Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Under the shower, as the water cascaded over both of their skins, heat rose across their bodies. Ling Qingyu and Yang Qingyue danced to their heart's content. Probably, Ling Qingyu was more so than Yang Qingyue, who was mostly surprised and unresponsive.

Well, Ling Qingyu didn't think so. However, she pursued the current advantage she held and showed it with her actions. Her left hand cupped Yang Qingyue's chin and turned the direction toward her.

Ling Qingyu inserted her tongue inside as it waged war over dominance. Due to the surprise, speed, and violence of actions, Yang Qingyue lost terribly without the slightest counterattack and moaned into Ling Qingyu's mouth.

Yang Qingyue leaned back as her body's stability wilted a little causing Ling Qingyu to crane her neck forward. Pursuing the momentum, Ling Qingyu's hands draped over the naked policewoman's waist and rosed, rubbing back and forth.

The water and soap allowed Ling Qingyu's palms to slide smoothly without obstacles, letting Yang Qingyue enjoy her caress. Sensing diminishing resistance, Ling Qingyu attacked Yang Qingyue's chest.

She kneaded the two doughs to her satisfaction, eliciting moans from her lover. Ling Qingyu released Yang Qingyue's lips, allowing her to gain a breath and bite the delicate ears. The stimulation from above and below spun Yang Qingyue's focus. The policewoman was dizzy so much so under proficient hands.

Since they were doing it so many times, Ling Qingyu knew where to pinpoint the exact erogenous spots.

"Ah! Sister Ling….Hmm." Yang Qingyue bit her lips and shut her eyes, as she only saw blissful white in her inner world.

She couldn't fight back and could only follow Ling Qingyu's movement. Her palms covered Ling Qingyu's helplessly.

Not to mention, Ling Qingyu stuck to her from behind, leaving her no opportunity to fight back. She lost control the moment it began. She also didn't dare to wrestle too much, for fear of hurting each other on the slippery floor and could only accept the enemy's encroachment. Well, at least, she enjoyed and felt safe, that was enough.

Soon Ling Qingyu's hands separated, one stayed on the breast as it massaged wantonly, and the other slid downward between the two legs. Yang Qingyue instantly buckled her hips and hissed.

"What's the matter, baby?" Ling Qingyu asked in a low tone. "Can't stand any longer? Why don't you beg me?"

Ling Qingyu's finger even sensed the heat coming out and brushed lightly but avoided the important area. Yang Qingyue naturally moaned in dissatisfaction but begging never came to mind; she was adamant about who was on top.

"Don't even think about it, if you want to stay alone for the rest of your day." Yang Qingyue threatened back. Though her mind couldn't fully concentrate, her sanity hadn't disappeared.

Ling Qingyu shrugged, not minding Yang Qingyue's harsh words. Who didn't want to preserve the last pride but was useless at the end of the day?

She continued to squash the two balls in her hand to her joy, naturally changing left and right to ensure both suffered the same fate.

To show who the boss was, Ling Qingyu's hand on the chest focused on the mountain peaks and pinched them. Yang Qingyue catered according to her movement and stretched her chest upward unconsciously.

As the movement continued, her body pressed more and more against Ling Qingyu's, as if to melt into her body. Very soon, Ling Qingyu landed the final touch, caressed the triangle area and kneaded, then everything broke loose.

It was as if a valve was opened suddenly, the higher pressure lashed out hard. Yang Qingyue squealed and her knees weakened, her figure totally out of stable support.

If it wasn't for Ling Qingyu holding her, she might have splattered onto the floor. Ling Qingyu's nostrils smelled the light fragrance combined with the soap's existence and sighed comfortably.

"The game hasn't started and you're finished?" Ling Qingyu teased.

Yang Qingyue merely rolled her eyes and didn't say a word but her blushing skin had betrayed her thought. Not sure if it was due to extreme sensation or because she was too shy to speak.

With Yang Qingyue no longer able to move, Ling Qingyu lifted her up and decided to pause the session and concentrate more on finishing the bath.

She soaped every part of the skin, ignoring Yang Qingyue's flaming eyes and also washed herself together. Fortunately, the water extinguished Ling Qingyu's burning desire for a while. Otherwise, the two might not be able to get out of the bathroom.

After a while, Ling Qingyu carried away Yang Qingyue in a princess hug. The policewoman leaned feebly without strength, exhausted from Ling Qingyu's technique. Although the mind remained refreshed, the body wanted to be lazy.

Of course, Ling Qingyu had wiped everything clean but their hair remained wet. She could carry on the main theme but decided against it after health considerations. No one wanted to catch a cold because of playfulness and carelessness.

She put Yang Qingyue on the chair in front of the mirror and carefully dried her hair, using a hair dryer. The howling heat blew across strands of the hairline, evaporating any droplets hanging on the hair.

Closing the dryer, Ling Qingyu placed her face beside Yang Qingyue's and smiled at the reflection. "Shall we begin?"

Yang Qingyue nodded and smacked Ling Qingyu's cheeks. "Love me dear. Just be gentle and mindful of not being too aggressive."

"Naturally, who could bear to hurt my goddess."

"Who knows? You're indeed a wolf in human skin," humphed Yang Qingyue but her eyes turned warm. This bastard at least knew the importance, of not forgetting to take care of her wet hair before following the primal urge.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Afterward, Ling Qingyu threw Yang Qingyue on the bed and strived to the main theme. Yang Qingyue curled up and covered her face, embarrassed under Ling Qingyu's fierce gaze.

This time, they were for real, no soothing touch nor outside techniques, but pure direct inside. Ling Qingyu pushed away the hands covering the face and kissed Yang Qingyue, her hands never forgetting to also warm up other vital zones.

As Ling Qingyu's head crawled in downward direction, Yang Qingyue catered to the warm smooches and kisses, drawing lines and patterns over her skin. When Ling Qingyu's breath hovered at the real junction, Yang Qingyue shivered from pleasure.

How proficient Ling Qingyu foreplay was that Yang Qingyue nearly climaxed! Not desiring to lose again, Yang Qingyue changed her approach, trying hard not to indulge but to her dismay, her mouth opened wide and uttered a sonorous song as soon as Ling Qingyu's tongue began to work.

"Oh heaven! Sister Ling!" Yang Qingyue clenched the white sheets underneath and threw her head into the bed. "Don't…Don't stop."

Her waist seemed to lose gravity and floated toward Ling Qingyu. Her hips wiggled depending on Ling Qingyu's rhythm. The only outlet for Yang Qingyue was her voice and her knuckles turning white.

Soon, she couldn't stand any longer and forcefully slammed Ling Qingyu's head. Her head turned left and right as her hairline fluttered.

Ling Qingyu didn't expect her lover's response to be so ferocious that she was stunned breathless by Yang Qingyue's courage and realized perhaps this was body's natural response.