Jiang Wan had no idea that, in front of nearly ten million people, she had just extended an invitation to Wen Jin.
She dizzily returned to her room, lay on the bed and almost fell asleep before Wen Jin came in, covered in steam.
He had just finished showering, with only a towel around his waist.
Water dripped from his wet hair, sliding past his Adam’s apple, over his chest muscles, down his defined abs, and disappearing into the towel.
Jiang Wan half-sat on the bed, staring at his bare torso. Her throat went dry.
“You… why… aren’t you wearing clothes?”
“You’re not wearing any either.” Wen Jin walked closer and tugged lightly at her bath towel.
Jiang Wan’s reactions are sluggish due to alcohol. She was a beat too late covering her chest, which only made her curves look fuller and breast to stand out.
Her slim waist led into two pale, slender legs.
Wen Jin parted her legs and stared at the space between them.
Her v*g/na was beautiful, hairless, her pink labia delicate.
He reached out a finger and touched it, and Jiang Wan trembled, “Don’t… ah…”
He reached out with his hand and burrowed in. Jiang Wan shivered at the penetration, her breathing tightening, her voice lost and uncertain, “Wen Jin…”
The tight, wet heat enveloped his fingers, making it even tighter and harder to penetrate.
The warmth of his touch made her body tense. She bit her lip, her voice shaking:
“Don’t…”
Wen Jin lifted his eyes to look at her, his voice husky, burning:
“Right now… do you want to have s3x with me?”
Jiang Wan, though dizzy, understood his words. Her face flushed bright red, and she quickly denied, “N-no… I don’t…”
Wen Jin’s gaze darkened. The towel around his waist tented, his c*/ck uncomfortably hard.
“Then… you can touch mine too.” He pulled off the towel, revealing his swollen shaft.
Jiang Wan’s entire body froze at the sight of his thick and long shaft, overwhelmed. Her nerves, dulled by alcohol, left her panicked and hot all over.
“Don’t… I don’t want to…”
But Wen Jin caught her hand and pressed it against his shaft.
Jiang Wan trembled violently. The heat beneath her palm made her feel as though she was holding burning metal.
Her hand couldn’t even wrap around it fully.
Wen Jin exhaled sharply, his voice rough and low, “Faster.”
Wen Jin guided her hand, showing her how to stroke him.
“Just like this.”
Her fingertips brushed his massive glans, and her back shivered as though shocked. His hand wrapped around hers, stroking the thick shaft up and down, his breath heavy in her ear, carrying that faint pine scent that clouded all her senses.
Her body grew hotter down there.
Wen Jin groaned, thrusting his hips against her hand a few more times, and then reached release, unintentionally spilling onto her chest.
Her pink nips were already erect, now stained with his cu^m, which only deepened the air of lewd, erotic shame in the moment. Wen Jin’s body, barely calmed, reacted again almost instantly.
“Do you feel aroused by me now?” he asked.
Jiang Wan clamped her legs tightly, shaking her head.
But Wen Jin’s eyes had already caught the damp stain on the sheets. He stared at her for a moment, then concluded:
“You’re lying.”
Jiang Wan’s face burned. “I am not!”
Wen Jin slid his fingers between her legs. Moments later, he pulled them back, showing the moisture glistening on his fingertips.
“You want me.”
“This is the proof.”
Sansukini: I like the build up. How about you?