Chapter 76 Qin Wanshu and Zuo Qinghuan: A Shared Passion
Qin Wanshu's hair dried quickly. Zuo Qinghuan, inhaling Qin Wanshu's sweet fragrance, couldn't resist lifting Qin Wanshu's black hair and pressing her lips to it. She followed the line of that pale, white neck, slowly moving upwards to the delicate chin, gently nibbling. She reached out and pulled open Qin Wanshu's bath towel, her body applying a slight pressure onto Qin Wanshu's. Qin Wanshu offered no resistance, smoothly lying down. Zuo Qinghuan lifted the blanket, covering both her own and Qin Wanshu's bodies underneath.
Zuo Qinghuan's lips met Qin Wanshu's, and after a lingering, entwined kiss, Zuo Qinghuan's lips moved to her neck, then downwards. Her entire head disappeared under the covers. At this moment, any words were superfluous.
The blanket covering Zuo Qinghuan and her own body prevented Qin Wanshu from seeing Zuo Qinghuan, or her actions. This spared Qin Wanshu from having to face the lewd scene and feeling a sense of shame or discomfort. However, the sensations in her body became even more acute and honest. She felt Zuo Qinghuan's kisses falling like raindrops on every inch of her skin, slowly moving downwards. She felt Zuo Qinghuan's incredibly nimble tongue moving from the inside of her thigh, extremely slowly, towards the center of her legs, even so slow that it made Qin Wanshu a little nervous...
Qin Wanshu couldn't help but grip the bedsheets. Although she couldn't see Zuo Qinghuan's actions, she could feel her legs being opened by Zuo Qinghuan. She felt the wet, hot tongue press against her equally wet place, the nimble tongue and fingertips bringing an unprecedented pleasure. She felt her body starting to uncontrollably gush with slippery fluid. Inside, she was almost driven mad by this pleasure. Qin Wanshu's hands tightly clutched the bedsheets, the neatly made bed becoming completely rumpled by Qin Wanshu's grip...
In the darkness, Zuo Qinghuan felt that Qin Wanshu's body was even wetter than last time, and her body wasn't as tense. Her lips couldn't resist following the scent from the tip of her nose, pressing in, licking and teasing. She knew this was the scent of Qin Wanshu's body, the scent of lust, alluring and fragrant. Qin Wanshu's body would bloom under her tongue and fingertips. The thought of this excited Zuo Qinghuan immensely, even causing a bit of wetness to emerge from between her own legs.
Qin Wanshu's body couldn't withstand the increasing waves of pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan softly. This sound made Qin Wanshu incredibly shy, but she was completely unable to control it.
Her body was quickly aroused and stimulated by Zuo Qinghuan to the critical point of pleasure. After a spasm of contractions, her body went limp, her consciousness seemingly drained away.
Zuo Qinghuan knew that Qin Wanshu had reached her climax, and only then did she stop her movements. She felt very hot herself, unsure if it was because she was tucked under the covers, or because she was also aroused, or perhaps both. Zuo Qinghuan poked her head out from under the blanket, her forehead covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"Idiot, were you trying to suffocate yourself?" Qin Wanshu said to Zuo Qinghuan, smiling. Because her body had just been washed over by lust, Qin Wanshu's eyes still carried the lingering traces of desire. Those usually clear eyes now held a captivating allure that was absolutely unseen in normal times, utterly intoxicating. A woman in the throes of passion is at her most charming and alluring, and Zuo Qinghuan saw this proven in Qin Wanshu. Seeing Qin Wanshu's enticing appearance made Zuo Qinghuan want to have another round.
"To die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, one would be romantic." Zuo Qinghuan buried her face in the fullness of Qin Wanshu's soft breasts, gently rubbing. It seemed that not only were the ancients willing to be romantic ghosts, but she was too.
"Do you want it too?" Qin Wanshu's fingertips slid to Zuo Qinghuan's pointed chin, lifting Zuo Qinghuan's face and asking. Zuo Qinghuan's face was also flushed with a deep blush, incredibly alluring. And she felt Zuo Qinghuan subtly rubbing against her body, seemingly wanting something.
Zuo Qinghuan grabbed Qin Wanshu's other hand and placed it between her own legs, letting Qin Wanshu feel her desire.
Qin Wanshu felt her fingers immediately become wet with that slippery fluid, perhaps even wetter than her own had been, a clear sign of arousal.
"What do you think?" Zuo Qinghuan looked at Qin Wanshu with a slightly burning gaze, asking in return, her body involuntarily pressing closer to Qin Wanshu's, seeking release. "It's only polite to return the favor." Qin Wanshu found the best excuse for what she was about to do. She proactively kissed Zuo Qinghuan's lips, and with a slight exertion of her body, easily pinned Zuo Qinghuan beneath her. Of course, this was also related to Zuo Qinghuan's willingness to be pushed down. Qin Wanshu, relying on her excellent memory, returned everything Zuo Qinghuan had done to her, back to Zuo Qinghuan, and without missing a single detail.
