[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - 12

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During the conversation, he asked Jing about her work, and Jing only said that she worked for a foreign company. Qiang Ge laughed and said that judging from her demeanor, she must be a manager, and Jing admitted it with a little embarrassment. He went on to say that he himself didn't have much education, but he really hoped that his child would study hard in the future and find a stable job. I saw that he didn't hide the fact that he was divorced and had a child, and I quite admired his frankness.
At this time, the waiter brought the menu, and he asked us what we would like to eat, and then ordered a few dishes such as West Lake Vinegar Fish and Hangzhou Pepper Beef, and asked us if we could have some drinks. Seeing his politeness and thoughtfulness, I replied that we could have some wine. The wine was opened, and the waiter also gave Jing a glass, which she didn't object to. I was relieved to see that Qiang Ge was also very happy. The three of us then drank a glass.
The dishes were served one after another, and the three of us chatted casually about topics. Qiang Ge mentioned running a small to medium-sized business, experiencing both triumphs and setbacks. For people like Jing and me, who had worked steadily in foreign companies since graduating from university, this kind of life experience was indeed quite novel.
After a few rounds of drinks, we'd unknowingly finished a bottle. Without hesitation, Qiang Ge ordered another. I glanced at Jing and saw a blush creeping onto her fair cheeks. I thought to myself, "It's good that she's more relaxed; Qiang Ge and I drink a lot anyway, so she probably won't get drunk."
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Qiang Ge seemed more relaxed after this bottle, frequently complimenting Jing's beauty. Jing, initially hesitant, eventually accepted it with a smile. My expression remained unchanged, but I felt a strange mix of emotions. I was somewhat smug, yet also felt awkward knowing that his flattery was ultimately aimed at getting her into bed, while I, her fiancé, was watching another man pursue my woman.
Whether it was sensing my mood or just instinctive politeness, Qiang Ge would occasionally chat with me to avoid ignoring me. I noticed he kept glancing at his watch and wondered what he was waiting for.
Before I knew it, we had almost finished the food and drinks, and Jing got up to go to the restroom. Suddenly, only Qiang Ge and I, two grown men, were left at the table, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. Qiang Ge hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and whispered, "Xiao Dong, what are your plans for today?"
Seeing his expression, I understood what he meant and felt slightly embarrassed. I hesitated and said, "Nothing special, we'll take it slow. It mainly depends on Xiao Jing's mood; as long as she's happy."
He hummed in agreement and continued, "Is there anywhere you'd like to go after dinner?"
"Nothing special, maybe a bar or something."
"That's fine, I have plans. How about seeing a movie? Later, I can take you to a dance hall."
Seeing his expression, I realized he had clearly made some preparations, and feeling excited myself, I nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Jing returned to the table, and Qiang casually took over the conversation, saying that we had discussed going to see a movie and asked Jing what she thought. Jing hesitated for a moment, glanced at me, and I quickly chimed in, saying I also wanted to see what movies were playing, to which Jing agreed.
After leaving Lou Wai Lou, Qiang led us to the parking lot and got into his Honda SUV. I hesitated slightly and softly asked Jing if she wanted to sit in the front. Jing shyly waved her hand and sat in the back with me. I felt a little guilty and apologized to Qiang, but he seemed to expect it, saying it was no problem. Qiang
chatted with us as he drove, and when he mentioned something funny, Jing couldn't help but laugh. I had a sudden thought; seeing her slightly tipsy expression, I knew the alcohol was taking effect, but I didn't say anything.
The car drove further and further away, feeling like we were leaving the most bustling area. After driving for about twenty minutes, the car stopped. Qiang said, "We're here, just a short walk."
I took Jing's hand and walked with Qiang. We turned a corner and sure enough, we saw a movie theater. It looked a bit run-down, and I glanced at him, puzzled. Seeing my expression, he said somewhat apologetically, "The outside of this theater isn't great, but the inside is alright, and it's relatively quiet." I vaguely understood what he meant and said "Oh."
We walked to the entrance to see what movies were playing, but Qiang waved his hand and said, "They don't have many screenings here. I already picked one and bought a ticket before I came, and the time is perfect." He then pulled out a ticket from his pocket and had it punched by the ticket checker. Although it was a quick movement, I clearly saw him pull out several tickets, definitely more than three.
