Chapter 21 Ejaculation

Monica clung to his arms and watched him unfasten his belt and free the erectile sex apparatus from the bondage of cloth.
The thick and long one is heavy and clean, but the meridians and collaterals of the stem are knotted, emitting a ferocious atmosphere of aggression.
A terrible appearance that is completely different from Steven's gentle face.
She was inexplicably scared and turned to get off his leg: "I'm leaving. I'm not going to solve it for you."
"it's late."
Steven pulled her legs closer to her side, rubbing her naked delicate skin against the cold fabric of her suit trousers until the inside of her legs pressed against his hip, and the two men's lower bodies clung together.
Monica felt the penis poking the heart of the leg unshielded, so hard and hot that he was startled. He got up and tried to escape, but he pressed it back, struggling and unable to move.
"No.
Steven...
I don't want to do. "
She cried in a panic, pushing his shoulder. "You can't do this!"
"No."
He kissed her on the lips and gasped low. "Baby, help me clip it for a while."
He held his penis and leaned in against his lips. Monica's waist softened and he could not help gasping for breath.
It is completely different from the previous fingers, it is another strange, but more terrible touch.
The glans slid up and down with the sticky liquid in the heart of the leg, sunk into the gap in the heart of the leg, and depressed the soft flesh of the lips.
He pressed her butt down, and the stem rubbed heavily through the hole, and she moaned sensitively, shrunk the hole and spit water on the sexual apparatus, dripping wet.
Steven held her for a while, feeling that instead of relieving much, she was a little more passionate.
He gasped heavily and turned her back to him.
The beautiful white and naked back fluctuated slightly with her breath, and the beautiful body lines tucked in slightly at the thin waist, and then two pieces of full and soft buttocks were pressed against his belly, and as he moved, he was knocked out of a delicious wave. Beautiful scenery seduces people.
He held her leg and pushed it into the heart of her leg little by little from behind.
Monica thought several times that he was going to cut in, crying and humming, twisting his body and refusing to cooperate, so he pinched his buttocks and whispered: "I'm really plugged in again."
She was startled and dared not move any more, but gasped and moaned, and the heart of her legs was rubbed up from behind by her penis.
whispered as he ground his penis from behind her legs.
"So hard...hmm..." She wanted to hide a little, but he held her down and sat her on top, her sensitive flesh being crushed and rubbed by his rough and hard shaft, causing a bone-piercing tingling sensation that exploded in her mind.
Monica couldn't resist being pushed forward by the thrusts, and Steven dragged the chair to the edge of the table, holding her as he sat down, reassuringly, helping her steady herself against the edge of the desk, and continued to thrust into her soft flesh from behind.
His movements became stronger, as if he wanted to stuff his entire penis inside her. The rough and hard shaft barely fit between the soft flower lips, while the head rubbed against the small, erect clit at the top, thrusting forcefully with his movements, stimulating Monica's breath with a slightly sobbing tone.
She reached behind, attempting to stop him, "Um...slow down..."
The sound of sticky fluid kept splashing as their actions squeezed and splattered it. Steven reached out to knead the trembling soft breasts that had been pounded, exerting even more force from his lower body, almost wanting to push that sensitive clitoris all the way in.
The shaft rubbed back and forth in the wet redness between her legs, sinking into the soft flesh with strength. Although he hadn't actually penetrated, Monica felt as if he had.
The sour and tingling fullness spread from between her legs throughout her entire body. She couldn't help but moan while clutching the table, her dangling toes involuntarily hooking around his calf, her body tightening and writhing, her wet and red entrance releasing a wave of liquid, clearly experiencing another climax.
"So sensitive...how do you climax with just a little grinding, hmm?" He embraced her again, kissing her forehead. "What will you do in the future when I fuck you, baby? Are you going to soak all of my bed sheets?"
She knew, Steven was not the kind of high-class lady or gentleman that others spoke of, but rather a perverted person at heart!
Annoyed, she tried to pinch him, but he held her tightly, squeezing her body wantonly. Her body was still extremely sensitive after the climax, and after he touched her a few times, her legs couldn't help but release more fluids, and her tiptoes curled up as she whimpered.
He couldn't help himself either, bending down to kiss her, his palm firmly kneading her breasts. His penis remained hard and poking against her legs, causing her to shrink back. "When will you be...?"
He bit her earlobe. "If you want me to ejaculate quickly, you need to give me a little stimulation."
Confused, she looked at him. "What kind of stimulation?"
He spread his legs apart and pulled her up to make her squat down. "Lie on my thighs."
Monica didn't understand, but she followed, thinking that if it would make him ejaculate faster, she would do it.
He touched her hair and hugged her back, pressing her down between his legs.
Feeling his penis pressing against her chest, Monica blushed and was about to get up. "Steven...! You pervert! How dare you!"
"Hmm?" He evaded the question, supporting her shoulders and gradually inserting his stiff and shiny organ soaked in lustful fluids between her tender breasts. Monica had a beautiful chest, and the size was not small at all. It wasn't apparent when she was dressed, but now that she was undressed, Steven could see, how full they were.
He wasI'm slightly surprised.
Clenching the rugged and hard penis between her milky-white breasts, he lightly moved it up and down, causing enticing waves of cleavage to form. The pressure between his palms intensified, causing him to let out a low gasp.
"Baby, lower yourself a bit more... Mmm... Just like that, good girl." He pressed his entire genital organ against her chest, thrusting it upwards into the cleavage. The swollen testicles rubbed against her delicate skin, creating an indescribably pleasant sensation.
Monica choked back tears and cursed him with a quivering voice, "Steven, you pervert! You have no shame! How dare you do this to me! I will... I will chop you into pieces!"
He chuckled, pinching her cheeks, "After chopping me, who will feed Monica's greedy mouth?"
