Inlaid With Jade - Chapter 72 R19

Chapter 72
Why are you hiding? Don’t you want to step on me?

Li Heming’s trick of showing weakness and obedience always worked before Lin Yu. As long as he showed a bit of depression, it would be difficult for Lin Yu to refuse him. Moreover, he kneeled at her feet with such a humble attitude. It would have been a lie if Lin Yu had said she was calm.

Seeing her expression loosened, Li Heming raised his hand to hold her waist and moved his body to stand up and kiss her, but when he lifted his right knee from the ground, Lin Yu suddenly stepped on the thick and hot flesh under his cr*tch to make him kneel back: “En, don’t move…”

She didn’t want him to get up, and her tone was anxious but still gentle: “Just like this… kneel…”

The tip of the light pink shoe stepped on Li Heming’s swollen and painful turtle’s head, and the unignorable pain and pl*asure spread from his body. Li Heming’s body stiffened. He gritted his teeth and groaned, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He frowned and closed his eyes before slowly opening them again, staring at Lin Yu’s face with sharp eyes without blinking. He listened to her and knelt back; even the other leg on the ground knelt down.

He seemed to see what Lin Yu was going to do. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he asked her hoarsely, “Want to step on it?”

Lin Yu didn’t know why she suddenly had such a dirty idea, and she didn’t realize how Li Heming saw through her mind. She bit her lip and asked him red-faced: “Can’t I?”

She moved her feet slightly to step on his thing and rubbed it lightly as she said that.

Li Heming always indulged her in s*x after they were n*ked and closed the door. Without saying a word, he took off his long sword, untied his armor, took off his sling and threw it aside, and knelt in front of Lin Yu with his legs apart in only black pants and black boots, holding her feet and putting them back between his legs, panting and saying: “…Step on it.”

Although separated by pants, Lin Yu could still clearly feel that the p*nis under the soles of the shoes was stiff, and sometimes it was beating unbearably under her feet. She raised her foot, and the unrestrained meat root immediately stood up. The slightly moist watermark had wetted the fabric at some point, and the thick outline of the gl*ns was imprinted on the surface, looking aggressive as if it was about to break through the pants and come out.

Although indistinct, the general shape indicated it was very thick and long. Lin Yu quietly compared it and found that his thing seemed longer than her foot. But no matter how wild it looked, it was always fragile on Li Heming’s body. Lin Yu was afraid of stepping on it, so she carefully kicked off her embroidered shoes, rubbed the thin and soft stockings on her feet on his legs, and then hesitantly placed her snow-white feet soles on his cr*tch.

The white jade-like skin color did not match the rough black fabric, but the intense color contrast was undoubtedly eye-catching. Li Heming looked down at the slender feet soles under him. Before Lin Yu moved, he couldn’t help himself and stretched out his hand to press her soles and rubbed his p*nis through his pants.

The w*t and sticky touch penetrated the fabric and stuck to the soles of Lin Yu’s feet. She knew that it was the water flowing out of his thing, and she moved uncomfortably. However, Li Heming held her feet to prevent her from retracting them. Instead, he slammed her feet hard, causing the soles of Lin Yu’s feet to go numb. It felt like he was using that thing to f*ck her feet.

Lin Yu shrank her toes: “Hmm… Li Heming…”

He raised his black eyes and stared at her. His palms loosely circled her ankles, and his fingertips gently stroked them as if he were playing with a piece of fine, soft jade. But his voice was hoarse when he spoke: “Why are you hiding? Don’t you want to step on me?”

Lin Yu heard the tone of his voice and realized that she had fallen into a trap. She was in a dilemma and had to bargain with him: “I, I will do it myself, don’t move…”

Even the male pr*stitutes in Chu Guanli were probably not so obedient, but Li Heming only stared at Lin Yu for a while before letting go of her obediently. He knelt and put his hands behind his back: “Okay, I won’t move.”

His bare-chested kneeling posture seemed like a criminal slave, and he was pressed to the ground by the officials with his arms tied. In this world, no one could make him kneel like this except Lin Yu.

Lin Yu put her toes on his muscular abdomen, slid down his narrow waist, and hooked her white toes around his waistband, pulling it down, revealing his red p*nis, which was indeed longer than her feet. After not seeing him for a month, she seemed a little scared and whispered, “It’s so long…”

Her tone was timid, and it didn’t sound like a compliment, but Li Heming didn’t say anything; he just suppressed his breathing and waited for her to torture him slowly.

Since marrying Lin Yu, Li Heming never relieved himself by himself. He had been holding it back for a month. At this moment, the veins on his p*nis were throbbing. Although she hadn’t touched him much, the meat stick was already w*t, and the bright red hole on the top was eagerly opening and closing, making Lin Yu suspect that he could quickly ej*culate a large amount of thick s*men with just a bit of touch. She clamped the p*nis between her soles and his tight belly, pressed it hard, and slid it up and down twice. The squeeze slightly deformed the thick root. As Lin Yu expected, the hole on the top seemed to have urinated, and several streams of sticky l*quid flowed out. The lewd water flowed down the stick, wetting the soles of Lin Yu’s feet, and was smeared all over the thick and hard p*nis by her. The whole thing quickly became slippery and w*t.

On the days of the month when she was not feeling well, she used her hands to help Li Heming many times, but her feet were not very good at it. Now, she could only step and slide back and forth, and the obsc*ne sound of water kept ringing, the erect and ferocious p*nis ran around, and even the p*bic hair was ravaged.

Lin Yu didn’t want to torture Li Heming. She tried to make him comfortable, but listening to his intermittent and heavy breathing, it was obvious that he was enduring more than being happy. She looked up at Li Heming’s face and saw veins bulging on his neck, sweat pouring down his body, beads of sweat flowing down his solid chest to his waist and abdomen, and his muscles as tight as hard rocks. He opened his mouth and panted continuously, looking at Lin Yu stepping on his poor thing. He was so miserable that it didn’t look like they were enjoying s*x but rather like being tortured.