[ Xiangyue's experience, of course, is as far from Yingxing's as possible. She has sex everyday, and on most days more than once. Most of her experiences are reasonable enough, but as a rule, clients are there for the service she provides. Their interest in pleasing her is next to none. She doesn't blame them, of course. It's a fact of the job.
Occasionally, she gets a client who wants to show off. Make her remember them. Give her the best time she's ever had.
Ironically, those ones are often the worst, so caught up in their own ego that they don't truly have time for her.
Yingxing is already different. She can tell herself it's ego, but it's more than that. It's confidence, paired with a genuine, honest desire to make her keep him in her mind. And she's afraid of how well it's working. Of how well it worked before he even started to try. Her status as Dan Feng's reincarnation is no doubt part of his interest, as well as dictating her own towards him, but...
Two fingers slide into her, and she forgets to dwell on it. Her hips stutter against his touch, and she moans against his mouth, neglecting even to make a teasing comment in answer to what he says next. ]
[ she's so incredibly warm inside, clutching his fingers tightly, her inner walls as soft as satin and wet at sin, allowing him to begin sliding in and out of her without issue, starting up a slow, deep rhythm. he's trying not to think of dan feng, for that would be a disservice to her, but the body remembers more than it lets on, and his fingers curl within her just in the way that dan feng liked, the pads of his fingertips rubbing up against her upper walls, tight to the bone, massaging in slow, wide circles.
and all the while he kisses her, swallowing up the sweet sounds she makes, the soft moans that he can tell are genuine, because they're well timed with the involuntary fluttering of her cunt around his knuckles. some things are not easily hidden, when pleasure is involved.
gods, he wants more. he wants to give her everything he promised, and then some. she deserves it. she deserves the raw pleasure, and to feel like, for once, it's all about her.
using his weight, yingxing tips her onto her back, breaking the kiss so he can drag his mouth instead along her jaw and down her throat, tracing the straining tendon there, tongue dragging over her pulse. he doesn't stop until he's kissing down the center of her chest, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then turning to mouth over one of her breasts, sucking slow at the rosy pink of a nipple. ]
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Occasionally, she gets a client who wants to show off. Make her remember them. Give her the best time she's ever had.
Ironically, those ones are often the worst, so caught up in their own ego that they don't truly have time for her.
Yingxing is already different. She can tell herself it's ego, but it's more than that. It's confidence, paired with a genuine, honest desire to make her keep him in her mind. And she's afraid of how well it's working. Of how well it worked before he even started to try. Her status as Dan Feng's reincarnation is no doubt part of his interest, as well as dictating her own towards him, but...
Two fingers slide into her, and she forgets to dwell on it. Her hips stutter against his touch, and she moans against his mouth, neglecting even to make a teasing comment in answer to what he says next. ]
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and all the while he kisses her, swallowing up the sweet sounds she makes, the soft moans that he can tell are genuine, because they're well timed with the involuntary fluttering of her cunt around his knuckles. some things are not easily hidden, when pleasure is involved.
gods, he wants more. he wants to give her everything he promised, and then some. she deserves it. she deserves the raw pleasure, and to feel like, for once, it's all about her.
using his weight, yingxing tips her onto her back, breaking the kiss so he can drag his mouth instead along her jaw and down her throat, tracing the straining tendon there, tongue dragging over her pulse. he doesn't stop until he's kissing down the center of her chest, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then turning to mouth over one of her breasts, sucking slow at the rosy pink of a nipple. ]