I Really Want to Eat... Eat Your Hard Cock...
Gu Qingcheng felt both pain and pleasure, moaning lewdly nonstop. But with her head pinned under Lin Zimo's big foot and buried in the sheets, all that escaped were muffled roars. The more she couldn't cry out, the more intense the pleasure built inside her slutty hole.
That sensation of being suppressed, humiliated, abused, and degraded—all of it converged on her ass and pussy, just like she was truly being raped. The ecstasy crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her completely.
"Mmm... ah... I can't take it anymore, brother... I can't... I'm cumming, ah... gonna cum, I'm dying, ah..."
The more Gu Qingcheng struggled, the fiercer the pleasure surged. She pushed her head up hard, shoving aside the foot on it, and let loose with wild screams. Her slutty tongue lolled out as she twisted around, showing off her full-on seductive state to her perfect boyfriend, Lin Zimo.
Seeing that whorish look, Lin Zimo's massive cock twitched wildly inside her pussy. His piss slit tightened, and a powerful urge to shoot hit him. He couldn't hold back anymore. After a few brutal thrusts, his big hands clamped down on Gu Qingcheng's body, ramming his cock as deep as possible. Spurt, spurt—he unleashed thick ropes of cum.
"Ah... I'm shooting, shooting, baby... so much cum, fuck your mom's cunt, that feels so good... Seeing that slutty face of yours at the end, I just lost it, shit... you're such a cock-hungry whore."
Lin Zimo groaned in bliss as he pumped his load into Gu Qingcheng's pussy, collapsing onto her back and praising her sexiness. She panted heavily, glancing at her phone—one minute till their agreed time. She had to get dressed fast.
She rolled over, planted a fierce kiss on Lin Zimo's face, and stood up. Seeing the cum about to drip from her pussy, she snatched her thong from the floor and yanked it on. Lin Zimo said, "Me too, wait up. I'll get dressed... we'll go eat together."
...
They stepped out into the living room together—and there was the familiar sight: Gu's dad and mom on the sofa, watching TV.
Seeing them emerge at noon, Gu's mom grinned even wider and called out warmly.
"Zimo, Qingcheng—play all you want, but take care of your bodies. We've had the kitchen make you some tonic soup. Come drink it."
Gu's dad chuckled along.
They couldn't get enough of this son-in-law.
Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng joined Gu's parents at the table for lunch.
Under their eager gazes, the couple meekly slurped down the tonic soup.
Only after watching them finish two big bowls did Gu's mom smile and drag Gu's dad out the door.
Little punks—last time when we weren't around, you dumped the tonic on the golden retriever.
If the neighbor ladies' dogs hadn't all come sniffing around it, I never would've caught on.
Gu Qingcheng set down her bowl, face flushing, only after her parents left.
Lin Zimo just smiled helplessly. Fine, whatever—meat soup it was.
They played some games together for a bit, then Gu Qingcheng grabbed her laptop and switched to CEO mode.
"Li Na, have someone dig into Yin Zhiping's other businesses and backers... In three days, I want him regretting the day he fucked with me!"
Her secretary on the line replied respectfully, "Yes, President Gu. I'll get it handled right away..."
Lin Zimo lounged on the study sofa, watching Gu Qingcheng work intently. In her suit skirt, she looked sharp and unapproachable.
Not only was Gu Qingcheng stunningly gorgeous, she was a genius too—top-tier at management and tech alike.
Three days later, before Yin Zhiping's people could ID Lin Zimo, his Yin Group and Songhelou Hotel were crushed into bankruptcy by Gu Qingcheng.
Only then did Yin Zhiping realize his mistake in crossing Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng.
His puny power couldn't handle his oversized ambitions. To the Gu family, squashing him was like pinching an ant.
Meanwhile, Lin Zimo and Gu Qingcheng kept up the lovey-dovey act in front of her parents—pure couple bliss.
Like feeding each other fruit: Gu Qingcheng gave Lin Zimo a bite of apple; he fed her banana.
Or gaming: her half-reclined in his arms, him leaning back on the sofa, cradling her soft body.
Sweet duo-queueing, cozy and romantic, dominating lobbies and enraging single players everywhere.
After days of covert watching, Gu's parents finally bought it—Gu Qingcheng and Lin Zimo were for real, not scamming them.
With Gu's dad's resources, checking when Lin Zimo entered his daughter's life was child's play.
Skepticism made sense—until they saw it with their own eyes.
Truth was, Gu Qingcheng had genuinely fallen for Lin Zimo. Their feelings were real.
That day, as usual, Gu Qingcheng lay in Lin Zimo's arms. Suddenly, she blushed and whispered something to him.
Lin Zimo's eyes went wide in shock!
He stared at her shy, flushed cheeks.
"Qingcheng, what did you say?"
Gu Qingcheng's heart pounded like mad.
Her hands clutched her skirt hem, fingers trembling from nerves.
That unconscious fidget only amplified her shyness.
"Zimo, we..." Her voice trailed off, barely audible from embarrassment.
Gu Qingcheng had been teased nonstop by Lin Zimo's hugs, touches, and sweet moves— she was at her limit.
Lin Zimo, force-fed tonic by her mom, was pent-up as hell too.
Her occasional quickies weren't cutting it anymore.
Hearing her now, he didn't care it was broad daylight. "Sure, baby. Whatever you want."
Gu Qingcheng nestled against him, gazing at his handsome face and doting smile.
Her heart nearly burst. She leaned in slow.
"Zimo... I wanna kiss you."