Qin Wanshu's movements were clearly very inexperienced, but Zuo Qinghuan's body was easily aroused, giving an extremely enthusiastic response. Zuo Qinghuan's legs naturally wrapped around Qin Wanshu's waist. Zuo Qinghuan, with her excellent flexibility, was like a snake, tightly entwining Qin Wanshu's body. The pose was extremely lewd, and Qin Wanshu's face flushed crimson at the sight. Compared to her own restraint and forbearance in bed, Zuo Qinghuan was so passionate, so unrestrained. Yet, she couldn't dislike it even a bit; in fact, she liked it intensely, liked it so much that she wanted to do even more excessive things to her. Qin Wanshu felt a deep sense of guilt about this desire in her heart. Would there be a day when she too would be assimilated by this woman, becoming like this... like this...?
Qin Wanshu's fingers traced lightly across Zuo Qinghuan's back, It was the first time she had touched Zuo Qinghuan's skin, Young, supple, and resilient skin. Qin Wanshu's fingers traced the line of Zuo Qinghuan's spine, slowly gliding from top to bottom, all the way to her tailbone. The sensitive Zuo Qinghuan jerked/gasped from the stimulation, a pleasurable shiver running down her spine. Zuo Qinghuan felt as if Qin Wanshu's fingers were casting a spell on her body; where they passed, a feeling arose that was exquisitely pleasurable, yet almost unbearably intense. Unable to help herself, Zuo Qinghuan writhed, pressing her body flush against Qin Wanshu, craving more of her touch. To Zuo Qinghuan, Qin Wanshu was the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. When this woman was making love to her, even the slightest caress was enough to turn her body into a pool of springwater, completely at Qin Wanshu's mercy.
When Qin Wanshu buried her head between her legs, tongue already seeking her most sensitive spot, and seeing the goddess of her heart devouring her like this, the visual and psychological stimulation made Zuo Qinghuan wild with desire. Her core was drenched, a complete mess, the pleasure intensified exponentially by the mental stimulation, the image of Qin Wanshu worshipping her.
Qin Wanshu looked up at Zuo Qinghuan. That beautiful face was still as ethereal as ever, but its bright flush and parted lips revealed an endless, almost animalistic, desire. Far from feeling incongruous, it was like a fairy secretly descending to the mortal realm to savor the forbidden pleasures of the flesh – a beautiful and taboo feeling, making one want to lose themselves completely in her, to stain her with more of the world's earthly passions, to mark her.
Zuo Qinghuan's hand gently caressed Qin Wanshu's head, her fingers tangling in her hair. Zuo Qinghuan herself didn't know if she was pressing down, demanding more, or, already unable to bear it, trying to push her away in a weak, futile gesture. But she knew that the pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that it almost made her faint. Her body was utterly limp, devoid of strength, at the complete mercy of Qin Wanshu's mouth. She knew that Qin Wanshu had brought her to a shattering climax with just her tongue. It turned out that no great skill was needed; it was simply because it was her, Qin Wanshu, that her body so shamefully and completely surrendered, giving itself over entirely to the pleasure.
Qin Wanshu hadn't realized she could have such a devastating effect on Zuo Qinghuan. Zuo Qinghuan's body couldn't have been more honest, its every quiver and clench a testament to her pleasure. Her moans, rising higher and higher, cresting with each wave of exquisite sensation, were the best possible affirmation and encouragement for Qin Wanshu, fueling her own desire.
Qin Wanshu's fingers circled and lingered on the outside, teasing the slick folds, then, seizing an opportune moment, suddenly plunged inside. The tight, wet, and yielding sensation within, the heat of Zuo Qinghuan's arousal, was unfamiliar, yet intoxicating, to Qin Wanshu. She moved her fingers cautiously, tentatively, exploring the velvety depths. Zuo Qinghuan arched her back sharply from the stimulation, pressing herself flush against Qin Wanshu, seeking deeper contact. Softness pressed against softness, flesh against flesh, a sensation that made both of them gasp, a shared intake of breath.
'It won't break. Be bolder... Fuck me...' Zuo Qinghuan was almost driven mad by the slow, timid movement of the fingers inside her. Although it felt good, agonizingly so, it was also torturous, a slow burn that demanded release.
Qin Wanshu had been afraid of hurting Zuo Qinghuan, of tearing that delicate flesh, but with Zuo Qinghuan's words, her desperate plea, she dared to thrust her fingers more boldly, deepening the penetration and increasing the rhythm.
'Like that... yes, just like that... faster... harder... Ah... No more... I can't...' Zuo Qinghuan felt that Qin Wanshu had quickly grasped the essence of it, mastering her body, and now she couldn't take it anymore, on the brink of a shattering release.
Wave after wave of immense pleasure, spasms of ecstasy, crashed over Zuo Qinghuan. She was utterly defeated, her body convulsing uncontrollably, soon drowning in the waves, lost in the throes of orgasm, unable to calm down for a long time, her inner muscles milking Qin Wanshu's fingers.
Qin Wanshu discovered that Zuo Qinghuan's body reached its peak, its explosive climax, much faster than her own. It seemed to take almost no effort; she came so easily, so intensely. Was this body simply too sensitive, or did she, Qin Wanshu, have that much of an irresistible influence on her, able to bring her to such heights of pleasure with just her touch?
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