Chapter 86

Qi Ya’s right hand, adorned with a ring, went behind her and inserted itself between her and Song Ning’s bodies, searching for the thing pressing against her buttocks.

Her other hand rested on the hand that was kneading her breast, whether from the pain of Song Ning’s pinch or from wanting him to squeeze harder, she couldn’t tell.

Song Ning felt his penis being held by a cool little hand. Each time he squeezed it tightly, it would activate a mechanism on the ring, and the camera next to him would click and snap photos. He knew it was time to take it a step further.

The free hand quietly unbuttoned the girl’s clothes at the chest, and before the glimpse of her inner beauty could be revealed, the restless hand slipped inside.

Ahhhhh

Qi Ya couldn’t help but groan, exhaling a fragrant breath onto Song Ning’s face. It turned out that she had been caught off guard by the sneak attack, and her nipples had been directly pinched, causing her to melt into Song Ning’s arms.

“Snap! Snap!”

Fortunately, Qi Ya didn’t forget to press the shutter button, and every instinctive reaction of her body was carefully recorded by the SLR camera.

While dealing with Song Ning’s sudden attack, holding Song Ning’s penis, and pressing the shutter button, Qi Ya, who was multitasking, had no energy left to stop Song Ning’s other hand.

Song Ning broke free from Qi Ya’s grasp and deftly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. The sides of her clothes drooped slightly due to gravity, revealing a sliver of spring light on the girl’s chest. Perhaps the most eye-catching feature was the deep cleavage between her two breasts.

The hand that had breached the defenses wasn’t about to give up either, slipping under her clothes to grab the other breast. Song Ning kneaded it like dough, though the shape was hidden by her clothes.

Qi Ya gasped for breath, her tongue entwining with Song Ning’s in mid-air. The hand that had just blocked Song Ning now lightly brushed aside her clothes, revealing her left breast, which Song Ning had been holding, as the fabric slipped down her left shoulder.

Then there was her right breast, a sliver of rosy pink peeking out from between Song Ning’s fingers.

When her right shoulder was revealed, Song Ning couldn’t help but glance at it. The girl had a beautifully tattooed “柒” on her shoulder, like a stamp.

The two stopped kissing, looking at the camera and at each other on the screen.

Although Qi Ya’s upper body was still covered by clothes, only her two arms were tucked into the sleeves, leaving her almost completely bare-chested. This erotic scene was so alluring that one could only imagine how tempting the photos would be. Once posted on Twitter, Song Ning would become the envy of everyone.

Song Ning would sometimes pinch both nipples at the same time, sometimes grab one and release the other, sometimes quickly flick them with her index finger, and sometimes press them down to make them sink into the breast flesh. She played with many different styles of kneading her breasts, all of which were recorded by the camera.

After a while, Qi Ya stopped gripping his penis with her right hand, and the camera shutter stopped clicking. Song Ning knew that the girl was urging him to move on.

So his right hand no longer lingered on the peaks, but brushed against Qi Ya’s skin, across her flat stomach, and passed under the bikini bridge formed by her waistband and hips.

The shutter sounded again as Song Ning’s hand moved downwards, and the pleasure of his penis being tightly gripped returned.

His fingers slid over the slightly curved lower abdomen, below which lay the girl’s mature reproductive organs.

The path was perfectly smooth until I reached the raised mons pubis, where I finally touched a few sparse, soft hairs.

“Don’t go any lower!”

The girl in Song Ning’s arms suddenly said that this was the first time Qi Ya had stopped Song Ning from doing anything during their photo shoot today. He stopped immediately, said nothing, and just looked at the camera with a questioning gaze.

Qi Ya naturally saw Song Ning’s confusion on the screen and explained:

“There’s so much water flowing out there… If you touch it any further down, it will get all wet, and you won’t be able to capture what it looked like before it was a complete mess.”

Song Ning’s fingers traced circles on his mons pubis, tangling the few pubic hairs he had left. He deliberately asked:

“A lot of water flowed out? What kind of water?”

Qi Ya rested her head on Song Ning’s shoulder, tilted her head back and licked Song Ning’s neck with her tongue, her fragrant breath wafting around and into his mouth and nose.

“It’s the lustful juice flowing from my little cunt~~ After seeing Ning-gege’s body, I couldn’t control myself and it flowed out so much~~ Ah!”

Qi Ya couldn’t help but groan.

“No~~ Brother, you’re so bad! Mmm~~ Waaah~~”

Qi Ya twisted her delicate body in his arms. On the screen, Song Ning’s mischievous hand had created a small tent in her pants. That hand seemed to ignore the girl’s resistance and inserted itself between her legs, thrusting incessantly.

The girl leaned her upper body back more forcefully into Song Ning’s arms, while her lower body thrust forward. Helpless against the man’s violation, she could only let out soft moans, like weeping and lamenting, which were hard for anyone to resist.

Qi Ya’s emotional state was captured on camera, and she complained breathlessly:

“My brother is so mean, he bullies me!”

Song Ning also looked aggrieved:

“It’s clearly your acting that’s good; people saw it and thought it was my hands that were inappropriate!”