From birth, suckling becomes instinct. Sang Ru felt her chest being vigorously suckled, with his wet, soft tongue occasionally emerging to sweep across the top. She tilted her head back slightly and began to pant, unconsciously threading her fingers through his hair.

At this moment, her entire body suddenly became even more sensitive, with every tiny movement transmitted from that part to her brain’s nerves.

Amid her chest feeling full, Zhou Tingzhao’s hand suddenly slid from her waist into the seam of her pants. Her buttocks were then enveloped, kneaded, and parted from the other cheek.

She tried to escape by wiggling her hips, but there was no escape. After being handled like dough for a while, a finger suddenly pressed against her entrance, rubbing it almost imperceptibly a couple of times.

The downpour on her chest suddenly ceased as Zhou Tingzhao rose above her and said: “You’ve wet my hand completely.”

Sang Ru pushed him away: “Getting wet when feeling good, isn’t that normal?”

“Yes,” Zhou Tingzhao’s eyes held a smile as he suddenly said, “Baby, I’m thirsty.”

What kind of address was this…

Sang Ru had never heard him call her this way before, and her face immediately flushed: “If you’re thirsty, drink some water.”

Zhou Tingzhao didn’t move, still propping himself above her, his gaze growing more intense.

“I’ll get you a glass…” Sang Ru tried to push his arm away to get out, but he pulled her back.

Trapped between his arms, the two somehow engaged in a silent confrontation with their eyes. Zhou Tingzhao looked at her, then suddenly lowered his head to her neck: “I want to drink from you, okay?”

So, do male high school students become self-taught once they get involved in such matters?

The person who had been solemn just moments ago was now seeking intimacy like a child trying to coax someone. Sang Ru felt as if small feathers were tickling her heart. She made a sound as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, and as soon as she did, her neck received a kiss.

A series of kisses traveled along her neck to her face, stopping at her lips: “May I kiss you?”

“If you’re going to kiss, then hurry up…”

The end of her words was trapped between their lips. Zhou Tingzhao kissed her while his hand explored downward, finding soft pubic hair, and was rewarded with hearing her sighs merge into their kiss.

Hot, moist air touched his fingertips. Zhou Tingzhao caressed her flower and said in a husky voice: “Sit on top of me.”

Sang Ru obliged and moved on top of him. Just as she settled on his waist, she was suddenly lifted and moved upward. Sang Ru let out a startled cry, reaching out to brace against the wall in front of her, her legs straddling either side of his head.

Her heart pounded wildly. Sang Ru looked down to see Zhou Tingzhao smiling between her legs: “I meant for you to sit here.”

Zhou Tingzhao didn’t give Sang Ru a chance to retort. He tilted his head slightly and touched her with his lips and tongue, leaving Sang Ru unable to speak further.

She closed her eyes, and all her sensory awareness seemed to focus on her entrance. Before her eyes was darkness, yet within this darkness, she could trace the situation below by following his movements.

He had kissed her moments ago, and now he was giving her intimate area a few gentle kisses as if cherishing it, making her feel numb with pleasure. Zhou Tingzhao extended his tongue, licking along the entire crevice. She instinctively felt more fluid flowing from inside, which must have been cleaned away by his repeated licking.

Soft yet firm, the tongue was perhaps the ideal instrument for comforting her intimate area. After parting her lips and entering, Sang Ru could no longer hold back the moans in her throat.

“Mmm… don’t go deeper… mmm ah… more…”

Her words became disjointed. Zhou Tingzhao seemed to be laughing, then suddenly switched to using his teeth to gently grind against her bud. Although her small bud had already hardened with excitement, it was no match for the hardness of his teeth, becoming incredibly sensitive with just a slight rubbing.

Sang Ru couldn’t bear it and tried to lift her hips, but Zhou Tingzhao pressed her down, continuing to keep her between his lips and teeth. She trembled and whimpered softly.

“Zhou Tingzhao! Wuwuwu, no more… mmm aah…”

He seemed not to hear. After a while, he finally released that spot and took her entire intimate area into his mouth. The sounds of his sucking and licking traveled upward, and Sang Ru was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she could hardly maintain her position.

When he switched back to using his tongue to stir inside her, Sang Ru finally couldn’t hold on any longer and fell backward, her hands bracing beside him, exposing the entire situation to her eyes.

This was how Zhou Tingzhao had been holding her intimate area as he pleasured her. Even his nose glistened with moisture, presumably from being accidentally brushed against her.

He slowed the pace of his licking and looked up at her.

That kind of gaze was hard to describe—like admiring prey that had fallen into a hunter’s net, yet also as if he would devour her the next second.

Sang Ru’s heart trembled, and as he suddenly increased his assault again, she finally panted through another climax, her lower body shaking uncontrollably, as if something she couldn’t suppress had surged out.

All strength left her at that moment. She lay back on him, allowing Zhou Tingzhao to give her intimate area one last heavy suck.

Her eyelids were half-closed with exhaustion. Sang Ru heard some rustling sounds, and then Zhou Tingzhao changed positions, pressing on top of her. His lips still carried moisture, with a faint hint of a tangy-sweet scent.

He smiled and kissed the corner of her lips, saying, “Baby sprayed so much water. I’m not thirsty anymore.”

Sang Ru reached out to push him away, but couldn’t move him. Instead, he took her hand and kissed it too. Zhou Tingzhao raised his hand to stroke her hair and asked: “Tired?”

She had no strength left and could only make a faint nasal sound: “Mm-hmm.”

“Then lulling you to sleep, would that be considered successful?”

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