I suddenly realized that he had planned to come here to watch a movie after dinner, and had checked the time and showtime in advance. No wonder he kept checking his watch while eating. I turned to look at Jing, but she seemed oblivious. I chuckled inwardly and helped her into the theater. Our seats were in the last row. There were still seven or eight minutes before the movie started, and the theater was sparsely populated with only a dozen or so people. Business was clearly slow, and our row was completely empty.
Jing asked what movie was playing, and Qiang said it was a domestic romance film. Jing said she hadn't seen a good domestic film in a long time; the last one she liked was a Feng Xiaogang New Year's film. The two chatted quietly, and I pondered Qiang's plan. Seeing that no one was sitting next to me until the movie started, I thought he must have bought all the seats around us in advance. My heart pounded, knowing he would definitely do something soon. The lights dimmed, and the opening credits started playing on the screen. I thought to myself, the real drama is about to begin
. I'm quite focused on movies, so even though I had countless thoughts in my mind, I quickly became immersed in the plot. A short while later, I felt Jing grab my arm, which was resting on the armrest. I didn't think much of it, and if Jing's hand hadn't suddenly trembled, I wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.
I instinctively glanced at her, only to find her staring straight ahead, her expression awkward, as if she couldn't bear to meet my gaze. My eyes suddenly fell on the extra arm beside her in the dim light, and I immediately realized that Qiang's hand had disappeared beneath Jing's palm, right on her thigh!
I felt a rush of heat to my head, and I immediately turned my head away, my heart pounding as if it would burst out of my chest, as if I had been caught doing something wrong. Only one thought raced through my mind: 'He's touching her!' I desperately wanted to turn my head and take another look, but I forcefully suppressed the urge.
Jing noticed my discovery and remained motionless. From her deliberately slowed breathing, I could sense her inner tension.
At that moment, I was completely oblivious to what was on the screen; all my attention was focused on sensing the actions of the person next to me. Sure enough, upon closer listening, I caught the faint rustling of clothing. I dared not move, only glancing out of the corner of my eye, and saw that Jing had moved her right hand away, while her other hand roamed and caressed her thigh. I couldn't help but imagine the sensations her wool dress and skin would bring to him; a sour and stimulating feeling gripped my stomach, an indescribable mix of pain and pleasure.
Jing's hand found mine, and our fingers intertwined, each sudden tightening of her fingers sending my heart soaring. When she trembled and rested her head on my shoulder, I couldn't help but glance at her lower body; his hand had completely disappeared under her skirt.
I turned my head away, unable to look at him. There wasn't much of the pleasure I had imagined, but rather a powerful sense of humiliation overwhelmed me.
Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my lower body; without even looking, I knew it was Jing's small hand. Unlike my usual instantaneous reaction, she caressed me for a long time, and my penis remained limp.
I was somewhat surprised to feel the zipper being slowly and laboriously unzipped; after all, she had never done anything so outrageous in a movie theater before, and she remained silent. She pulled it out of her underwear, gently stroked it a few times, and then suddenly pulled up the armrest between us. Before I could even react, she leaned over and lay on my lap, taking my penis into her
mouth. The completely unexpected stimulation, amplified amplified in a public place, made me feel my lower body rapidly swell, like a budding flower growing in a fast-paced scene on TV. Soon, she couldn't hold it any longer. Looking down at her head bobbing up and down, the pleasure radiating from my penis subtly shifted my mood. Confidence seemed to return, while jealousy fermented into a strange, stimulating sensation.
I turned to observe my surroundings again. Jing was half-reclined, her skirt mostly lifted by him, revealing her snow-white thighs above the lace trim of her black stockings, the garter belt accentuating her voluptuous figure. On one of her buttocks, a man's hand, which I had just held, was gently kneading and rubbing, even occasionally teasing her genitals through her underwear. I looked up at him, exchanged a glance, then looked down at his actions, savoring the barely concealed desire, smugness, and slight guilt in his eyes.
Although Jing's movements weren't large, she still made some clicking sounds, which I thought were inaudible to those around us, but very clear to me. The unease of being noticed made my nerves particularly sensitive, and the sensations in my lower body were far more intense than usual.
As I enjoyed Jing's ministrations, I reached under her, groping to unbutton two buttons of her shirt. I slipped my hand inside the collar, but the bra obstructed my view, so I withdrew it and pulled the shirt out from under her skirt. Right in front of him, I unhooked it from behind, then reached down again, finally cupping one of her heavy, plump breasts in my hand. When I pinched and rubbed her hard, erect nipple with three fingers, Jing trembled, pausing her mouth and letting out a suppressed moan.