"You're the greedy one!" Monica became angry and reached out to hit him. "You have no shame!"
"Fine, I'm greedy. I'm greedy for Monica." Steven was forcefully squeezed by her bending motion, his breathing becoming unsteady. He opened his mouth hoarsely, "Baby, I'm about to climax, let's stop playing around."
He increased the intensity of his thrusts, and the wetness from the rubbing of his sexual organ against her lubricated her well. The soft flesh of her breasts became distorted from the friction, firmly gripping his penis.
However, because he was too long, in order to make sure the entire shaft was enveloped, the tip had to be partially exposed. Monica occasionally couldn't help but lower her head to look, nearly allowing the glans to touch her lips.
She felt even more embarrassed and annoyed, her fingers squeezing his waist, but he responded by intensifying his actions, almost pushing his entire scrotum inside.
For Steven, the physical pleasure was secondary; the visual impact was more important. She knelt obediently between his legs,legs; her tender breasts pitifully used for the pearl necklace.
Her chest became a bright red mess, her watery eyes staring at him timidly, intoxicating him more than any aphrodisiac.
Monica felt like her chest was about to be scraped raw, hot and itchy, and Steven's breathing noticeably quickened. He tightened his fingers around her breasts, forcefully thrusting twice, pushing his penis deep into her flesh.
Monica barely had time to hear a few gasps of enjoyment from above before she subconsciously looked down, only to be splattered in the face with ejaculate.
"Steven, you! You've dirtied me with your disgusting filth!"
Steven pressed her down, not allowing her to move, with his penis still against her chest, continuing to ejaculate. The sticky and cool, viscous liquid covered her chest, flowing down her cleavage, extremely erotic.
Once he had recovered from the intense pleasure of ejaculation, he released his hold on her hand, and looked down with satisfaction at his masterpiece.
He even used his hand to spread the semen, covering her fair skin, not even leaving her nipples untouched, squeezing and fondling them.
His little princess had been dirtied by him, covered from head to toe in his scent.
This realization made his whole body burn with heat, and there was a rising desire below.
"There won't be a next time, Monica." he breathed heavily, as if warning her, "If you tempt me again, I will really take you."
Monica was infuriated, stood up and tried to wipe off the semen from heris clothes. However, due to squatting on the floor for a long time, her legs had gone numb, and when she stood up, her body became unsteady, and swayed.ing.
She fell into his arms and was embraced by him.
"Why do you also have something on your lips?" He leisurely wiped off the bit of cream from her cheek, deliberately teasing in a low voice, "How about feeding this mouth from now on?"
"Steven!!!" Monica was truly embarrassed to the point of tears.
He knew when to stop, and with a low laugh, he embraced her and kissed and coaxed her. Afterward, affection always made one easily softened.
Monica buried her face in his shoulder and gradually calmed her emotions, sobbing and scolding him for being perverted.
"Well, I am perverted," he openly admitted, taking a tissue from the table to wipe her body, and he kissed her eyes as he lowered his head, "Hurry and put on your clothes, or else you'll catch a cold."
Monica returned to the private room and Lisa let out a sigh of relief, saying, "You finally came back. You left for so long without bringing your phone; I almost checked the surveillance and called the police."
She casually made up a reason, saying, "I went out for a breath of fresh air."
Qin was very perceptiveAppreciative and inquisitive, he looked at her and asked, "Did you encounter good fortune? Why do you have such a radiant face?"
Monica nervously touched her face and said, "No way! You misjudged because of the lighting!"
She pulled out a chair and sat down, quickly changing the subject, "I'm a bit hungry. Let me see if there's anything to eat."
"I was worried the dishes would get cold since you took so long, so I had the waiter keep them warm. If you don't want to eat them, you can order something else."
"It's fine, I'll just have something random." Monica wasn't really hungry for supper. She picked up her chopsticks and ate a few bites, taking a while to digest everything that had just happened in her mind.
Unconsciously poking at the dessert with her chopsticks, Monica belatedly began to worry again. How did she end up with Steven in such an unclear relationship once more?
Was she really that desperate recently? Had she reached the point where any man would do?
Otherwise, why would she have accepted Steven? These thoughts kept plaguing her.
After sitting for a while, Qin ChuShawn called the waiter to pay the bill.
The waiter replied, "Sir, someone has already paid for your private room."
"Already paid? Who paid?" Qin ChuShawn was somewhat astonished.
"It was in private room 236, a Mr. Wright."
Monica's hand trembled, and her chopsticks fell onto the table with a "click."
Having noticed, App SongLisa looked over but didn't pay it much attention. He She furrowed heris brows and asked Qin ChuShawn, "Your friend?"
"I don't know." Qin ChuShawn also seemed puzzled. "I didn't have any friends coming to eat tonight."
"Is the person who paid still here?" Qin asked.
"They all left already." The waiter replied.
"It's really strange." App Song mumbled to himself, "Could it be a mistake?"
Monica took out her phone and discreetly sent Steven a WeChatFacebook message under the table.
- Did you pay the bill?
- Yes.
- Why?
- Thank you for treating us, Ms.rs. Perez. The supper was delicious.
Monica could even imagine the expression that Steven must have had when he said this, with a hint of a mysterious smile on his face.
She looked at his reply message, feeling somewhat confused.
When did she treat Steven to supper? The bill for their private room wasn't paid by her either.
It wasn't until they left the restaurant and got into the car that she slowly reacted and realized that the supper Steven mentioned wasn't the actual supper.
It's obviously her! Embarrassment and unwillingness once again filled her heart, making her wish she could just block Steven.
This man, deep down, is frivolous and vulgar. How does he manage to maintain that serious demeanor in his daily life?
**Chapter 22: Drunk**