"Huanhuan, are you okay?" Although he felt a little regretful for not having succeeded in taking Ying Huanhuan's virginity, and it looked like he would have to postpone it again, Qing Ye still asked Ying Huanhuan with a concerned expression. Even though he hadn't been able to penetrate her, the sensation of his penis entering her vagina had still been immense. While it wasn't incredibly tight, there was still a certain pressure, and the wet, slippery feeling inside made Qing Ye feel incredibly comfortable. Especially upon entering, he felt the moist, smooth walls of the vagina instantly clamp around his penis, nearly causing him to cry out in pleasure.
"No, it's okay," Ying Huanhuan whispered, glancing at Qing Ye secretly, looking at him with a hint of resentment. If it weren't for him, would his vagina have been able to press directly against the penis's head? Would he have been able to penetrate her vagina? This way, she wouldn't feel the intense pleasure of the cock entering her vagina, nor the emptiness after it came out. She also secretly called Qing Ye a coward. If, as he had just done when the glans was already inside her vagina, he had been a little bolder and pushed his cock all the way in while she sat down, breaking the membrane inside her vagina, then she wouldn't have felt this empty feeling now, and she would definitely feel great.
She believed that as long as Qing Ye explained that he was just thrusting his hips out of habit, and that she was sitting down and Qing Ye was thrusting, both of them were at fault, she wouldn't blame him. Besides, by then, when the cock was deep in her vagina, she might be so excited by it that she wasn't sure if she would have time to think about these things.
Qing Ye's heart sank when he saw Ying Huanhuan's look. He thought she must have noticed his little move, which was why she looked at him that way. Fortunately, Ying Huanhuan's immediate displeasure didn't happen as he'd imagined. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Guess I shouldn't be too hasty. I should take it a bit longer."
"Then shall I continue?" Qing Ye asked Ying Huanhuan. Having failed earlier, he hesitated to overstep his bounds. He had no idea what Ying Huanhuan was thinking, and if something went wrong, it would be difficult to handle.
"Hmm," Ying Huanhuan let out a soft sound without turning her head. She had been thinking about something else, but now she realized how embarrassing her current position was. Her hands were propped up on the table, her breasts drooping, and her legs were still held in the air by Qing Ye. Her entire body rested on her hands. A cabinet lay not far in front of her, and her lower body was directly facing Qing Ye's cock. If Ying Huanhuan lowered her head, she could see the cock behind her, pointed straight at her, and her vagina, which was constantly dripping with fluid.
With Ying Huanhuan's consent, Qing Ye stood up from his chair, thinking to himself, "It seems Huanhuan isn't too angry, otherwise she wouldn't let me continue this. But to be safe, let's not rush it." Once he had made his decision, he stood up behind Ying Huanhuan and took a step forward, placing his cock between her buttocks again.
"Hmm..." Ying Huanhuan's face flushed. She lowered her head and watched Qing Ye's cock rest beneath her, pressing against her vagina. A wave of pleasure washed over her again, and she moaned softly, her hands trembling.
"Hmm..." Ying Huanhuan lowered her head and watched Qing Ye's hips retreat, his cock rubbing against her vagina from base to glans. The exquisite pleasure nearly made her cry out. She realized she couldn't cover her mouth in her current position, so she pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress the lewd sound.
Qing Ye, standing behind him, also noticed this situation and gave a mischievous smile. Perhaps this time he could make Ying Huanhuan scream out loud. He was about to pull Ying Huanhuan's legs together, so that her lower body would clamp his cock around her. But remembering that Ying Huanhuan had just refused to let him close her legs, he gave up and held Ying Huanhuan's legs steady. He aimed his cock at Ying Huanhuan's lower body and thrust his crotch forward, sliding upward from the bottom of her vagina until the entire shaft reached the base again. Qing Ye's hips gently bumped into Ying Huanhuan's snow-white buttocks, making a crisp "pop" sound and causing her buttocks to ripple.