I lowered my head and whispered, "Unbutton it." She removed one hand from my penis, rummaged inside her shirt a few times, and then reached for my testicles. I reached down and lifted her shirt, revealing her smooth back. I stroked it lightly for a moment, then moved my hand away and put my arm around her shoulder. Sure enough, soon Qiang's hand took over. The stark contrast in touch and caresses made Jing shudder again, her body seemingly flinching before she trembled slightly as she accepted the other man's touch.
Just as we were emboldened by our lust, a woman in the middle row suddenly stood up and walked towards the exit. Before I could react, she was already almost in sight of us. Without thinking, I instinctively pulled Jing's clothes down quickly and firmly pressed her still bobbing head down with my other hand. Almost simultaneously, Qiang also sensed the danger, but he only had time to pull down Jing's skirt, and one of his hands was still inside her shirt, so he simply remained still.
Jing, held down by me, although she couldn't see behind her, knew the danger and held her breath, her whole body stiff. The woman walked past us, seemingly oblivious. Only after she pushed open the door and left did I breathe a sigh of relief, patting Jing to reassure her that everything was alright. At this moment, Qiang's hand was still inside her clothes.
The shock subsided. The danger of being discovered only fueled my lust. I guessed the woman was going to the restroom, so I deliberately made Jing stand up, then whispered in her ear, "Take off your bra."
She sat up straight, covering her front, seemingly still lost in the earlier reverie. She paused slightly, panting, before frowning and whispering, "Someone will see."
I chuckled, "It's so dark, who can see? Take it off so I can see your breasts."
A blush rose to her face, and she said, "Then he'll see too!"
My lower body involuntarily hardened. I leaned closer and said, "It's only a matter of time."
She didn't mind, turning her face away and remaining still for a while.
I wasn't in a hurry either, quietly waiting for her next move.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, when the woman returned to her seat, I saw Jing hesitantly loosen her grip on her front, hunch her shoulders, and pull one strap down from her sleeve, then the other. Though her movements were reserved, they couldn't hide the alluring glimpse of her breasts peeking out from under the unbuttoned shirt. I clearly saw that Qiang's eyes, which were fixed on the same spot as mine, revealed a strong desire.
Jing slightly covered her chest and put her bra into her small bag.
I placed one hand on her thigh and leaned closer, saying, "Lift up your skirt."
She silently complied, and Qiang, as if by telepathy, grasped her other thigh. The two men's fingers simultaneously drew circles of varying sizes on her sensitive skin, causing Jing to half-close her eyes and let out a soft sigh.
My right hand didn't stop, while my left hand quietly pulled open one side of her blouse. The cotton fabric brushed against her delicate nipple, completely exposing one of her proud breasts. The touch and the indulgence made her almost unable to open her eyes, and her breathing became increasingly erratic.
Qiang, following suit, lifted her other blouse. At this moment, Jing's chest was exposed, presenting her two naturally rounded breasts without reservation to me and another man. The flickering light on the screen cast shifting shadows on her skin, making the lewd scene seem almost unreal.
Qiang's gaze was so intense that Jing dared not look at him. I felt the man's desire for my fiancée's breasts, stirring up memories of the first time I undressed Jing and admired her alluring peaks, the immense satisfaction I felt. A scene flashed through my mind: Qiang grabbing Jing's ample breasts in his hands, lowering his head to suckle the pink nipples.
Her most delicate skin must have felt the scraping of his beard, the prickly texture contrasting sharply with the warmth and smoothness of his tongue... Especially since it was in public, in front of her fiancé, being played with by a stranger she had only just met... Her hands desperately wanted to grab the man's hair, to press his head against her chest, to let him suckle her breasts more wildly, but she was too ashamed to let loose completely in front of her fiancé, so she could only grip the armrest tightly...
After a long, hazy daydream, I had a wicked idea. I whispered in Jing's ear, "Okay, button up your clothes."
Jing seemed to be awakened from a dream by me. She looked at me in confusion, and when I nodded, she obediently buttoned up her clothes one by one, under Qiang's surprised gaze.
“Teasing him a little, making him all fired up,” I continued, casually licking her sensitive earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly. She
straightened her clothes, tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, sat up straight, and changed her expression, instantly reverting to her dignified, respectable self. Only her prominent nipples, visible through two layers of clothing, betrayed her earlier wantonness. And I finally watched the movie quietly until the end.