Lin Zimo inhaled her intoxicating scent, voice low and seductive. "Qingcheng, kiss me however you want."
Their eyes locked.
Each saw themselves reflected in the other's gaze, breaths mingling.
The air turned electric with tension.
Gu Qingcheng's exquisite face burned red, her plump pink lips parted invitingly.
Lost in lust, their lips met.
Hers tasted like the sweetest fruit, yielding for his kiss.
Lin Zimo's tongue slipped past, tangling with hers.
Her hands braced on his chest; her body quivered in his arms.
They clung tight, kissing till the world faded...
A while later.
Gu Qingcheng's blazer hit the floor. Her white shirt buttons were popped, baring a landscape of heaving peaks.
Tired, she buried her face in his chest, tracing circles on him with a flushed finger.
Lin Zimo's big hand slid under her top, groping her gorgeous tit. She nearly yelped at the rough squeeze—biting his shirt saved her.
"Oh... fuck... so goddamn soft... shit."
He marveled at the pillowy feel, bouncy and firm. Best part: no bra. Total vacuum.
His already raging cock throbbed harder, straining his pants, dying to plunge into her pussy or mouth.
"Ah... brother... easy, easy with the pinching, my tits feel so good... Mmm... ah... keep going, both hands, both... yes, like that, ah... so good... I'm dying of pleasure, oh..."
Gu Qingcheng whimpered softly into him—their private lewd symphony.
Getting her tits mauled in the living room amped her up. Her pussy clenched, gushing juices that soaked her thong!
Lin Zimo mauled her tits savagely, kneading the tender flesh.
Soon she was panting, body melting— but he showed no mercy. Eyes bloodshot, reason slipping.
Gu Qingcheng, this ultimate goddess, seducing him—twice today. Unthinkable. Unreal.
How could he not lose it?
He shoved his hand inside her top, ravaging her pale jugs wildly.
The silky flesh in his palm, the electric touch, her quaking body—it drove him mad. He squeezed harder, plump tits spilling from his fingers. She bit down hard to stifle screams.
Any louder in the living room, and they'd be busted.
"Hah, fuck, these tits... so fucking soft... Qingcheng, fuck your mom's cunt, I can't hold it. I wanna fuck you... pound that pussy, yeah? I can't take it. Feel it yourself—my big cock's rock-hard, shit, I'm dying here."
His growled plea made her hand drift from his chest to his crotch. One touch: bingo. His thick shaft bulged like a tent.
Harder than she'd imagined. In the living room, she'd have ripped his pants off for a sloppy BJ.
Lots of big cocks out there—but rock-solid ones? Rare.
Iron-rod hard? Elite tier.
Lin Zimo's was exactly that: fully engorged perfection.
And every time he fucked her with it, her orgasms hit like tsunamis, wave after relentless wave.
"Ah... feel that, baby? Brother's cock... hard, right?"
Gu Qingcheng cooed shyly, "So hard... insanely hard... amazing... Mmm... ah... I really want to eat it... eat your hard cock, ah..."
Her slutty seductive gaze had Lin Zimo checking—no parents around.
"Baby, come kneel. Suck my cock. They won't see. Be good."
Glancing around—no sign of mom or dad—she knelt prettily on the living room floor, rubbing her face on his bulge.
"Ah... fuck, yes... so goddamn good... you little slut, unzip me. Suck my cock."
She shot him a seductive glare, obediently tugged his pants halfway down. His rigid meat sprang free, slapping her face. Shy and thrilled, she drooled at the thick black shaft. Her tongue flicked a bulging vein on the underside.
That lick jolted him; his cock shuddered. She knew—the living room thrill made it hypersensitive.
No more teasing. Her glossy lips parted, engulfing the swollen head. Salty, musky—intoxicating.
"Mmm... ah... your cock... so stinky, but... so tasty. Qingcheng loves it... loves your stinky cock, ah... mmm... the stinkier, the more I crave it... ah..."
She slurped the head, inching down the girthy length. Lin Zimo had never had this—in her family home, living room no less. First time for both.
The world was his. Her blowjob bliss, those obedient-yet-slutty eyes.
This goddess on her knees, worshipping his cock, sucking hard, praising its stink—the more rank, the better.
He was in ecstasy, lost in her service.
Her hot, wet mouth gripped tight, tongue swirling the shaft, attacking his slit like she wanted to drain his soul.
He loved it. Pleasure spiked; his hands flailed.
Her seductive eyes caught it. She popped off, stroking his slobbery cock, gazing up. "Put your hands on my head... pet me."
Back in her mouth she went. Guided now, he cradled her head, moving with her bobs.
Smooth, silky hair—jet-black, thick, healthy.
She amped up, deepthroating in the living room.
True deepthroaters were unicorns—let alone a bombshell like Gu Qingcheng. No man could resist.
Lin Zimo sure couldn't.
Many conquests, few deepthroaters; goddess-level? One in a million. She was it.
His head hit a super-tight tunnel—bliss. He bucked instinctively, prodding her soft throat from his seat.
"Mmm... ah... gurgle... gurgle... cough... easy, ah... cough... too loud!"
His thrust gagged her. She lightly smacked his thigh; he stilled. She pulled off, gasping. Living room rules—no overkill. She loved rough throat-fucks, but noise meant disaster if parents heard.
As Lin Zimo geared for more...
She stood, wiped her drool-slick lips, and sat beside him. Her hand pumped his steel rod gently.
Those watery eyes met his, face crimson. "Wait, Zimo... this is the living room. Let's go to the bedroom."