Wait Until I Get Used to Your Length
Lin Zimo sucked in a sharp breath, unsure if it was from pain, pleasure, or that exquisite mix of both.
“Huh? What’s that?” Su Qingya sat up in confusion, curiously lifting her gaze to look.
In an instant, her entire body—from head to toe, inside and out—flushed crimson with embarrassment. She scrambled to crawl off the sofa in a panic.
But the alcohol had truly gone to her head this time. With one misstep, she tumbled right onto Lin Zimo, her face landing perilously close to the rigid shaft.
Lin Zimo gazed at her with strained forbearance, sweat beading on his forehead as he drew in a deep breath.
This pure, unwitting seductress Su Qingya was going to be the death of him. If this kept up, he’d lose control and turn into a total beast.
Fortunately, Su Qingya finally slid off the sofa. Head bowed, her face practically steaming, she stammered, “Y-you… wait here. I’ll go get your gift.” With that, she bolted back to her room.
Lin Zimo stared up at the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his mind replaying the sensation of Su Qingya’s soft, fragrant body pressed against him. The memory lingered intoxicatingly. He let the air conditioner’s chill wash over him, slowly regaining his composure.
Su Qingya dashed into her room’s bathroom, splashing cold water on her face repeatedly until the heat subsided a bit and her wits returned.
Only then did she grab an exquisite wooden box and step out.
By now, Lin Zimo had returned to normal, sitting upright on the sofa with calm poise.
The moment he saw Su Qingya emerge, he stood to say goodbye.
But she approached him instead, holding out the polished wooden box. Biting her plump pink lips, she mustered her courage. “Lin Zimo, the day isn’t over yet. We’re still boyfriend and girlfriend right now. I accepted your gift today, so you have to accept mine. No refusals, or I’ll give you a bad review.”
Lin Zimo chuckled helplessly. “You’ve put it that way, so I guess I have no choice but to accept. Thanks for the gift, my girlfriend.”
Su Qingya’s face lit up instantly. She thrust the box toward him eagerly. “Boyfriend, open it quick—see if you like it.”
Lin Zimo eyed the sleek Patek Philippe logo on the box and flipped it open.
Inside lay an elegant automatic mechanical men’s watch in black and gold, encircled by a ring of brilliant square diamonds—understated yet extravagantly luxurious.
“I love it. Thank you, Su Qingya,” Lin Zimo said sincerely.
He tucked it away, then reached out to ruffle her hair. “It’s getting late. I should head back—get some rest.”
Hearing that he liked it filled Su Qingya with secret joy; she mentally high-fived her own cleverness.
This Patek Philippe worth over a million had originally been custom-ordered for her dad’s Mid-Autumn Festival gift. But since he wasn’t home yet, she’d given it to Lin Zimo first.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had anything suitable for a guy on such short notice. Her dad could get something else tomorrow.
When Su Qingya’s old man found out later: …What a thoughtful daughter, a real little padded jacket—leaks wind like nobody’s business.
As Lin Zimo reached the door, Su Qingya suddenly called out, “Lin Zimo, wait!”
“What’s up?” He turned back, puzzled.
The next second, she grabbed his collar, yanked him down assertively, and pressed her soft, moist pink lips to the corner of his mouth.
“You…”
Lin Zimo’s brain short-circuited.
Meanwhile, ever since realizing that “stick” wasn’t a stick, Su Qingya’s eyes had been glued to the bulge between his legs.
She was dying of curiosity about a man’s cock—especially this massive one.
Her small hand shot forward, gently caressing it with tender strokes.
That thick, long, robust, rock-hard beast grew even more ferocious in her grasp.
She explored lower, and even through his pants, she could feel the throbbing veins pulsing along its length.
This size—it was insanely exaggerated!
“Ah, brother… y-your cock’s so hard… Am I that sexy? You couldn’t hold back for even a minute—it just sprang up like that. How are you this excited?!”
That coquettish whine paired with the cool touch of her little hand sent an unstoppable surge of pleasure electrifying through him like lightning.
Lin Zimo couldn’t take it anymore. His large hand slipped under her low-cut bodycon skirt, seizing those silky, plump, bountiful tits.
His palm went to work, kneading and squeezing relentlessly.
He savored the explosive bliss from Su Qingya’s massive jugs.
“Meeting a campus goddess like you… how the fuck could I not get excited? Shit!”
Right then, Lin Zimo snapped. No way in hell was he turning down a school flower goddess throwing herself at him—only an idiot would!
Su Qingya’s beautiful eyes sparkled like stars. One arm looped around his neck as she moaned sweetly, “Ah, brother… as long as you like it. Mmm, don’t be too rough—be a little gentle… Wait until I get used to your length, until I’m used to your cock inside my little pussy. Then… then you can do whatever you want, okay?”
Lin Zimo groped her while grinning. “Of course, baby… I’ll be gentle. Fuck, your body’s developed perfectly—real tits, so fucking big and soft. Feels amazing!”
Su Qingya’s cheeks burned red—not from shyness, but arousal flushing her skin.
They looked pink and glossy, seductive yet adorably cute.
Lin Zimo tugged her bodycon skirt down, baring those perfect tits to his hungry gaze.
His big hand gently cupped the full mounds, toying with swaths of creamy white breast flesh.
Su Qingya’s features relaxed in bliss, pure ecstasy. “Oh, mmm… ahh, you’re rubbing my tits so good. Oh, it feels so amazing, brother—keep pinching… knead me, knead my boobs. Oh, ahh… I love it so much, love how you knead my tits. It’s so comfy!”
Lin Zimo’s hand pressed a bit firmer; the insane elasticity of her huge tits sent thrilling tingles straight to his brain.
Dopamine flooded him, making his cock throb even harder in his pants.
This woman was this sexy without even trying to seduce him.
If he took her virginity—and she got railed by a few more guys after? Forget it.
“Ah, oh my god… brother, ohh, it’s so big. Your huge cock just got even bigger—heehee, feels so good to touch… Mmm, my pussy’s itchy down there, it’s all wet. I want brother… come fuck me!”
Su Qingya felt that wicked hand relentlessly massaging her breasts, unleashing waves of pleasure.
Her little mouth unleashed soul-melting moans she couldn’t hold back.
She’d tried so hard to restrain herself, but the ecstasy kept spreading through her body!