…
On the way back to the car from the theater, the three of us chatted about the movie's story and the actors, as if nothing had happened. Beneath the feigned calm, there were shifty glances and double-edged words, making everyone vaguely sense the undercurrent of lust.
Once in the car, Qiang casually asked, "Want to go to a dance hall? Or if you're tired, I
can take you back to the hotel." Jing and I exchanged a glance. I knew she understood what going back to the hotel most likely meant. Although I didn't know what she was thinking, I felt the game was just beginning, so I replied, "I'm not tired yet. How about we go to a dance hall?"
Jing seemed relieved and responded, "Yeah, let's check it out!"
Qiang readily agreed, seemingly very excited. I think he might have wanted things to move quickly, but I was pleased with his politeness.
Along the way, Qiang kept introducing the dance hall to us: "It's owned by my friend. I know it well, so you can relax and have fun."
...
Walking down two flights of stairs to the rhythm of the loud music, entering the basement, I realized why Qiang had reassured us first.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw many scantily clad women standing there, their fiery eyes silently conveying their message. Some people, seeing Jing standing between the two of us men, immediately gave us disdainful looks. Jing, perhaps never having seen anything like this before, instinctively clung tightly to my arm, following me closely.
The waiter led the three of us to a seat near the dance floor, ordered half a dozen beers, and soon a manager-looking man came over to greet Qiang, chatted with us for a few moments, and then tactfully excused himself. Qiang
glanced at his watch, leaned closer, and smiled, "There's a blackout dance starting at ten o'clock; you guys can go have some fun then."
Jing asked, puzzled, what was a "dark dance"? Qiang laughed and said, "Let your husband tell you." I waved my hand and smiled, "Why don't you explain it to me? I've only heard about it, I don't really know (of course, that's not true)."
Then I saw Qiang curl his hand and let Jing lean closer, whispering a few words in her ear. Jing's face showed a look of realization, accompanied by a hint of shyness. She pulled back to look at me smiling, then leaned closer and asked, "Have you ever been to a place like this before?"
I grinned and said, "No way!"
Jing snorted doubtfully, looking at me and said, "If you dare to come to a place like this alone, you're dead!"

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I looked at her, put on my most sincere expression, and said seriously, "Since you came along, I've completely lost interest in places of entertainment."
Jing chuckled and said, "You're such a fake!"
The dance floor was very noisy, and talking was quite tiring. The three of us sat for a while, each drinking more than half a bottle of beer, when suddenly the music stopped, and then many couples walked in, almost filling the previously empty dance floor. Qiang turned to us and smiled, "Why don't you two go have some fun?"
I agreed and pulled Jing to stand up, squeezing through the crowd of men and women. We found a slightly empty spot and had just settled down when the lights went out, and a slow melody started playing.
I wrapped my arms around Jing's slender yet curvy waist, pulling her close. One hand slipped under her skirt and pinched her pink buttocks. She giggled and wriggled in my arms, saying, "There are so many people around!"
I chuckled in her ear, "Look around, can you see anyone else?"
She looked left and right, and seeing that it was indeed pitch black, she wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her face against my chest as I caressed her.
I slowly lifted her skirt, whispering, "Have you ever tried showing your butt to so many people?"
She pinched me lightly, but didn't say anything.
I grabbed her plump buttocks and kneaded them to my heart's content. My lower body began to stir, and I thrust my hips between her legs, hitting that perfect indentation. She involuntarily let out a loud moan, then suddenly realized she was standing in the middle of a crowd. She muttered resentfully, "It's all your fault! Won't anyone hear us?"
"Everyone's doing something naughty, who's going to notice you?" I comforted her. "Baby, take off your panties."
"Here?" Jing's tone was somewhat incredulous.
"Besides now, what other opportunity would I give you to take off your panties in public?" I whispered teasingly in her ear.
This idea clearly tempted her. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "You're asking for too much!" But her hand hesitated before reaching down. "Hold me."
Although she was wearing garter belts today, I had made her wear her panties on the outside from the beginning, which was quite a preparation. In the darkness, I felt her bend over, pulling one panty down from her calf, around her heel, and then, as she was about to pull off the other, she seemed to be bumped by someone behind her. She cried out, "Ouch!" and bumped her head against my crotch, right against my bulge. I quickly helped her up.
