Chapter 9 What is College Life Like?

Xiaoyu Lin curled up in fright.

Song Tian also jumped in alarm.

Could it be that old man had come back?

At that moment, Na Li's blushing face peeked in from the door, "Song, my mom asked me to come and keep Xiaoyu company!"

Lin Xiaoyu hurriedly grabbed a blanket to cover herself and lay on her side, "I'm fine, Na, you chat with Doctor Song for a bit, I'll, I'll take a nap."

"Then let's whisper softly to each other!"

With a smile, Na Li approached, took off her little leather shoes, and climbed onto the bed, sitting close to Lin Xiaoyu.

But her exquisite little feet found their way onto Song Tian's legs, deftly sliding into his pants and stirring the huge and rigid beast within.

Song Tian inhaled sharply, this little girl, so young yet so bold.

"Song, I'm about to go to college soon, just starting out, what should I pay attention to?"

"Watch out for the seniors!"

While speaking, Song Tian quietly slipped his pants down, letting the massive beast spring out and rub against Na Li's pretty little feet.

As he rubbed Na Li's little feet, Song Tian talked intermittently about college life.

Lin Xiaoyu lay turned away from them, listening to their talk about college life, gradually becoming spellbound.

Song Tian stealthily glanced at Lin Xiaoyu, seeing she showed no sign of turning around, he grew bolder as they talked.

He wasn't satisfied with just touching those pretty, tender feet.

Gradually, he stroked Na Li's calf, then reached her thighs.

Na Li leaned back slightly, her hands supporting her on the bed, and her round buttocks lifted just enough for Song Tian to lift her skirt to her waist.

A pair of delicate, well-proportioned legs were fully exposed.

A white pair of panties clung tight at her crotch and buttocks, already so wet they seemed about to drip.

The little minx had obviously been eavesdropping pryingly from outside. Otherwise, how could she be so wanton, so soaking wet?

Song Tian, however, hooked her little panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her bare lower body, the sparse hair, smooth against the slightly bulging lower belly.

With a baby-fat flushed face, Na Li bit her lip, quietly spreading her legs as wide as possible, exposing her soft, moist secret like a finely crafted butterfly spreading its wings, plainly on display for Song Tian.

The fine seam was slightly open, and a few drops of clear dew fell from the crevice.

And two drops hung precariously from the hairs at the slit, as if about to fall.

Song Tian wished he could lean over and lick those dewdrops into his mouth.

But Lin Xiaoyu was just beside them, fearing any larger movement might startle her.

So, he pretended to be nonchalant, chatting sporadically with Na Li.

Meanwhile, one hand traveled up her thigh.

Barely touching the inside of her thigh.

Na Li bit her lip, arched her head back, and opened her mouth wide, quietly gasping for air.

Song Tian's hand found the smooth spot among the hair, his finger lightly grazed the seam, so tender, so slippery.

Trying to probe deeper, he only made it halfway inside before a thin barrier blocked him.

Na Li's face was beet red, her features contorted, her legs tightly closed around Song Tian's hand, almost unable to breathe.

Song Tian withdrew his hand, looking at the dampness on his finger, couldn't help but sniff it.

No odd smell, just the fresh scent of a young girl, and the oddly arousing, musky odor of secretions from within her body.

Watching Song Tian taste her own juices from his hand, Na Li's heart quivered violently, her mouth agape in a silent, light groan.

Song Tian licked her delicate little feet and her ankles, his tongue trailing up those tender, slippery legs, inching towards the moist butterfly slit between her legs.

Na Li bit her lip, her hands clutching the sheets tightly, her breathing growing heavy.

Song Tian approached Na Li's inner thigh, his nose barely touching the moist slit, inhaling the fragrance of the young girl and the strange scent of hormones.

With her legs spread, Na Li watched the man seriously kissing and licking between her legs, struggling not to moan out loud, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her toes curling inward.

Song Tian exhaled and his tongue reached the tender mouth of the slit, tasting the wonderfully flavored juices. Delving deeper into the slit, his tongue met the thin membrane.

With that lick and a subsequent push, the intense, electrifying tingling sensation and the slight pain as his tongue pressed against the membrane caused Na Li's legs to clench tightly around Song Tian's head. Yet her little hands held the back of his head, urging him to continue licking for that indescribable stimulation, but also fearful that she might cry out.

Na Li's body tensed up, shaking violently, feeling an intense urge to urinate.

Clamped by her tender thighs, Song Tian's tongue was not idle, constantly lapping and sucking, the young girl's taste wonderfully mysterious, the juices were moist and smooth, extremely delicious.

"Na, Doctor Song, why have you stopped talking?"

Being unable to hear any sound, Xiaoyu Lin inquired and was about to turn over.