Chapter 88

Qi Ya reached out and grasped the now much shrunken penis. It had been so thick before that she couldn’t hold it in one hand, but now she easily “grasped” it. Gently massaging her “wounded” manhood, Qi Ya said apologetically:

“Little Qi, blow on it for your brother, it won’t hurt anymore! Whew~~ Whew~~”

Qi Ya bent down, leaned close to the penis, puffed out her cheeks, and started blowing.

Song Ning’s penis seemed to smell the fragrance emanating from the girl’s mouth, and the cool air brought him a wonderful feeling.

In fact, how could there be anything wrong with his penis?

I was just trying to tease Qi Ya, pretending on purpose, but who knew the girl would actually believe me?

Suppressing the pleasure surging through his penis, not wanting it to become erect again so quickly, Song Ning stopped Qi Ya, who was almost pressed against his penis, and said through gritted teeth:

“No…it’s nothing, I should be fine after a rest! Don’t feel guilty, I’m okay…”

Qi Ya was practically lying on top of Song Ning, her two mounds of breasts pressed against his legs, and she said somewhat stubbornly:

“How can nothing happen! My big cock has shrunk so much, Sister Yi will hate me to death if she finds out! I must help my brother and blow his big cock back in! Whoosh—whoosh—owhmm—”

She suddenly opened her mouth and took the penis into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around the glans and licking it vigorously. She was supposed to blow on it, so why did she just put it in her mouth? But this can still be considered blowing, like blowing a flute.

Song Ning immediately understood that Qi Ya was also acting, or rather, she was using a scheme against him. She saw through Song Ning’s feigned pain but pretended not to know, seizing the opportunity to strike at his weak point!

Since things had come to this, Song Ning no longer suppressed his desires, and his penis grew thicker and longer, returning to the size it was before it was pinched.

Qi Ya gave him a smug look, cupped Song Ning’s penis in her hands, and lowered her head to seriously suck and swallow it.

While enjoying the waves of pleasure the girl brought him, Song Ning blamed himself inwardly. He had been having a smooth time lately, which had made him a little complacent, to the point that he had underestimated the young girl Qi Ya—a big influencer who ran an independent lingerie brand and had more than 200,000 Twitter followers!

Qi Ya spat out the large object that had filled her mouth, her eyes brimming with undisguised smugness, and happily said:

“Brother’s big cock is back to normal! Blowing on it really works! My mouth was all dry from blowing on it, but brother didn’t quench my thirst, so I had to make myself something to drink!”

She was drooling a lot while eating dicks, but she insisted that she was thirsty. Before Song Ning could say anything, she got up, wiggled her hips, walked to the wine cabinet next to her, and poured a large glass of the wine she had drunk earlier.

After Qi Ya returned with the wine glass, she immediately lifted one leg and straddled Song Ning’s lap, her wet labia pressing directly against his penis, with her lustful fluids flowing down his penis.

With one arm around Song Ning’s neck and the other holding a wine glass, he took a sip and then leaned in to kiss Song Ning on the lips.

A strong aroma of alcohol mixed with the scent of a young girl wafted into Song Ning’s nostrils, and the alcohol was fed into his mouth.

A sip of strong liquor caused Song Ning, who had just realized she was getting a little tipsy, to lose her hard-won composure once again.

Song Ning attacked from both sides, grabbing one of the girl’s large breasts with one hand in front and her round buttocks with the other, pushing and shoving Qi Ya as she rode on him, twisting her body back and forth. Her two labia, pressed against his penis, were like a hot dog bun with ham inside, except that this sausage was not very well behaved, constantly rubbing against Qi Ya’s clitoris and vaginal opening.

Their lips parted, and the desire in their eyes, fueled by the alcohol, burned even brighter. Song Ning desperately wanted to enter the girl’s body, so he said:

“You only know if your penis is really healed once it’s inside your vagina; otherwise, it might just look fine!”

Qi Ya realized that Song Ning was on the verge of exploding, and knew that she could be torn apart by the penis pressing down on her at any moment.

She didn’t lift her buttocks to avoid it, because that might make room for the penis to penetrate her vagina. Instead, she pressed her buttocks down again and then stuck them out forcefully.

With the weapon no longer restrained, standing erect and pressing against Qi Ya’s lower abdomen, she was finally out of immediate danger.

At this point, the girl dared not play with fire anymore. She climbed off Song Ning, handed him the wine glass, and stopped pretending, saying:

“Hehe, I can’t let you fuck me yet! How can I take photos if I get swollen from being fucked by you! I’m going to change into new lingerie, do you want to see it, brother? Wait a minute, hee hee!”

Song Ning saw glistening threads on the girl’s vulva, and her pink clitoris peeking out from the center. He knew that her desire was no less than his own, yet she was able to stop herself in time.

Staring at Qi Ya’s departing figure, he took a sip of wine alone.

“Tsk… Ahhhh…”

Exhaling a long breath, savoring the spiciness in his mouth, Song Ning, who didn’t usually drink much, could tell that this wine was probably no ordinary liquor. He muttered to himself:

“Could there be something wrong with this wine?”