Finally, she took off her panties, and I casually took them and stuffed them into my pocket. Then I heard her complain, "That guy behind me bumped my butt."
I laughed, "Man or woman?"
"It seems like a man. Ugh!"
I covered half of her buttocks with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other. In the movie theater, Jing had taken off her bra as I requested. Without the cups, I could comfortably feel the indescribable roundness and softness beneath her thin cotton shirt.
"He touched you in the movie theater, didn't he?"
Jing whimpered, burying her head in my chest. "You saw it all!"
"Was it good?" I asked with a lewd grin.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean by 'I don't know'?"
"I can't explain it. I'm a little scared, and... a little excited."
"Where did he touch you?"
"Your thighs..."
"Did he touch your little sister?"
"Mmm..." Jing said, hugging me tightly, her face rubbing against my chest. The music had ended, and the dance floor was dimly lit again. Jing was so embarrassed that she couldn't lift her face.
As soon as the second song started, I unzipped my pants and guided one of Jing's small hands into them.
"So hard..." Jing murmured, squeezing and grasping.
I breathed a sigh of relief: "Take it out."
Jing obediently freed her erect penis from her crotch with some effort and gently stroked it.
"Kneel down and lick it for me."
"No, honey, we'll be found out!" Jing panicked and waved her hands.
"Just for a little while, come on!"
Jing couldn't resist me, "Just one minute!" she said, kneeling down.
My penis, which had been throbbing with excitement all night, was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet mouth. Inside, a soft flesh teased me relentlessly. The thought that the person next to me was probably less than a meter away filled me with both nervousness and pride.
A few dozen seconds later, Jing stood up in a fluster. I, still not satisfied, turned her around abruptly: "Unbutton your shirt."
Jing protested, "I won't have time to put it back on!"
"Don't worry, I'm listening to the rhythm!" I said, already starting to undress Jing.
"I can do it myself, don't tear off my buttons." Jing reluctantly complied.
I lifted her skirt and pressed it against her, bending my legs to guide my hard penis between her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Jing turned back, still protesting nervously.
"Don't worry, I won't penetrate you, just keep it closed."
Although Jing didn't quite believe me, she obediently parted her legs slightly, allowing my penis to slip between them, then closed her legs again, leaning forward slightly, letting me play with her two naturally drooping breasts from behind. My lower body moved gently between her petals, occasionally brushing against them, and soon my entire member was wet.
After a while, I heard the music was about to end, so I pulled away and said, "Button it up!"
Jing hurriedly finished buttoning it up, and the lights came on. She glared at me, but her expression didn't seem particularly angry. I smiled and gestured with my lips, as if to say, "Aren't you going to put it on?"
I led Jing back to our seats, only to find Qiang watching us and laughing. I followed his gaze and leaned close to Jing, saying with a smile, "You buttoned your shirt wrong."
Jing looked down, her face flushed, and immediately tried to get up to go to the restroom to fix her clothes, but I stopped her and whispered, "Button it here, watch him button it."
Jing glared at me, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. I breathed into her ear and said, "He saw your breasts just now, be sexy, make him really want you."
Jing bit her lip, turned to look at Qiang, hesitated for a long time, and then her fingers slid across her shirt, slowly unbuttoning a crooked button. Qiang smiled silently at her, his eyes burning with anticipation.
"Take your time, seduce him with your eyes," I whispered encouragingly, my heart pounding as I watched Jing's alluring demeanor.
Jing looked at Qiang with half-open eyes, seemingly struggling to unbutton the next button. At this point, three buttons of her shirt were undone, and from my angle, her full breasts were almost spilling out.
Qiang's smile faded, replaced by a hint of… fascination. "Button up the second button," I said, one arm around Jing, calmly following her gaze to him.
Jing smiled quietly and buttoned the top button. But because the bottom buttons were buttoned incorrectly, a large expanse of skin was still exposed.
"Two men over there are looking at you too."
"Which way?" Jing pretended to cover her chest, but I blocked her way, saying, "Let them see!"
"Oh..." Jing hummed softly, lowering her head slightly.
"Unbutton the bottom."
Jing parted her lips slightly and unbuttoned the remaining buttons one by one. At this point, only one button was fastened on her shirt, exposing a large area of skin from her breasts to her navel. Qiang's expression was like that of an animal about to pounce, his eyes fixed on her as he took a big gulp of beer.
