0045 Foot Seduction (Mild H)
The day Shen Yuxiu returned, Song Ning brought a bottle of red wine that she had carefully selected.
Shen Yuxiu specially wore a dark tie with a silver tie clip she had given him. The clip had a small gear at the front, which matched the mechanical watch on his wrist perfectly.
That watch was also a gift from her, but it was a long time ago. Compared to his other watches, it was worth less than a fraction of his money, yet it was the one he wore most often.
"I have great taste," Song Ning praised as she watched Shen Yuxiu place the steak on the table.
"Yes, it's always been good." Shen Yuxiu glanced down at his collar clip and smiled in agreement.
Song Ning wasn't referring to the gift, but to the person. If someone wants to play dumb, then let them play dumb.
Song Ning sat down, opened a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for each of them: "Tonight, I want to sleep here."
"Yes, I'll tell Dad." Shen Yuxiu sat opposite him, the two of them very close, close enough that they could touch if they hooked their feet together.
"Let's eat first." Shen Yuxiu cut the steak in his bowl and swapped it with Song Ning's plate.
Song Ning tucked his feet under the table, picked up a piece of beef with his fork, and bit into it rather fiercely.
It wasn't a formal candlelight dinner, but flowers, candles, and red wine were all there, which Song Ning liked.
Her mother was a woman who valued rituals, and perhaps influenced by her, Song Ning liked this kind of simple yet thoughtful sense of ritual.
"Are you full?" Song Ning put down her fork and looked through her wine glass at the candlelight falling into the red sea, emitting a dazzling light.
Shen Yuxiu chuckled. If he didn't get full soon, he might become meat in her mouth.
"Come here."
"No, come here." Song Ning continued to move her foot upwards, placing it on his bulge, pointing her toes to hook him, her toes lightly stroking his erection.
"Then at least put your feet down so I can get up," Shen Yuxiu said helplessly.
"Do you feel comfortable with me like this?" Song Ning slid her feet down until they reached his thighs, then applied a little more pressure, pushing his hard penis upwards.
Shen Yuxiu groaned, holding Song Ning's slender feet firmly, his warm hands tightening around the back of her feet.
"Is it comfortable?" With one foot being grabbed, she still had the other. Song Ning rested her chin on her hand and looked at Shen Yuxiu with great interest.
Didn't you say you weren't in a hurry? Didn't you say you wanted to eat first? Hmph, let's see who's more anxious than whom.
Shen Yuxiu understood Song Ning's thoughts, so he could only remove his hand and go along with her wishes, otherwise she might come up with some new tricks to torment him.
"Be gentle, don't be too heavy."
Song Ning was leisurely drinking when she heard Shen Yuxiu's hoarse voice. The wine in her mouth instantly lost its taste. She put down her wine glass and slowly moved her feet.
The only sounds in the room were the flickering flames and the man's heavy, labored breathing.
Song Ning wore a halter dress, the thin fabric at the chest unable to conceal her rounded figure, with two small nipples slightly protruding, particularly noticeable in the candlelight.
Water was silently flowing out from beneath her, unknowingly wetting her underwear and creating a small, spreading ripple.
The underwear clung to her vulva, damp and cool, stirring a restless feeling within her.
"Brother, take it out." Shen Yuxiu's pants were still buttoned up and the zipper was open. Song Ning's fair and delicate feet were pressed on his underwear, rubbing it carefully.
"That's enough." Shen Yuxiu encircled her slender ankles.
His lower body was hard as iron, and even a little painful—the kind of pain that made him desperately want to release his pent-up emotions.
He wasn't a lustful person; he rarely even had sexual urges when he was young. The first time he had a real psychological sexual urge was on the night Song Ning kissed him for the first time, when he almost uncontrollably had his first erotic dream.
She dreamt that he also confessed his feelings to her, and the two of them kissed passionately in the garden. He pushed her down on the steps, kissed her lips and her full breasts, and touched the flower under her short skirt, doing to her what a man does to a woman.
The dream terrified him so much that he dared not return to China the year he graduated.
"I don't want to, untie it." Song Ning's foot slid into his trousers, down to his crotch, and lingered on his thigh. Her voice softened. "Just consider it as satisfying me."
Shen Yuxiu eventually gave in.
The thick, long penis sprang out, seemingly carrying scorching heat. Song Ning's toes touched the smooth tip, getting some sticky liquid on them. Her toes slid down and smeared the liquid onto Shen Yuxiu's burning hot penis.
Little by little, take more when it's not enough, and repeat the process.
Shen Yuxiu gritted his teeth, supporting his forehead with one hand and gripping her ankle tightly with the other. The domineering and tyrannical nature that had been suppressed in his bones slowly leaked out, and he imagined pulling her over, pressing her against the table, and penetrating her hard.
Song Ning got hooked on the game. One foot wasn't enough, so she lifted the other foot, clamped the wet, slippery penis between her feet, and rubbed it upwards and downwards with the soles of her feet facing each other. She moved and kneaded at the same time.
She knew he liked it; the thing on her foot was hard and hot, and Song Ning's heart raced. She continued to caress his penis with one foot, while the other foot went down and stepped on his scrotum, gently rubbing it in circles.
She circled his penis with her foot, landing beneath it, her toes curled up, casually tracing the prominent veins on her foot, lifting and lowering his penis: "Brother...do you want me?"
"Yes." The hand on the foot exerted force, placing the playful foot on the penis and violently stroking it twice.
Song Ning couldn't see Shen Yuxiu's face, only his clenched jawline, but she could sense the rare ferocity emanating from him. She knew he had been driven to desperation by her. The thought that he was acting impulsively and violently because of her made Song Ning's blood surge even more.
Song Ning pushed his hand away with her foot, freeing her foot from his grasp. She put both feet down at the same time, picked up her wine glass, finished the wine in the glass, and stepped barefoot across the ground.
Shen Yuxiu swept the bowl aside, lifted Song Ning onto the table, and his long rod was now completely exposed. His deep eyes pressed down on her, carrying an overbearing pressure: "Do you like playing that much?"
"It's not like you've known me for just the first time." Song Ning tilted her head back, kissed his prominent Adam's apple, bit it lightly, then released it, a nonchalant smile on her face.
Shen Yuxiu's Adam's apple bobbed, and the teeth marks on it wobbled twice: "Want to try something more exciting?"
"Okay." Song Ning hugged Shen Yuxiu tightly and kissed his lips.
She slightly opened her mouth, letting Shen Yuxiu's tongue in. She licked it, then slipped it into his mouth, where their tongues pushed and intertwined.
There was a hint of red wine in their mouths, a slightly astringent taste. Both lips were burning hot. They had held back their teasing for too long, and now, with just one touch, they felt an urge to melt each other in their mouths.
Shen Yuxiu touched her chest, feeling her breasts through her silk dress. His fingers kneaded her flesh, a gesture completely different from the fierce licking of his tongue; it was slow and gentle.
Song Ning released Shen Yuxiu's neck and used one hand to untie his tie by running down his shirt.
"Help me ejaculate with your hand first." Shen Yuxiu pulled away from her lips, took her hand, and placed it on his erect penis.
The hot, sticky heat in his palm was so intense that Song Ning turned his hand over and rubbed it against the smooth skin. Their eyes met, and their tongues involuntarily intertwined again.
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