Ludo Play 3 (with glasses + foot play)
Ludo (a board game) play 3 (with glasses and foot-crossing play)
72.
The most exciting square on the entire Ludo board is the inner square that leads directly to the finish line.
Meng Lanjian immediately entered the most exciting phase—choosing a position she liked and having her partner penetrate her 10 times.
After she saw it clearly, she stood there dumbfounded for a long time.
With neither condoms nor medication available, the two of them obviously couldn't actually get down to business. Meng Lanjian glanced at Chongming's bulging penis between his legs; she had provoked him first, but she couldn't save him.
She glanced at the glasses that were back on Chongming's face, licked her slightly dry lips, and said, "Or, you can use the glasses instead!"
Chongming thought he had misheard. He reached out and grabbed the thin temple of the glasses, suppressing his anger as he took them off, saying, "You're letting something this thin replace what's down there?"
Lan Jian smiled ingratiatingly at him, "Then we'll leave it at that and settle it when we get home."
It's pointless to deal with this at home. It's more interesting to deal with her now.
Chongming gripped the temple of her glasses and lifted her skirt again. "No, these ten times will be doubled when we get home."
The cold temples of the glasses pushed aside her safety shorts. Ever since then, Chongming had been staring at her safety shorts with a hint of resentment, thinking, "Why is the compartment for taking off a piece of clothing for the other person so far away?"
As a result, he missed his chance and still hasn't been able to get rid of her safety shorts; at least she's fully clothed. Meanwhile, he's down to just his underwear and has to be used as a cushion for Miss Meng to sit on. How can he let her have all the good things?
The hard, slender temple of the glasses slipped between Lan Jian's fleshy creases. Chongming remembered that she disliked being penetrated because she thought it was dirty, so he still pushed it in through her underwear.
The temple tips of the glasses have a curve, and since Lan Jian's safety shorts kept obstructing the insertion of the temples, he simply peeled off the safety shorts a bit, and then it went in much more smoothly.
He had only inserted it three times when Meng Lanjian couldn't take it anymore, crying and grabbing his wrist, begging him to go in slower. Chongming was a little helpless, "It's not like I'm the one going in, and you can have an orgasm with such a thin thing going in?"
"No, it has nothing to do with the thickness." Lan Jian lay on top of him, unconsciously rubbing her breasts against his firm pectoral muscles. "Just thinking that you wore these glasses gives me a mental orgasm..."
"Your sexual fetish is quite unique."
"Ah—" Lan Jian was pressed against at an angle, and just like before when she would masturbate with the corner of the blanket between her legs thinking of Chongming, she stretched her waist, lifted her buttocks, and contracted her thighs. "I'm coming!"
Chongming was stunned by her alluring pose of arching her buttocks to meet the arm of the glasses in his hand. He couldn't understand why that little mouth under Lanjian liked it so much, even before he had actually inserted it, she had already climaxed.
Lan Jian, embarrassed by his incredulous expression, buried her face in his shoulder and said shyly, "Don't look at me."
Chongming tapped the screen behind her, "One minute of thrusting into the other person from behind."
Lan Jian was still in shock, leaning against him without moving.
He patted her back, his tone firm and unyielding, "Stand up and lie down by the shelf."
Lan Jian had no choice but to obediently get off him. She took off her wet underwear; her legs were still a little weak. She leaned against the shelf, resting her forehead on her arm, lost in thought. Her mind was blank; even if Chongming really inserted his penis into her, she wouldn't have the slightest thought of resisting.
Perhaps, due to the stimulating environment, it will quickly climb to the top of the wave again.
"Well!"
What was inserted wasn't his hot, swollen penis, but the temple of his glasses that had just squeezed in through his underwear. The metal temple was cold, hard, and slender, nothing compared to his thick, burning penis, but Meng Lanjian still became unusually excited and ejaculated a lot of fluid.
Water comes out.
This time there was no limit to the number of times, but one minute was too short, and Chongming was making the most of every second to pleasure her. Layers upon layers of alluring flesh began to grip her from the curved temples. He couldn't insert all the temples of his glasses, so he pressed the cold lenses against her vulva. Her fluids kept flowing onto the lenses, soaking the lenses and temples outside her vulva, making them all wet with her gushing spring water.
Lan Jian shook her hips and cried out in a frenzied, wailing voice, "Chongming, it's too fast!"
"Only one minute, how can it not be quick?" Chongming himself was still suppressing his desire, so he wanted to satisfy her first. "I really want to go in and fuck you, Lanjian, junior sister!"
He deliberately called out that last time, adopting the usual aloof and arrogant tone of a senior, lecturing her, "When are you going to change this playful personality of yours? Hmm? Even in the lab, you need your senior to satisfy you, do you know how wrong you are?"
"Senior brother, um... senior brother!" Lan Jian turned around, unable to form a coherent sentence, "Come in!"
Chongming ignored her request. He couldn't stand her like this, so he knelt down behind her, pulled out his wet glasses, and used his lips and tongue to suckle her vulva. His flexible, soft tongue replaced the stiff, slender temples of the glasses. After thrusting in and out quickly for dozens of times, his hands, which were spreading Meng Lanjian's buttocks, suddenly gripped her buttocks tightly. His tongue pressed against her inner walls, and after she had finished contracting, he withdrew, his mouth full of vaginal fluid.
Meng Lanjian felt weak all over and was carried back to sit down. Chongming held her fingertips and continued to throw the dice for her; giving up halfway was not his style.
Besides, he also wanted to win the Ludo game so he could keep those photos and use them for masturbation later.
