Arc 1: Chapter 12:
The Callous Husband and the Spoiled Wife
Feng Qi can only change the method, slowly pulling out the wooden stick in circles in the hole, but this method has little effect; on the contrary, Su Yan is tortured all over her body. It's numb; more fluid is coming out of the lower body.
"Hmm... If you want to pull it out, hurry up, don't be so dawdly!" Su Yan finally couldn't help it and spoke briskly. Let him go on like this; she will be tortured to death!
"Really? Are you not afraid of pain?" Feng Qi couldn't believe it. Yesterday, he saw with his own eyes that blood was leaking from her inside. What if she pulled it out quickly and made her hurt even more? Thinking of this, he turned the wooden stick slightly outward again.
"Huh... Hurry up..." The inner wall of Su Yan's flower hole was rubbed by the wooden stick, and the itching in the hole became even worse, and her lower body felt empty for a while. All she wanted was for Feng Qi to quickly take out the wooden stick and stop torturing her like this.
Feng Qi realized she was not in pain but rather emotional after hearing her charming voice. This realization put him in a good mood, and there was a little smile on the corners of his lips.
"Wife, do you want something thicker and bigger?" There was still a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. He was usually very cold, but now that there was a smile on his face, coupled with his handsome face, anyone who looked at him couldn't move their eyes.
Su Yan was about to reprimand him for his frivolous remarks when she noticed his handsome face and the slightly raised corners of his lips. She couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and even forgot what she wanted to say.
"Is my wife satisfied with my face?" Feng Qi saw that she was looking at his face in a daze, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. He was always confident in his appearance, and when he saw his woman fascinated by him, he was naturally very happy in his heart.
"I didn't look at you!" Su Yan refused to admit it. If she did, wouldn't he be more proud.
"There is a price to pay for lying..." Feng Qi bit her earlobe and spoke in a low voice. After finishing speaking, he gripped the wooden stick tightly and pulled it out with his hand—only with a sound of "plop", the wooden stick completely pulled out of the hole. A thin silver thread is attached to the hole, looking very obscene.
"Ah!" Su Yan yelled excitedly at his sudden movement. How could he suddenly be so fast and with such force, it felt like the tender flesh in the acupoint would be pulled out by him. After the wooden stick was pulled away, Su Yan felt a sense of emptiness in her lower body, and she couldn't help but put her legs together, and the two white and tender legs rubbed against each other to relieve the feeling of emptiness.
After Feng Qi pulled out the wooden stick, he straightened up, staring at her legs with his eyes motionless. The small hole was hard to close because it had been stuffed with the wooden stick all night; even if the wooden stick was pulled out, the hole was still open. A round hole about one finger thick was left, and as the master panted, the hole shrank and contracted, and the pink and tender flesh inside could be vaguely glimpsed. The next moment, he saw two white and tender thighs rubbing against each other. It seemed that the itching in the acupuncture point was extremely itchy, and I couldn't bear it!
Feng Qi couldn't take it anymore; he quickly took off his clothes, and the angry dragon jumped out from under him. Due to long-time endurance, the angry dragon was already extremely thick, with its head raised and ready to attack at any time.
Seeing the look of the angry dragon "rising," Su Yan's fear came back to her heart, and she begged tremblingly: "You can't come in; I'm already injured; you will make my wound worse!"
But Feng Qi knew that she was lying. In fact, her wound has already stopped hurting; otherwise, she would have cried out in pain when he pulled out the wooden stick so hard just now, so why would she only shout once?
But since she said that, Feng Qi suddenly thought of a good idea: "Then how about helping you with the medicine?"
Su Yan actually thought that he was going to help her with the medicine, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and just took the medicine. Well, as long as he doesn't come in. But in the next second, she saw Feng Qi take out the medicine bottle and wipe it on his meat stick. "You, what are you doing? I don't want to take medicine anymore!" She seemed to know what he meant by "taking medicine."
Feng Qi said seriously: "Then can I do it without medicine? Didn't you just say that the wound hurts? After taking medicine, it will not hurt anymore."
Blocking her mouth, Su Yan pushed her hands against his chest. Feng Qi grabbed her troublesome little hand with one hand and fixed it on top of her head, and with the other hand, he supported the body of the stick and slowly punctured her flower hole.
"Hmm..." When the stick entered, Su Yan let out a low cry, and her little hands were also wriggling to break free, but the resistance was not as fierce as last time. It seems that due to the opening of the wooden stick, her flower hole is not so tight, and this time she is obviously sensitive; the hole is lubricated with flower fluid, and it is not as dry as last time.
As soon as Feng Qi entered, he was enveloped by a warm and tight feeling. Although the hole was still tight, it didn't make it as difficult for him to move as it was last time. He fought the urge to thrust wildly and instead squeezed his dickens in slowly. Although Su Yan's wound didn't hurt anymore, she couldn't stand his crazy attack; otherwise, the wound that was almost healed would burst open.
His meat stick was slowly thrusting into the hole; given Su Yan's wound, the thrusting speed was neither too fast nor too deep; it was just a taste. But this method is more tormenting than a stormy attack. Su Yan is very itchy, but the stick is only shallow, and it can't reach the inside at all!
"Hmm... go deeper..." Su Yan had lost her mind, and begged Feng Qi.
"Are you sure?" Feng Qi actually couldn't stand this way for a long time, and hearing her say that, his heart was already moved.
"Huh... Hurry up..." As soon as Su Yan finished speaking, she felt that her hole was being hit hard—"Ah!" She let out a contented sigh, her face full of expressions of enjoyment.
"Mmm... um..." After receiving her request, Feng Qi began to thrust deeply; every time he pushed deeply into the flower's heart, he only pulled out a small amount and then pushed deeply again. Although this method is not intense, it can reach the deepest point every time, eliminating Su Yan's sense of emptiness. But Feng Qi couldn't bear it anymore, he cared about Su Yan's body, so he couldn't attack aggressively, so he could only use such a gentle way, and when she recovered, he must get her back with interest!
The small space was filled with various sounds: the creaking sound of the big bed, the moaning sound of the woman, the low growl of the man restrained—all kinds of sounds were intertwined to form a magnificent movement.
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