18. Do you want me to cum on you?
Deng Shilang rolled down the window a little after seeing her put on her clothes. She pleased him, but he was still suffering from the bloating and pain caused by congestion, and could only relieve it by vaping.
Yao Ling leaned back in her chair and tilted her chin to look at him. His shirt collar was loose and his sleeves were rolled up. Only now did she realize that he changed his watch every now and then, and his hair would look good if he just ruffled it, no matter whether it was messy or not.
"What are you looking at?" Deng Shilang noticed her gaze from the shadow reflected in the car window, raised the window and closed it, and put the things in his hand into the storage compartment.
Yao Ling simply asked, "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" He turned his head away, unable to smile at all.
Instead, it was her turn to smile softly, open her mouth, and silently lip-gram: "Beg me."
Deng Shilang understood, and although he had been able to hold himself back, he became even more erect. Of course, he couldn't do as she wished, so he stepped forward and pulled her to his side, his voice still low and hoarse: "Come here, hold it with your hands."
He brought her into his arms, her nose touching the side of his face. They were very close, and she saw that his forehead had blue veins, which were rare. She was sure that she had the upper hand this time. But even though he was enduring very hard, his movements were still smooth. He skillfully unbuckled the belt with one hand, grabbed her hand and pulled it down, then reached in to hold the swollen penis.
"Jerk it off." Deng Shilang used to coax her with some words, but now he gave her an order.
Yao Ling looked at him, squeezed his palm, gave him a sweet taste, then released it mid-air and asked, "Do you want it?"
He couldn't stand the disparity and uttered a restrained curse, so faint that if he hadn't been so close to her ear, his breath would have carried it, and he wouldn't have been able to detect it from a distance. He knew she was doing this simply to keep him in control. He pushed aside her long hair, nuzzled her slender neck, kissed it, and said, "If you want to go back, hurry up."
Yao Ling shuddered at his closeness, a surge of fluid flowing from her vagina, fresh from her orgasm. She gripped his penis again; it was hard and larger than she remembered. Her fingers lingered gently on the flesh she hadn't touched in a while, taking their time until he bit her to urge her on. Only then did she begin to wrap it completely around her, stroking it up and down.
Deng Shilang noticed her technique had improved beyond imagination. Her palm softly wrapped around his penis, her grip just the right amount of pressure. Up and down, her thumb deliberately touching the glans, her warm, soft fingertips rubbing circles with the oozing mucus. At the same time, she reached out with her other hand to massage his testicles. She knew exactly when to touch him, and he did enjoy it, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on his neck.
Yao Ling just wanted to hear him panting, to make him unbearable, so she lay in front of him, pushed open his shirt, and sucked on his left chest. She raised her head slightly while sucking, and laughed out loud while holding his skin, because he finally couldn't stand her normal teasing, frowned, and his breathing became disordered, and he looked very abstinent.
She increased her speed, making him feel both good and annoyed. He felt helpless about himself, but couldn't stand the tingling sensation on his scalp. He wanted her to bring him more pleasure, which would take at least a while. Even if she was adept at it, he wouldn't ejaculate that quickly.
During this time, Deng Shilang noticed that she sometimes shuddered because of his breathing. He opened one of her legs and reached out to feel her panties under her short skirt. He hooked his finger and found it moist. "It's wet again."
"Wet." Yao Ling was very frank, just like she was telling her spouse, telling him where she was sensitive, "Because you touched my neck."
After one climax, there will be a second one soon.
He caressed her lower body while she was sitting. There was a dent in her panties due to the gap. He rubbed along the slit and she, as expected, clamped his hand and bent slightly as a conditioned reflex. She did not stop caressing his penis and even pinched it deliberately, causing the foreskin to slightly open.
Deng Shilang panted, "It's too tight."
She eased off, but he didn't slow down before he touched her lower body, rubbing it gently against her slit, occasionally pressing against her clitoris, causing her to moan softly and release more fluid. He couldn't bear to hear her moan as she was touching his penis, and she had just orgasmed, so she was more sensitive than him and could reach her climax easily. She trembled under his friction, and her vagina was sucking in pleasure.
"Go open the storage compartment behind you and get some tissues." Deng Shilang already had a strong feeling. After saying that, seeing that she was still in Cheng Huan, he bit her ear and said, "Do you want me to cum on you?"
Yao Ling reached back to search for it, and just as she pulled out a tissue, he snatched it away. She pounded away at the aftermath of her orgasm, stroking him two or three times. He buried his head in the skin between her neck and ear, panting, and used the tissue to cushion his ejaculation, keeping it off her clothes. The moment she let go, he softened, his body enveloped in pleasure.
After handling it, Deng Shilang took a wet wipe from the storage compartment, held her wrist, wiped her palm, and threw it into the garbage place in front of the compartment, saying, "Go back."
The two people calmed down immediately after they had released their emotions. They were originally very passionate and accidentally lost control. Now they were cold and expressionless, as if nothing had happened.
Yao Ling picked up her bag, opened the door, and got out of the car. Returning to the B&B, she took a shower. As she was showering, she felt a string of honey between her fingers. She reached under the shower head to rinse it off, then changed into pajamas and went back to her room to rest.
As the night grew deeper, Deng Shilang drove back to his apartment, took off his clothes in the bathroom, and took a shower to sober up.
He leaned against the wall, staring at the ground. His head was soaked, water dripping from his brow to his chin and then to his feet. He shouldn't have crossed the line, his defenses, but he lost control. Even now, thinking about her orgasm still made him hard. He wiped his hair, turned down the water temperature, and faced the water, rinsing himself.
Coming out of the bathroom, Deng Shilang wiped his hair with a towel and tapped his phone. It was almost three in the morning, and Chen Li'er thought he was asleep, but he still picked up his phone to reply. Sperm-brain was base, and he didn't want to let his girlfriend down again. Although he and his ex had felt physically familiar, as Chen Li'er had said, they shouldn't even have sex.
After replying, Deng Shilang dried his hair and went to sleep. Halloween was over, but he had to continue working the day after tomorrow.
At 3:15, Yao Ling lay in bed, scrolling through her phone. She wasn't very sleepy, so she clicked on her Instagram messages one by one, replying to colleagues and friends in Milan late at night. She wouldn't be questioned about her late nights; after all, it was still evening over there.
Scrolling to the homepage, Instagram sent her a commercial ad. The background and model looked familiar, and she quickly recognized it as a photo Chen Li'er had taken that afternoon by Victoria Harbour. Honestly, she wasn't familiar with Chen Li'er, but photos can reveal a person's personality and interests. For example, Chen Li'er's preference for central composition suggests a strong sense of organization. Furthermore, while most photographers use a wide aperture for convenience, Chen Li'er rarely uses it, demonstrating her unwavering commitment to her own style.
Yao Ling put down her phone and pressed her forehead, which was slightly sore from drinking.
She actually didn't want to hurt him at all. A beautiful photo requires careful planning and polishing. People with good organization and principles can't tolerate unexpected grains of sand. Grain of sand is a mistake. The same is true for a relationship. If a boyfriend and his ex lose control of their car, it's definitely something the other person can't accept.
She should have kept her distance from him as she said at the beginning.
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There's nothing we can do about it. Who told them to have a sense of morality and want to increase their popularity?
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