Chapter 47: Help Me Eat This
If her husband could fool around, then Su Qianqian could do the same.
Cheating is a mistake every man makes.
But that kind of mistake wasn’t exclusive to men.
He could have his wife at home while playing the field outside, and Su Qianqian figured she could do the same.
Neither of them was short on money, nor did they lack for looks.
For a good husband, she could endure the loneliness.
But there was no need to keep making herself miserable for a bad husband.
Having come to this realization, Su Qianqian decided to change the way she lived.
’From now on, I’ll earn my own money and live my own life. When it comes to men, it’s not about feelings, it’s just about sex!’
To that end, the first thing she did that morning was call her girlfriends. She planned a get-together, a day of fun, and then she’d find an opportunity to take them all to a nightclub to find those handsome men she’d always wanted to pursue—but had been too sensible to—and have the time of their lives.
Although she hadn’t expected to run into Chenyang at Qin Fei’Er’s house, as far as she was concerned, as long as she was happy with the result, the process didn’t matter!
Besides, she found him even more intriguing, with his handsome looks and a unique charisma that set him completely apart from the men in the nightclubs!
Of course, even though she had resolved to live for herself and no longer suffer in silence, her experience in this department was pitifully scarce.
This was her first time cheating, her first time being teased by a man like this. The novel, thrilling sensation brought her joy, but also left her feeling a little flustered and unsure of what to do.
So as not to seem inexperienced in front of Chenyang, she first pressed a hand to the back of his head.
While letting him have his way with her soft breasts, she placed her other hand on the tent straining against his crotch.
She’d brushed against it a few times in the kitchen earlier, but she hadn’t gotten this close.
The moment her small hand wrapped tightly around it, the thick, hard feeling made her gasp inwardly.
’So big!’
’It’s easily a whole size bigger than my husband’s!’
’If this actually went inside me, it would feel incredible, wouldn’t it?’
The anticipation and desire in her heart made her grit her teeth, and she slid her hand directly past his waistband.
Before she even fully touched it, a scorching heat had already spread across her palm.
As if sensing her call, the massive thing quivered and pressed itself into her hand.
’So hard! So hot!’
"Do you like it?" Chenyang smirked, teasing the bud-like nipple with the tip of his tongue. His hand, which had been on her waist, slowly slid down to cup one of her round buttocks through her skirt.
Su Qianqian’s perky bottom wasn’t as plump and tender as Qin Fei’Er’s, but its firm feel was even better.
As he squeezed, he found it firm yet soft, with a delightful springiness that made him not want to let go.
Su Qianqian smiled, stroking the massive erection a couple of times. "I’d say I like it so far. I just wonder if it’ll be as full of life when it’s time to put it to use!"
"Why don’t you try it and find out?"
With that, Chenyang lifted Su Qianqian, laid her on the bed, and immediately moved on top of her.
Seeing her small, rosy, cherry-like lips, he immediately kissed her.
As Su Qianqian kissed him back, his wandering hand slipped right under the hem of her skirt.
It slid up her fair, smooth legs, quietly arriving at the edge of the mound.
He gently stroked toward the center through her cartoon panties, and his fingertips quickly grew damp.
"Mmm~"
When his finger gently pressed against the gushing spring of her nectar, Su Qianqian’s delicate body trembled, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
This was where her combination of intense desire and lack of experience became apparent.
If it had been Qin Fei’Er, she would have started meeting his every move long ago.
But Su Qianqian didn’t know what to do next. She just lay there with stiff limbs, letting Chenyang have his way with her.
Chenyang was too busy savoring the taste of her kiss and slowly exploring inside her panties to notice her predicament.
He noticed her breathing growing more ragged and the shy blush on her pretty face deepening into a flush. He knew she was getting turned on.
Chenyang didn’t draw it out any longer.
The repeated interruptions with Qin Fei’Er earlier had left him so pent-up he felt ready to burst.
To avoid being interrupted again, he quickly got up and took off his pants.
Then, kneeling before Su Qianqian, he lifted her long, fair legs and slid off her nearly-soaked panties.
The next moment, the once-mysterious place was laid bare before his eyes.
A small, dark thicket of hair sat atop the gently raised mound.
It looked like it had been neatly trimmed, which made it look very appealing and all the more alluring.
Below the mound, she wasn’t shaped like Qin Fei’Er’s butterfly, but more like a single, neat line.
But contrary to what Chenyang had imagined, it was pink and tight, just like Lin Xiaowei’s, with no obvious signs of wear.
’Su Qianqian claimed she’d slept with hundreds, if not a thousand, men, but this didn’t look like it at all.’
’Looks like this beautiful woman was just bluffing.’
"Sister Su, you take really good care of yourself. It’s like a young girl’s."
"Oh, really? Do you like it?"
"Of course I do!"
"Since you like it so much, would you like to taste it for yourself?"
Su Qianqian had heard from more than one of her close friends that it felt incredible to have a man go down on them.
She’d asked her husband to try it before, but he had flatly refused.
Now that she had met Chenyang, she wanted to experience it for herself.