"Youthful Sexual Affairs: The Erotic Past of a Post-80s Generation" - Chapter 241: Men Shouldn't Be Too Soft-Hearted

Hearing Lin Qing's rapid heartbeat, Song Ying hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to part her lips slightly and kiss Lin Qing gently, her smooth tongue swirling along Lin Qing's chest muscles.
Lin Qing didn't know what she wanted. His desire hadn't subsided, and Song Ying's teasing only made things worse. In the end, she wouldn't let him actually penetrate her. Fine, since he couldn't penetrate her honey hole, he might as well taste her little mouth.
Lin Qing reached out and stroked Song Ying's head, gently pressing it down. Song Ying's head slowly moved down under Lin Qing's hand, kissing my belly until my penis stood erect in front of her. She was amazed by the size of Lin Qing's penis, "Wow, it's so big."
Lin Qing's penis bounced back and forth, so Song Ying had no choice but to hold it with her small hand and look at Lin Qing for help. Lin Qing smiled and said, "Baby, kiss it."
Song Ying blushed, hesitated for a long time, but still firmly shook her head, "Um, no, I, I'll use my hand instead."
Looking at her pitiful expression, what could Lin Qing say?
As Lin Qing's cool, delicate hands moved up and down, Song Ying's full breasts trembled slightly. Lin Qing reached out and grabbed her bouncing, snow-white breasts, squeezing and kneading them. The soft flesh swelled and stood erect under Lin Qing's kneading and pressing, and the small nipples on the peaks stood hard.
Song Ying's breathing became heavy and rapid, while Lin Qing's penis, squeezed by her soft and smooth palm, was accumulating pleasure little by little, and he also began to breathe heavily.
"Are you going to ejaculate?"
Song Ying asked softly, still sounding shy. Seeing Lin Qing nod, she quickened her pace, but Lin Qing immediately stopped her, saying, "That's enough, that's enough."
He didn't want to ejaculate so easily. Before he slept with her, he wanted Song Ying to feel guilty. "Forget it, I'll take you home. Didn't you say your family would talk about you if you went back?"
Are you unhappy?
Song Ying was surprised by Lin Qing's sudden change of heart. She nervously got dressed and went out with Lin Qing.
Downstairs at Song Ying's house, Lin Qing repeatedly assured her that he wasn't angry, and only then did Song Ying reluctantly go home.
How exactly could he win Song Ying's heart? Lin Qing racked his brains for a long time, finally remembering the tried-and-true method of playing hard to get that he had used every time in middle school. Since graduating from middle school, all the women Lin Qing had met had thrown themselves at him, making him almost forget how to pursue girls.
In the days that followed, Lin Qing stopped making plans with Jia Ying. Before a week had passed, Song Ying couldn't help but call Lin Qing, "Lin Qing, why haven't you come to see me lately? Are you still angry with me?"
"No, I've been too busy with work lately, I haven't had time."
From Lin Qing's indifferent tone, Song Ying could detect a clear sense of perfunctoriness. "Sigh—"
She let out a long, soft sigh, and as if gathering her courage, slowly uttered a sentence, "Come to my house tonight, I want to have a good talk with you."
"This isn't a good idea. Will your parents be happy?"
Hearing her invitation, Lin Qing was overjoyed, but she still pretended to be hesitant.
"My parents aren't home. They went to a leader's birthday celebration today and won't be back tonight."
Song Ying's tone became somewhat urgent.
"Oh, so where are you going for dinner tonight?"
Lin Qing knew she couldn't cook, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "You, you still care about me? I, I thought you didn't like me anymore."
Song Ying pouted and acted coquettishly, feeling wronged.
"How could that be? Here's what we'll do: after get off work, wait for me at the entrance of your workplace, and I'll pick you up for dinner. Consider it my way of making amends, okay?"
After hanging up with Song Ying, Lin Qing was so excited he was almost flustered, pacing around the office. After a moment, he calmed down and walked up to Wei Feng. "Brother Feng, can I borrow your car?"
Seeing my excited expression, Wei Feng smiled ingratiatingly and asked, "When are you going to use it?"
"I'll use it after get off work, and return it to you tomorrow morning. You're not just reluctant to part with it, are you?"
"No way, here you go."
Wei Feng reached down and took the remote control off his waist. "My car is parked in the backyard."