In the end, Meng Lanjian went up and down twice but failed to reach the finish line, allowing Chongming to overtake him and win the victory.
He took screenshots of all the dice rolls the two men made, so that no one could deny the debt the next day.
He fumbled for the tissue box in the dark, opened it, and pulled out a tissue. Just as he was cleaning the muddy flower grove in Menglanjian, the lights suddenly came on.
The indoor and outdoor spaces instantly became bright and cheerful.
The two people in the storage room looked rather disheveled.
After quickly cleaning Lan Jian's lower body, Chongming helped her put on some less wet safety shorts. He put her underwear in his pocket for safekeeping and carried her out of the storage room to sit in his chair.
"Chongming," Meng Lanjian called to him in a hoarse voice, "when you're done, come back and pour me a glass of water."
She stared at him longingly, at him completely naked, down to only his underwear. Chongming knew his own state perfectly well; he walked back to the storage room, both angry and amused, to get dressed, and dutifully went to the tea room to fetch water for his wife.
She sat on his seat, holding a water glass, enjoying the air conditioning, while he went back to the storage room to clean up.
Meng Lanjian's shoes were still in the storage room. Chongming picked them up for her and brought them to her. Seeing that she looked limp and lazy, Chongming squatted down and prepared to put them back on for her.
Lan Jian gazed at the top of his jet-black hair. He had a cowlick that was only visible when he lowered his eyes.
"Senior brother," she called to him, overwhelmed with emotion, "I know I was wrong."
Chongming placed her feet on his thigh and focused on helping her put on her shoes. "What did you do wrong? It's all because I, your senior brother, am a pervert. I treat my junior sister like both a wife and a daughter, spoiling you so much that you've become lawless."
While he was kneeling to help her put on her shoes, Meng Lanjian's other foot wandered between his legs, poking at the bulging thing in his crotch with her toe. She knew from the touch that he was still hard.
After admitting her mistake, she ignored his words, curling her toes up and then down, hiding in his crotch to play hide-and-seek with his hands that tried to grab her feet. She deliberately stomped on his feet a few times, the hard mass under her feet bouncing excitedly, and Meng Lanjian stomped even harder.
Chongming initially let her play with him with a smile; after all, she was bold and playful, even daring to engage in sexual flight with him in the storage room.
She was playing chess, so what if she stepped on his vital parts a few times? But gradually, she stepped harder and harder. His desire, which had never subsided, seemed to bounce back after being crushed by her.
“Meng Lanjian,” Chongming finally grabbed her ankle, “Stop fooling around, this is a laboratory.”
Lan Jian was unable to move because he was holding her ankle. On a whim, she spread her toes and clamped his groin between her toes.
"Hiss!" Chongming winced in pain and pleasure, turning his head away to look at the ground, not wanting Lan Jian to see his expression. He was so stimulated by her that his scalp tingled, and his desire, which had been trapped in his underwear, suddenly stretched and expanded the moment she gripped him.
"Chongming," Lan Jian also picked up her phone, going even further than him by pressing record. Since they had both recorded each other's passionate moments, neither could use it to blackmail the other later. "Was it comfortable?"
Chongming looked down and saw her heels beginning to press against his protruding shaft—he had no recollection of when he had let go of her hand.
He remained kneeling on one knee.
The first time I did this position wasn't for a marriage proposal. It was to help her put on her shoes, and that's how I found a way to release my desire.
Chongming looked up in a daze and saw her recording with her phone, but he had no strength left to resist. The intoxicating pleasure spread from his genitals, which were being gripped by her toes, throughout his entire body.
He began to unconsciously wiggle his hips, allowing her to adjust her position and squeeze him tighter, just like her little mouth below, always tightly and warmly enveloping him.
"Lanjian, a little harder," Chongming said in a hoarse voice, his eyes slightly bloodshot. "Put it in."
He unbuttoned his trousers, and her small feet cleverly slipped inside, like a nimble little snake, oblivious to the danger, biting into another giant python.
Lan Jian felt his burgeoning power through his socks. She flipped her foot over and rubbed the veins on his shaft, just in time to meet his unsatisfied gaze. She was still recording with her phone in one hand. The video showed a well-dressed man, and the camera panned down to reveal something rising and falling in the center of his light gray crotch. It was her foot inside, stroking, rubbing, and squeezing him.
"He's about to shoot!"
Chongming swiftly reached out to grab Lanjian's ankle, but was ultimately a step too slow—
Several smears of thick white semen were visible on her loose white socks.
Her soles were exposed to his face, the scene both lewd and alluring, like a hazy yet immersive erotic dream.
Chongming took off her socks, rolled them up, and stuffed them into an empty pocket, just like he would tie a condom full of semen and throw it into the trash can.
The other pocket was bulging with her soaked underwear.
He ran out of tissues on the table, so he went to the storeroom and took out the box he had just used, along with his belt.
After the two finished cleaning up and made sure there was no residual scent in the laboratory and no fingerprints or dampness in the storage room, they left the laboratory one after the other.
The corridor was deserted on the weekend. Two senior students, one tall and one short, walked side by side, their auras similar. They didn't speak, only Chongming's bulging pockets occasionally brushing against Lanjian's skirt. Apart from the two of them, no one knew what they had done in the lab during the two hours of power outage and the half hour after the lights came back on.
Only the newly placed box of festive red tissues on Chongming's table bears witness to a secret yet passionate sexual encounter that once took place here.
@Chongming: My wife's underwear got wet in the left pocket, and her socks with my semen on them in the right pocket. I'm guilty.
@Lanjian: Kids, don't do this.
@RedTissueBox: Am I also part of your play?
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