Jing trembled slightly in his eyes, then suddenly whispered, "I can't take it anymore..." She tried to pull her shirt up, but I grabbed her hand. Unable to
break free, she closed her eyes, turned her face, and buried her head in my neck. I slipped one hand inside her shirt, looking at Qiang, and began to caress him gently. Jing endured it, her chest heaving violently, her hot breath brushing against my neck.
Qiang's gaze was fixed on her hands beneath her clothes, seemingly imagining my movements with every rise and fall of the fabric, and the sensation her breasts gave me.
"How about dancing a couple of dances with Qiang?"
"Okay..."
Qiang readily led her onto the dance floor. The instant the lights went out, I saw his large hand rest on Jing's waist.
Although the dance floor was pitch black, there was still some dim light on our side of the seats. In the hazy light and soft music, many men and women around us were flirting and caressing, creating an atmosphere full of desire. I raised the cold bottle of wine, mechanically took a sip, and stared blankly at the impenetrable blackness in my eyes, my mind wandering.
Every flirtatious syllable made me wonder what they were doing at that moment...
He would soon discover that Jing's shirt and skirt were now completely naked... Yes, I stripped my woman's underwear completely, just so he could enjoy himself.
Why...
Actually, many men have this kind of fetish, not just Chinese, but foreigners too.
Why do men like us find it so exciting to let other men use our wives?
Because… a wife is the most private thing. Normally, let alone letting someone else use her, even being stared at by someone else for too long would be unpleasant.
But once you've used your girlfriend or wife a thousand times, you'll find that the woman seen from another's perspective is far more attractive than your own wife.
Perhaps what excites you is the stimulation of projecting yourself into someone else's role and feeling their primal desire for your personal sex object.
There's also the perspective of your wife, under your guidance and encouragement, abandoning her deeply ingrained sense of chastity and indulging her desires… the intertwining of every ordinary woman's yearning for wild fantasies and her temporarily suppressed, yet ever-present, sense of guilt. And
isn't there also the stimulation of contrasting your woman with another man's complete trampling of your dignity, the contrast between that and your usual self-satisfied male instincts, igniting a masochistic side in your personality?
I involuntarily interrupted my thoughts. Whether it's true or not, my male pride wouldn't allow me to continue speculating about myself like this.
As the song ended, I saw them standing on the dance floor, showing no sign of returning. Her white blouse, originally tucked into her skirt, was now hanging loosely at the hem.
'He must have already reached inside and groped my Jing all over…' A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside me, yet it also felt burning hot…exciting!
I suddenly realized my jaw was clenched, my right hand gripping the bottle tightly, and I quickly averted my gaze. Jing's proud breasts had always been my favorite, and now someone else was enjoying them…
Lost in these thoughts, the lights went out again… By the time Qiang helped Jing back to her seat, they had already danced three songs. Although I couldn't see clearly, Jing seemed to be walking with a slight limp.
My lower body immediately hardened. I beckoned Jing to sit next to me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an undisguised smile on Qiang's face. Jing took a sip of beer, pressed her burning face against mine, and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm a little dizzy..."
My lips found her earlobe and bit it, saying, "You've been doing something naughty, haven't you?"
She didn't answer, but instead cupped my face and kissed me passionately. I was infected by her passion, and I bit her soft, slightly sweet lips somewhat roughly, while one hand reached up to her breasts and kneaded them forcefully. She made a soft "hmm" sound, and surprisingly, right in front of Qiang Ge, she reached out and grabbed my genitals through my pants. Then, she let out an "oh" and whispered in my ear, "So hard?"
"Mmm...where did he touch you?"
"Everywhere...he took off my shirt completely and touched me." Jing said breathlessly, squeezing my penis forcefully. "Are you excited?"
My blood rushed to my head, my heart pounding. "Mmm, excited...does it feel good when he touches you?"
"Yes..."
"Did he play with your nipples?"
"Mmm..."
"How did he do it?"
"He pinched...and twisted..."
"Like that?"
"Ah...like that..."
"Did he touch your pussy?"
"Yes."
I slipped one hand under her skirt, reaching for her vagina, but stopped at her inner thigh. "Damn! It's all wet here."
"Mmm...he touched my clitoris...it felt so good..."
I looked at the man and whispered in Jing's ear, "Do you want him to fuck you?"
Jing paused, then said softly, "Do you want to?"
I took a deep breath: "Yes!"

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