"I know, I saw you drive here this morning."
Lin Qing whistled as she went downstairs.
As soon as the car turned into the service company's gate, Lin Qing saw Song Ying waiting at the door, wearing a spaghetti strap dress. Her long, fair skin between her light black high-heeled boots and the super short skirt was particularly alluring, exuding sexiness amidst her gentle charm, and her exquisite and curvaceous figure was graceful and charming.
Lin Qing stopped the car, rolled down the window, and honked the horn. Song Ying hesitated for a moment, then walked over and looked down at Lin Qing. "You can drive?"
Her low-cut top revealed a deep cleavage, her long, glossy black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a wisp of bangs fell perfectly over her eyelashes, which were long and curled upwards. Her alluring, sexy lips were slightly parted, revealing a faint, sweet smile. Combined with her fair and smooth skin, she was truly a stunning beauty.
"As I learn more, you'll gradually learn everything."
Lin Qing glanced sideways at Song Ying's curvaceous and alluring body. Her tight pink top perfectly outlined her full breasts, and a light blue exquisite leather bag hung on her shoulder. Her short skirt clung to her waist, highlighting the beautiful curves of her ample breasts and hips. Her fair and shapely thighs were exposed beneath the skirt, and her crystal-clear white skin radiated an alluring glow.
"Get in the car."
Song Ying sat next to Lin Qing. Her skirt, which had already covered her rounded knees, had ridden up nearly ten centimeters, revealing her shapely and rounded thighs. Her snow-white skin was smooth and delicate, her slender calves were thin and straight, and her plump ankles were delicate and smooth.
Sensing Lin Qing's gaze, Song Ying shyly crossed her right leg over her left, adopting a graceful sitting posture. Her shapely calves below her smooth knees were not fully closed, and a white shadow flickered faintly beneath her skirt.
"Alright, let's drive. I'm a little hungry."
Song Ying pinched Lin Qing's arm shyly, "Have you seen enough?"
Lin Qing felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly started the car. Seeing that Lin Qing was focused on looking ahead, Song Ying flattened her thighs and naturally spread her knees against my wrist holding the gear shift. The smooth and delicate touch made Lin Qing's penis, which was taut in his crotch, swell up as if it would burst. Afraid that Lin Qing would take the opportunity to peek under her skirt, Song Ying placed her delicate handbag on her thigh.
"It's so hot like this."
Lin Qing reached for her purse and threw it onto the back seat. "You—"
Song Ying was too late to stop her, so she could only use her small hands to hold down the hem of her skirt, which was constantly being blown about by the air conditioner.
Seeing her nervousness, Lin Qing chuckled inwardly and deliberately sped up, turning left and right to overtake other cars. Song Ying was a little scared and hurriedly gripped the handrail above the car door tightly. Her full breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing. "Slow down, slow down, slow down."
Weren't you hungry?
Lin Qing slowly reduced the accelerator, and the decrease in speed was so small that Song Ying could not feel it at all. Her small hands were still nervously gripping the handrail, and her short skirt had already flowed up without being restrained, revealing her fair and smooth thighs slightly opening and closing.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Lin Qing saw her silky smooth, shapely thighs with delicate, fair skin. Her white panties clung to her rounded thighs, covering her mons pubis, clearly revealing a dark shadow. Two tufts of curly pubic hair peeked out from the sides of the narrow panties, and her slightly raised mons pubis and fair thighs were fully exposed.
After glancing at it a few times, Lin Qing turned his gaze back. After all, he couldn't risk his life, and the car's speed noticeably decreased. Song Ying also let go of the handrail, her small hand moving to the hem of her skirt. A rosy blush rose on her fair cheeks. She had clearly noticed Lin Qing's prying eyes, but she kept her head down and remained silent.
What would you like to eat?
Lin Qing broke the awkward silence with her voice.
"casual."
Song Ying answered in a low voice.
"Don't just pick anything, because 'just pick' is the hardest thing to find."
"You decide. As long as I'm with you, I'll eat anything."
Song Ying lowered her head, her voice even softer.
Hearing the deep affection in his words, Lin Qing was captivated. "Then let me treat you to something nice."
He turned the steering wheel, and the car headed towards the most bustling main urban area.
Since Lin Qing found the secret to making money, he has been frequenting high-end places and has gradually become quite adept at it.
