17. Thinking of you in bed
In fact, it didn't take hours. After more than 40 minutes, Yao Ling climbed out of bed and pressed her head to search for her phone. She searched everywhere but couldn't find it, and even her black bag was nowhere to be found. She got out of bed and hurriedly knocked on her parents' door.
Chen Yu was not sleeping deeply. When he heard the sound, he opened the door a little and found that she was awake and well as before.
"What's going on?" Shen Yu asked while holding the door.
"Mommy," Yao Ling said, her mind clearing up. "My bag is missing. My phone and Visa card are in it. Can I borrow your phone?"
Shen Yu didn't blame her, and quickly went into the room to get her phone, and handed it to her, "Call quickly and see where it is."
Yao Ling picked up the phone and dialed it. Surprisingly, there was a quick response. She put it to her ear and answered, "Hello."
A familiar voice came from the other side, "It's downstairs, come and get it."
Yao Ling was stunned for a moment, then pushed the phone into Shen Yu's arms and said, "I'll go downstairs."
She had already taken off her black boots, slipped into slippers, and went downstairs. As she left the guesthouse and turned into the alley, she saw Deng Shilang holding her belongings by the car. Above the alley was a neon sign, about to be torn down. It was dim, its light and lettering worn and mottled. Only the streetlights from the street outside illuminated the street.
Deng Shilang saw her wearing a short skirt and slippers, exposing her legs. Her long boots were supposed to keep her warm, but now they were no longer a concern. He returned her black bag to her and said, "You're sober now, you were just pretending."
Yao Ling stood in front of him and smiled faintly. She was already drunk, but he still didn't believe her. She didn't explain and said, "You're just pretending. Anyway, you subconsciously think I'm seducing you."
Deng Shilang was quite clever; her words weren't fake. He raised his hand to read the clock; it had been almost an hour since he'd been drunk. He put it down and leaned against the car, patiently saying, "You're drunk, but you're hanging onto my neck and won't let go. I put you down, but you scream in pain, but you don't move. You have to pinch your neck to move."
"So." Yao Ling lowered her head to open her bag, checked her wallet, and took out her cell phone to check. Sure enough, there were a bunch of unanswered messages.
Deng Shilang smiled and said, "Nothing, I just thought about how you look in bed."
Yao Ling froze, threw her phone into her bag, walked forward, and raised her head to emphasize, "I don't remember."
"Not a good memory." He thought it was funny.
She nodded, her face calm. "I'm just saying I don't remember what happened just now, but you can guess how well I remember things." Her fingers crawled up his shirt. "What you and I did in bed, you mean oral sex, doggy style? I like to turn off the lights, but even if you want to turn them on, you just let me. One time you pushed me against the table so hard that all the books in the drawer fell to the floor."
Deng Shilang hummed, "Very clear."
Yao Ling continued, "Those who plant trees will enjoy the shade. You are just one of the many men I've slept with." She took her hand away from the edge of her shirt, stood a few inches away, and said coldly, "Don't be so narcissistic."
Deng Shilang was still calm as he leaned against the car and pulled her up. She swayed and the bracelet with the watch came up. He pressed her waist against him, then pushed the fabric of her left shoulder and moved his lips down to touch her thin shoulder bone. The fine and dense itch surprised her. When she came to her senses, he lifted her chin to ask her to look up at him, and his thumb touched her lips.
"you're good."
Yao Ling tried to pry his hands apart, but her pretty face finally wrinkled. "Am I seducing you, or are you just unable to control yourself towards me? Let's figure out the priorities first."
"Let's talk later."
She knew how he would react, and she completely cooled down, staring at him with her eyes open, not saying a word. But she didn't expect him to do anything unexpected, opening the car door, leaning over, taking her into the back seat, closing the car with a snap, and then holding the back of her head and pushing her against the window.
Whether she spoke or not, her mouth would be sealed. The back of her head was pressed too close to his hand, rubbing against her hair, making it frizzy and messy like seaweed. He gently sucked the corner of her mouth, then moved his lips to hers and pressed them together completely, prying her open and inserting his tongue straight in.
Yao Ling smelled his fragrance, pushed him away, pressed him into the cushion, spread her knees, sat on him and supported his chest, lowered her head and said, "If you want to do it with me, you can't kiss me."
"Impossible." Deng Shilang didn't mind her interrupting the kiss. He stared at her. Several buttons of his shirt had opened because of her force.
"Then jerk off yourself."
"Come down," he demanded.
"Say it nicely." She refused to let him succeed. She touched the hard spot under the belt and saw him frown. She pushed with her palm through the fabric, squeezing it along the outline, as if it was fun.
He pressed her butt directly to the place where he was hard, and the center of her flower touched his erection through her panties, causing her to shiver immediately, and water rushed to the cotton cloth. She supported herself on the cushion with her hands, her shoulders collapsed, and her long hair slid down.
Yao Ling quickly adjusted herself and said condescendingly, "If you want to serve me, grind it until only I climax, and you'll feel swollen."
Deng Shilang smiled and said, "I remember you felt great even when you were rubbing against a pillow. Either get off me, or let me watch you masturbate."
Yao Ling was wet from him, the latter offering both torment and relief, the best of both worlds, why not? She sat up straight, her fingers pinching her dress to her waist, letting him know what she was about to do. Then, with both hands raised, she stripped off her clothes in front of him, leaving only a pure white bra supporting her breasts. Her kneeling position on the cushions caused her skirt to slide down her thighs.
To make herself feel comfortable, Yao Ling would give him a little foreplay to stimulate herself, leaning over to hold his earlobe in her mouth and whispering, "I'm afraid you can't handle it."
Deng Shilang wanted to see to what extent the descendants could enjoy the coolness. His eyes stayed on her waist after she bent over, sinking and concave. When she was on top and he was below, pleasing himself, her back and raised buttocks were like waves. This posture alone could make sp lose self-control.
"The clitoris is still the most sensitive." He fell silent.
The panties were very thin, and her clitoris was touching there. The hard object, sharper than a pillow, would make it easier for her to orgasm.
Yao Ling moved and rubbed according to her feeling. Her clitoris touched his hardness through her panties. When he held her waist, her clitoris received sharp friction and a stream of water flowed out.
The harder he got, the faster she softened. Her eyes were blurry with pleasure, and she buried her head in his neck and teased him, "It must be painful to be so engorged."
Deng Shilang was uncomfortable, but when he heard her voice in his ear, he knew that this was her most vulnerable moment. He pushed her bra aside, raised his head and sucked her pink and erect nipples, and clearly felt her body tremble.
He wanted to punish her, so when she was reaching orgasm, he bit her breast, causing her to moan softly, feeling both pleasure and pain, and opened her eyes to endure it.
After Yao Ling's orgasm, she coolly pulled away from him and sat aside, adjusting her bra. She put on her clothes and saw him sit up and reach for a vaping device from the storage compartment. The marks on the back of his hand were identical to those around her areola.
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