[Warning: MQC and YQM have turned on their filthy mode. Bring your holy water and tissues. I do not take responsibility for any bodily injuries that may occur!]

  When her panties were revealed, Mo Qingchen found that they matched her bra. He looked on in appreciation at the sight as he tossed the shorts to the floor.

  "You know I am a sucker for these things…" he complimented. He quite liked the feel of the material on him. As did Qian Meng.

  "I know," she grinned as she moved to remove the panties.

  "Stop," he said, reaching for her hand. "Turn around."

  "What?" she questioned, confused.

  "Turn around. I want to watch as you reveal every bit to me. I love it so much…"

  She shook her head. "I thought you liked my boobs the best? Why are you suddenly fascinated by my ass?"

  "I like every part of you. Your snarky ass included."

  Qian Meng laughed as she got back on her knees and turned around. It was to amuse him. She still straddled him but faced in the other direction.

  His hands moved to rest slightly on the outsides of her thigh, rubbing up and down, light enough to give her goosebumps all over.

  She moved her hands to her hips and wriggled her ass teasingly for Mo Qingchen to enjoy, swaying with the unheard beat from before as she slowly started to pull her panties down.

  No sooner was the material down over her ass, one of Mo Qingchen's hands was roughly groping the newly revealed flesh. He knocked her off balance with his enthusiasm and she laughed as she fell over, barely catching herself with her hands against the mattress in front of her.

  And then, his hands were between her thighs, his long fingers exploring her folds. She was no longer laughing. Her breath hitched and her eyes fluttered closed. She had to force herself to move against him.

  "Mo Qingchen, I need to take these off," she whispered as she crawled away from his touch. He let her. When she was out of his reach, she slowly pulled the panties down her thighs. She kicked them off blindly.

  She glanced over her shoulder and saw Mo Qingchen shifting behind her to remove his boxers. And he was hard. Good thing, because she didn't want foreplay.

  Tonight, Mo Qingchen was to look at her ass. Qian Meng would enjoy this new love of his and exploit it to the maximum.

  She backed herself so that she was once against straddling him, facing away. He was sitting up and the contact between her back and his chest was scorching.

  "Come on," he encouraged, pulling her back into him.

  "I thought you might want to watch me bounce while I ride you," she told him in a sultry voice.

  "You thought correctly," he answered, sliding his hands around to grope her ass again.

  She settled her hands on his thighs and lifted her ass up and shifted until she was position over him. She looking down for visual guidance and saw him hold himself and line his length with her entrance.

  With a single dip of her hips, she could feel the hardness pressing against her opening. She whimpered with longing, eager to feel him stretch her.

  She lowered further and found that he had moved himself. He didn't allow her to do a thing. Instead, he moved himself back and forth across her slick folds to brush against her clit and tease her.

  She couldn't have that!

  She reached down to grab his hand and swatted it away so that she could take control. "Don't cockblock me!" she commanded.

  He chuckled as he relented and withdrew his hands, letting her do her thing. She gripped his shaft and aligned him once again so that she could sink down onto his cock before he could do anything funny.

  "Fuck…" she sighed. She heard Mo Qingchen groan behind her.

  She shifted her weight on her arms as she slowly took him in, relishing the feeling of him filling her completely. Mo Qingchen's sighs of pleasure and grunts spurred her on and brought a grin to her lips.

  "God, you have such a perfect pussy," he breathed, his hands massaging his thighs as she adjusted the angle to find the right leverage.

  "Are you realizing that just now?" she said. She found a comfortable angle and slowly pushed up with her leg muscles, dropping her head to look down between her thighs and watch his cock slide smoothly in and out of her body. God, the sight was more erotic than she thought it would be.

  She whimpered as she leaned forward to get a better view and felt the tip of his head glide over her G-spot.

  "Ride me," Mo Qingchen encouraged, his voice dripping with lust.

  His hands were firmly planted on her ass and he groped her roughly, the force nudging her up and forward a bit, intensifying the pressure on that spot inside her.

  She shook her head to control herself. "You're so hard," she mewled in wonder, her face contorting in pleasure as she picked up the pace.

  "All yours," he told her, stroking her skin, his hands wandering wherever they could reach.

  "Yes. Mine," she agreed possessively, loving the words more than she should have.

  Despite the weeks of kickboxing training, she realized she had a long way to go. Her skin was flushed and she was sticky with sweat. Even her breathing was erratic.

  As her movements grew faster, her stomach tightened further. She was so wet that she could feel it on her thighs and his lap. She was ready to combust, pulsing around him.

  The fatigue burned in her thighs and she was distracted enough that her orgasm was at bay.

  "Are you close?" she whimpered, shifting her weight.

  "Getting there," he replied calmly.

  She scoffed. She was a complete mess, ready to burst at any moment and he didn't even sound affected! She slowed down and flipped her hair over her shoulder to turn and look back at him.

  Her mouth fell open at what she saw. She had been so preoccupied with her own pleasure she hadn't noticed his hands were off her.