely aware of each sensation.

Seizing the moment, Lin Nianwei fetched a small bottle from the bedside table, pouring a bit of lubricant on her fingers, then lightly exploring Chen Nan's rear.

Her movements were gentle, merely circling around the edge, yet it was enough to give Chen Nan an unprecedented thrill.

"You two... really know how to play!" Chen Nan panted heavily, the dual assault driving him nearly mad.

He accelerated his thrusts, each one as if trying to pierce Xu Qinghuan completely.

Xu Qinghuan could no longer form coherent words, only emitting broken whimpers, her inner walls persistently contracting as if trying to keep him inside forever.

At that precise moment, Lin Nianwei's finger slightly entered, the perfect amount of pressure driving Chen Nan over the edge.

With a low growl, he embraced Xu Qinghuan tightly, pouring his scorching essence into her.

The sudden surge of warmth sent Xu Qinghuan into another climax, her body violently trembling before collapsing on the bed.

After the passion, only the entangled breathing of the three filled the room.

Chen Nan leaned against the bedhead, one arm around Xu Qinghuan, the other gently caressing Lin Nianwei's hair. Xu Qinghuan lay bonelessly, her cheeks still flushed, nestled lazily in his embrace like a sated cat. Lin Nianwei lay on her side, her fingertips tracing circles on Chen Nan's abs, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Sunlight poured through the curtains, glistening on their skin dotted with sweat, the air filled with the lingering aura of spent desire.

"Mr. Chen... today was really..." Xu Qinghuan's voice was husky, carrying a hint of playful complaint, "more aggressive than usual."

Chen Nan chuckled softly, his fingers gently pinching her chin, "Who started the teasing first?"

Xu Qinghuan pouted, giving him a playful glare, though unable to hide the joy in her eyes.

She shifted slightly, feeling the lingering sensations inside, coloring her cheeks a deeper red.