"Master is so heartless. Once master's tight pussy takes it in, I'll make sure to please master every day, leaving no room for anyone else's cock." Chen Ling spoke in a falsetto again.
Yaxi: …
Even though she pushed him to this, Chen Ling's willingness to throw away his pride was beyond what she expected.
She had to admit, she liked this shameless, slutty side of Chen Ling, liked how he tried to figure out what she wanted to please her, liked his verbal displays of possessiveness towards her.
She's not Chen Ling's girlfriend, but she can still make all the scenes from her past dreams come true like this.
"Jerk off," she said, rinsing the foam off her legs, then sitting with her knees drawn up, watching his performance.
Chen Ling then gripped his cock and began stroking it up and down.
He actually masturbated very rarely. Perhaps because he was used to being strict with himself since childhood, Chen Ling had a low sex drive during puberty.
More often, it was just the natural reaction in the morning. He would always treat it like completing homework, taking a long time to make the milky fluid spurt in the bathroom, then clean it up meticulously. Morning erections were a hassle for him.
At this moment, it was the first time he closed his eyes to truly feel the desire while masturbating.
He stroked up and down, squeezing, imagining it was Yaxi's small hand wrapped around it. She probably could barely grip it, then curiously bring her face close to look, tentatively pinch his shaft. Then, like her bold action earlier, she would lick the tip of his penis and suck.
The glans oozed fluid, Chen Ling's scalp tingled, he gripped tighter, rubbed the opening of the glans with his index finger and thumb, then pulled down. The foreskin was pulled to form wrinkles.
"Is jerking off always this slow? I thought it was about speed," Yaxi asked curiously, her face flushed as she watched.
Chen Ling opened his eyes and looked at her: "I haven't gotten there yet."
Point? Which point?
Yaxi thoughtfully took down the black lace panties that she had casually hung on the bathtub wall earlier.
Under Chen Ling's burning gaze, she picked up the panties that had already been splashed wet by the shower spray, wiped them over her nipples. Then, facing him, she spread her legs and simply rubbed the lace panties over her thighs and vulva.
She threw the panties through the air, and they happened to land on Chen Ling's curved and erect cock.
"Think of me, use this to jerk off."
Chen Ling's eyes darkened, he licked his lips, and closed his eyes again.
This time, in his mind, he saw the girlish place that Yaxi had just opened to him; if these panties were worn there, they would surely be soaked with her juices. He imagined inserting his penis through this transparent black lace, grinding against her inner walls—would she cry and beg for mercy?
"Master," he called out, satisfying her desire to hear it while actually stimulating himself, "you're so tight."
His call made Yaxi's heart skip a beat, and her pussy itched.
She watched as Chen Ling's eyes were slightly red at the corners, his mouth slightly open, leaning against the wall. He sensually stretched his body, squeezed his balls with one hand, wrapped the black lace panties around his shaft, and began stroking rapidly.
"Mmm..." she panted to help him, "Master's slutty juices are all over the panties, they've already made the little dog's cock all wet."
Chen Ling gritted his teeth, tensed his buttocks and slightly thrust upwards, as if he was really penetrating her.
"Master," he called out again, on the verge of climax, his handsome face flushed.
"The little dog has fucked master's panties to pieces, he needs to be punished. Wuwu, it's too much, don't go in anymore..." Yaxi imitated a crying voice.