“Hiss... Nian Nian...” Wynnie’s gaze was still unfocused as she watched . Catg the playful look on face, her expression softened into an alst tender plea. Her voice was terribly low and hoarse, carrying a fragility I couldnt resist: "Go easy on \~"
"Alright," I ceded, "go easy it is." I deliberately slowed pace, evely kissing her lips to soothe her. But as I ved, thu, resting on her body’s exterior, seed to press carelessly against a certain spot. I saw Wynnies instant loss of trol—that shiver seed to spread right to her fiips.
Could that be her sweet spot
The question was ot; the step was iediate verification. So, I plunged ba, using just the right angle ah to precisely graze the spot I had just touched.
Even Wynnie, who was always sters of her self-trol, was now utterly uo tain herself. Her subscious grip letely undisguised, clasping so tightly that I could barely ve.
I raised an eyebrow, a triuhant sle hidden in eyes, and said teasingly, "Xiaobai, relax a little. If you keep squeezing like this, I really won’t be able to ve."
If face had shown genuine distress, Wynnie ght have believed siy. But when she saw the victorious, untainable sle on uth, she instantly recalled her initial fluster. She panted rapidly, saying in a low voice with a hint of anger and pique: "Xin Nian... You!"
"Me what" The trol is ne; why challenge here Without holding ba words, Ipletely drew her into the iy.
Wy out a whier at sudden ve. Her shoulders shook violently, and she reached up to hug tightly.
"Thats the spot, keep going." Her voice was low and breathless, and though she was clearly in the weaker position, it carried a touand.
As luck would have it, Iquite a fan of that dend.
Following her request, I stopped teasing her with words and diligently perford "what was necessary."
She hug