"Hmm..." This made Ying Huanhuan's entire body sway forward. Her head, which had been lowered, rose upwards, her eyes narrowed, her lips tightly pressed together, trying hard not to scream. This made her feel extremely comfortable, but she still tried hard to hold on, not letting out a loud cry, only making a subtle sound.
But Qing Ye certainly didn't stop there. His cock kept thrusting back and forth between Ying Huanhuan's legs, rubbing against her vagina. Although it wasn't sex, Qing Ye treated it as such, increasing the speed. It was fine for a few times, but after a few dozen times, it was different. Without legs to hold the cock, the cock's trajectory wasn't fixed to the vaginal opening, and it simply rubbed against one side of the labia.
Lin Dong was equally thrilled to watch. Although he knew Qing Ye hadn't actually penetrated her, from his perspective, it looked no different than actual penetration. Peering through the crack in the cabinet, he could only see Ying Huanhuan propped up on the table, while Qing Ye, standing behind her, continuously thrust his hips, his cock repeatedly disappearing into Ying Huanhuan's vagina. Ying Huanhuan's body was slammed back and forth by Qing Ye behind her, filling the room with a "pa pa pa" sound. The details of Ying Huanhuan's vagina were obscured by her thighs. This was the first time Lin Dong felt happy not to see clearly what was happening. He could still see Ying Huanhuan's face, flushed with pleasure, as she refrained from moaning.
Lin Dong enjoyed watching, and Ying Huanhuan was also delighted. Although it was just bare ass, the potion's effects made it feel like real sex. However, she was also a little dissatisfied. She had noticed that Qing Ye's cock couldn't slide continuously against her vagina. While it was still pleasurable, it would have been even more pleasurable if it could.
As Ying Huanhuan enjoyed herself, she cursed Qing Ye. He had clearly wanted to close her legs just now, but she had refused because Lin Dong could see. Now that Lin Dong couldn't see, he had no intention of closing her legs again. Little did she know that it was that glance she had just given that had stopped Qing Ye from doing it again. It wasn't that she didn't want to close her legs, but her legs were held in the air by Qing Ye, so she couldn't exert any force to push down, not to mention that she had two hands holding her up. Besides, being toyed with by another man in front of Lin Dong was shameful enough, and she couldn't turn around and ask Qing Ye to close her legs. She hadn't wanted to close them just now, and now she wanted to be more comfortable and wanted someone to close her legs. That would make her seem too lewd, and she could only blame Qing Ye.
Gradually, Ying Huanhuan stopped thinking about Qing Ye. She could feel herself approaching another orgasm. This sinful feeling was truly strange. She was being toyed with by another man in front of her own man, and she felt ashamed, yet she still felt incredibly comfortable, even more so than usual.
Qing Ye also thrust his cock. If he knew he was toying with Lin Dong's woman right in front of him, and that Lin Dong was watching him toy with his woman, he wondered if he would be even more aroused. But even without knowing, he was already very excited. Now that he was toying with the girl he loved, he noticed that she was about to orgasm. He gave a wicked smile, found the right position, and thrust his hips hard.
Ying Huanhuan finally experienced what she had been imagining. Qing Ye's thrusts landed squarely on her clitoris, and the instantaneous pleasure felt like an electric current, instantly radiating through her body. Ignoring Qing Ye's continued thrusts from behind her, she began to spasm slightly, a stream of vaginal fluid gushing out of her vagina. She let out the sound Qing Ye longed to hear: "Hmm...ah..."
As she spasmed, Ying Huanhuan felt her body soften, her hands losing their support. Combined with the impact from behind, she fell forward, her upper body resting on the table. She instinctively covered her moaning mouth with her hand, her lower body tilting. At that moment, Qing Ye thrust his penis forward again, and just as Ying Huanhuan was falling, the penis, which had originally reached Ying Huanhuan's lower abdomen, pushed aside the labia majora blocking her vagina, instantly stretching it open and ramming into it.