The car slowly drove into the spacious parking lot in front of the 'Danfeng Bailu' Western restaurant and parked under the guidance of the doorman.
"Get off the bus."
Lin Qing turned to look at Song Ying, who was amazed by the opulent and luxurious facade of the storefront. A hostess dressed in a French-style court dress ran up to open the car door for us. "Thank you."
Song Ying uttered a soft voice from her sexy little mouth as she followed behind the hostess. She gently tugged at Lin Qing's waist and said, "How much does it cost to come here? What a waste."
Hearing her words, Lin Qing found it both funny and touching. He leaned closer to her soft earlobe and said, "I once heard a saying that a woman who is your lover will spend your money like crazy, but after becoming your wife, she will try her best to save money. It seems that you are planning to marry me."
"Marry you my foot! Go to hell!"
Hearing Lin Qing's teasing, Song Ying pinched him shyly.
"Don't worry, this little bit of money won't bankrupt me. Besides, I don't come here every day. I only came here because I invited you."
Lin Qing put his arm around her smooth, soft shoulders and walked into the lobby.
Lobster, caviar, oysters, salmon—as the waiter introduced each dish, Song Ying looked down at the menu, searching for prices. After reading them, she shook her head repeatedly. Lin Qing leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with emotion. It was clear that Song Ying genuinely wanted to save him money.
The waiter was getting a little impatient. "How about you two order today's special dinner?"
The contemptuous tone enraged Lin Qing. "You think I can't afford it? Damn it, you little brat waiter dares to look down on me like that."
The profanity that came out of her mouth surprised both Song Ying and the waiter.
"Go and call your manager here."
The waiter was still standing there, and Lin Qing got even angrier. "Aren't you going yet? Haven't you been scolded enough?"
The waiter finally came to his senses, glared at Lin Qing fiercely, and turned to leave.
What are you doing?
Song Ying glanced at the guests watching them and gently comforted Lin Qing, "Why are you so angry?"
"Look at her tone, humph, how dare she look down on you, she's asking for it."
Lin Qing feigned indignation. Song Ying looked at him with a hint of emotion in her eyes, "So you care about me this much?"
"Of course."
Lin Qing pressed her advantage, saying, "I will not allow anyone to hurt you in any way."
The lobby manager jogged over, "I'm so sorry, Brother Lin, you're here. I didn't see you. I'm so sorry for neglecting you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Whatever the chef's specialty is today, just bring it out. Also, grab a good bottle of red wine."
Lin Qing smiled and beckoned to her. The manager immediately leaned down and put her mouth close to Lin Qing's, "Play some more elegant music to create some atmosphere."
"Okay, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon."
After the manager left, Song Ying looked at Lin Qing with a strange expression. "You two seem to know each other quite well?"
"Actually, this place is owned by my older brother. The lobby manager is the owner's distant cousin. We've eaten here together a few times."
Soon, the dishes began to arrive, the lights in the hall were dimmed, and soothing music poured in from the speakers hidden in the corner of the ceiling. Lin Qing picked up a stemmed glass of red wine, gently swirled it, and exclaimed, "Cheers!"
Everything here felt new and romantic to Song Ying. She gradually became intoxicated by the atmosphere that Lin Qing had deliberately created, and was clearly a little tipsy. She drank glass after glass of red wine. Song Ying probably felt that it was mellow and had little alcohol taste, but she didn't know that red wine had a strong aftereffect.
The romantic dinner lasted for about two hours. Song Ying drank more than half of a bottle of red wine. Her fair cheeks were flushed with a delicate pink, and her speech became slurred.
"Okay, let's go, I'll take you home."
Lin Qing embraced her shapely, hot body as they walked out of the restaurant.
Sitting in the car, Song Ying leaned against the window, feeling somewhat drowsy. Her eyelids struggled to stay open, but then gradually closed without her noticing, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Lin Qing glanced at her smooth, long legs beneath her short skirt; due to her sleeping position, her white silk panties were even visible. Song Ying was still asleep, a sweet smile on her lips. "You won't be able to escape my grasp tonight, will you?"
Looking at the voluptuous body so close to him, and thinking that he would soon be able to truly kiss her, Lin Qing's palms were slightly sweaty. The long-awaited moment was about to arrive, and he hurriedly started the car and drove towards Song Ying's house.

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