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"…It's not going to fit."
Maomao rolled her eyes. "Don't be cocky."
He groaned, "I'm not! Maomao, just look—"
She licked her lips, and her eyes didn't leave his painfully erect cock. "I'm looking plenty," she said. Then murmured something about it being made for this.
He twitched. Didn't she know he was an insatiable beast? That he'd stop at nothing until he had all of her?
Maomao rose up and gripped him, oh heavens, her hand didn't even wrap around him fully, and tugged. Jinshi groaned as she smeared the leaking fluid and trailed over the underside, before tugging again.
She brought him to that delightful little hole and rubbed him against it, room filling with obscene noises of squelching. It was magnetising, the way her pretty cunt peeked around the head, fluid dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.
He pressed in, just the slightest bit, and her back lifted off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. "Yess," she hissed.
"Fuck," he whimpered. Jinshi moved in and out, so slowly, only going in deeper when she got too impatient to just let him work.
"Come on," Maomao whined. She wrapped her legs around him, her ankles digging into his ass. Trailing her hands up her body—that was his job!—she dipped her fingers into her own mouth and sucked. Then, she opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the two fingers before removing them with a wet pop. Heavens. Gods. Whatever holy entity rested above.
Almost halfway. That was a decent enough goal for a decently sized frog now, wasn't it?
"Just a little more, Jinshi, come on," Jinshi, who knew that it was more than just a little more, considered his options. On one hand he could give her exactly what she wanted, which for once wasn't an ox bezoar. On the other hand, he was going to split her open…
(He looked at the pleased grin on her face, her tongue licking the tops of her teeth.)
…And she was probably going to enjoy it. And he was the masochist.
Maomao put her glistening fingers to where they joined, and pressed down on her swollen clit. She clenched around him, and they both let out a simultaneous groan.
Her eyes were unfocussed and glazed but they kept hazily returning to watch his cock fuck into her cunt. Not that he was fairing much better.
He tried to stave off his oncoming orgasm as best as he could, to let her complete this experiment, this challenge, whatever it was.
Apparently, she had other plans.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, then shoved her fingers in his mouth. It tasted like her and him and them.
"Hnnng, just a little more, come on, come on, xiaomao."
She clenched around him harder, almost painful, and pushed her digits deeper down his throat. He yelped around her fingers and pulled out just in time to empty out all over her stomach and thighs.
Gods, she was so pretty like this. But also—
"You're the cat!" Jinshi exclaimed. His face felt warm. It was wrong, no matter how strangely nice it felt, to be called that.
Maomao hummed and shrugged. Or more accurately, wiggled slightly. Jinshi wiped the sweat on her forehead with his thumb.
She poked his half-limp dick with her toe—ignorant of all his strangled words—and mumbled, "Wake me up when you're ready to go again."