Chapter 185: Chapter 183: Large Packaging, Long-lasting Use
"Is it enough to just plug it up?" Zhang Hao asked.
He Qianhui nodded, her two fingers no longer satisfying her needs; it had to be something thick and hard to enter her.
Seeing her nod, he rubbed himself a few times over his own shaft, moist with her juices, and squeezed it into that tiny opening.
Every time he pushed in, it was an unforgettable experience for Zhang Hao.
With a squelch, the mushroom tip went inside, and after that, Zhang Hao stopped moving.
When he didn’t move, He Qianhui immediately opened her eyes and looked back at him.
"You’re in, why aren’t you moving?"
Zhang Hao chuckled and said, "You said it just needed to be plugged up, you didn’t mention moving."
Upon hearing this, He Qianhui pleaded at once, "Move, don’t just stand there without moving."
"How do you want me to move? Tell me." Zhang Hao feigned innocence.
However, He Qianhui didn’t speak and started moving by herself.
But in this position, Zhang Hao’s meat stick couldn’t plunge very deep.
He Qianhui only felt a teasing itch, far from satisfied.
"Let’s switch positions. You sit here, and I’ll ride on your legs, okay?"
Zhang Hao sat on the couch, looking at his junior standing at attention.
He Qianhui bit her lip and carefully straddled Zhang Hao’s legs.
The whole process was self-served; Zhang Hao just propped his hands behind his head.
Watching He Qianhui herself, part the lips between her legs with one hand, the other guiding the meat stick.
She aimed at the unceasingly wet entrance and sat down slowly, not daring to drop down too fiercely at first, only trying a little at a time until at last, it was all inside.
He Qianhui lay on Zhang Hao’s body, not daring to make big moves.
Her butt kept lifting and sitting down, up and down.
Zhang Hao could also feel the tight wrap there, continuously stroking.
After getting used to it, He Qianhui’s movements became more bold.
The frequency of rising and falling quickened, even forcefully as she sat down.
Her aim was to let his meat stick hit her sweet spot.
Lost in ecstasy, He Qianhui moaned and moved by herself, and occasionally, Zhang Hao would thrust up to bring them even closer together.
After He Qianhui took charge for twenty minutes, it was Zhang Hao’s turn.
The two completed a great harmony of humanity on the sofa, though it was quite exhausting.
Afterwards, they lay sprawled on the couch, breathless and without a word.
The room was filled with their ambiguous scent.
There was a time when He Qianhui dared not dream of such a life.
Back when she was with Liu Gang, she could only fantasize about what it would be like to be with Zhang Hao before falling asleep.
She never thought that one day, her dream would actually become a reality.
Subconsciously, her hand wandered between her legs; it was still wet and slick.
Just that the opening was slightly sore, too vigorous an encounter had left some swelling.
"Still want more?" Zhang Hao asked.
He Qianhui shook her head, "Let’s rest a bit; you’ve made it all red and swollen down there. If we go again, I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow."
Zhang Hao, curious, leaned over to take a peek and saw that He Qianhui’s little hole wouldn’t close up.
"Let me rub it for you; it’ll stop hurting if I rub it."
Zhang Hao said this, but He Qianhui quickly held his hand to prevent him from moving indiscriminately.
After half an hour and a good rest, He Qianhui finally got dressed and headed to the kitchen to start dinner.
Zhang Hao took her panties that she’d just taken off to the bathroom to wash, noticing they were still damp.
After washing and drying, he went to the kitchen, knowing that He Qianhui was wearing nothing below.
Zhang Hao deliberately stood behind her, pushing and rubbing against her.
How could He Qianhui not know what he was thinking?
"Hao, stop messing around. If you keep going, I’ll have to trouble you again," she said.
Zhang Hao wrapped his arms around He Qianhui’s slender waist.
"Troubling me is just fine, as long as you’re comfortable," he replied.
He Qianhui elbowed him in the chest, "What do you mean as long as I’m comfortable, aren’t you comfortable?"
"Seeing your big meat stick so hard every time, when have you not fucked me senseless."
"I tell you to stop, but you don’t. And now you have the nerve to say you’re doing it for my comfort. I don’t believe your nonsense," she retorted.
Finally breaking free from Zhang Hao’s hold, He Qianhui began chopping vegetables and cooking.
Zhang Hao helped out too, and seeing a cucumber in the sink, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands.
On a whim, he inserted the cucumber into He Qianhui’s flesh cave.
Biting her lip, He Qianhui scolded Zhang Hao, "I was planning to use that cucumber for a cold dish. How could you... mmm, ah, why did you put it in?"
"I’m not just going to put it in, I’m going to pump it hard," said Zhang Hao, grabbing the part of the cucumber still sticking out and pumping it up and down.
He Qianhui couldn’t take this kind of action and stopped chopping, leaning on the counter for support.
Soon enough, liquid started to flow from between her legs, and Zhang Hao, seeing this, sped up even more.
"Stop, stop, I can’t take it anymore, Hao, please," she pleaded.
Seeing He Qianhui begging, Zhang Hao fiercely pulled out the cucumber, which now had a layer of glistening slime on it.
He Qianhui was still in the same position as before, unchanged.
"You really are a naughty one, aren’t you? Why is there always so much water here?" he teased.
He Qianhui licked her lips without speaking, and Zhang Hao put his fingers inside her, thrusting a few times until her body shuddered.
"Ah, ah, it’s coming, it’s coming, so good," she moaned.
Experiencing pleasure twice in such a short time left He Qianhui without any strength, but she still had to cook, so she forced herself to finish chopping the vegetables.
As for the cucumber, it went into the trash.
By the time the meal was served, it was more than an hour later.
Zhang Hao, after showering, stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing the sumptuous dinner, he couldn’t help but praise He Qianhui’s cooking.
"There’s one more soup, and then dinner will be ready."
Zhang Hao responded, then quickly changed his clothes and hurried out, as if remembering something.
He Qianhui didn’t even have a chance to ask what he was doing going out so late.
She thought she would have to eat alone again that evening, but twenty minutes later, Zhang Hao finally returned.
He had left with empty hands and came back just the same.
"What did you go out for?" she asked.
"To buy something!" he replied.
"Where is it? Didn’t you bring it back?"
"I brought it back. It’s in my pocket."
He Qianhui reached into his pocket only to feel two rectangular boxes.
Thinking Zhang Hao went to buy cigarettes, she was surprised and blushed when she took them out.
"Why did you go out to buy this again?" she exclaimed.
"We were out, and I had to buy more," he said.
He Qianhui put the two boxes of condoms in the bedside drawer, confirming that the box they had before was indeed empty.
"The supermarket only had these. I’ll buy a large pack online next time, so we have enough for a long while," he mentioned.
After considering their frequency, He Qianhui remarked, "Even a large pack won’t last us very long, will it?"
