Chapter 39: Masturbation

Monica was half embraced by Steven as they left the bar.
She didn't even get to see Eric before he intercepted her on the way.
There was a row of parked cars on the roadside. Steven pressed the key, and the taillights of a silver-gray car flashed twice, followed by a short sound of unlocking that echoed in the night wind.
He opened the back door and they both got in.
As soon as the car door closed, their lips met again.
Monica kept moving back, tilting her body backwards and using one hand behind her to maintain her balance. She pressed down with force on the seat cushion, creating a soft depression.
Soon, his slender fingertips squeezed into the gap between her hand and the seat, gently scratching her palm. She was ticklish and bent her hand back, giving him the opportunity to capture it, pull it towards him, and encircle heris waist.
The depressed sponge cushion slowly regained its shape, and her body completely fell into his arms because it lost its support.
The kisses in the enclosed space became more uninhibited.
Steven held the back of her head, turned his head to kiss deeper, and his tongue explored her mouth, entwining with her retreating soft tongue. While sucking and licking, he continuously adjusted the strength, sweeping away the air in her mouth.
Monica's tongue root was being sucked and licked until it became numb. She whimpered, but all she got in return was his more dominant invasion. His tongue tip hooked under her sensitive tongue frenulum, lightly licking it, causing her breath to tremble, then firmly taking it into his mouth, stirring and sucking.
She couldn't resist at all. She was kissed so intensely that her head grew dizzy, her breathing accelerated, and her fingertips kept clutching and releasing his clothes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, tightly pressed against his chest, generating an unbearable heat.
The wet sound of deep kissing in the cramped space was incessant. Every time their closely pressed lips separated and changed direction, a wet silver thread could be seen being pulled away by their tongues, then swallowed again by their intertwined lips, dissipating in their entangled movements.
While kissing her, Steven's fingers were not idle either. They slid from her waist to her thigh, and the pads of his fingers gently rubbed her tender skin, sliding along the edge of her skirt.
Monica trembled, as if coming back to her senses. She held his restless hand, panting and refusing, "No..."
Although the car windows were tinted, this was still at the entrance of the bar, with people coming and going, chatting and laughing, rubbing shoulders and going in and out. Occasionally, someone would squat by the roadside to smoke and make phone calls.
If there was any movement in this car, it would definitely make tomorrow's news headlines.
She wasn't bold enough to go that far yet.
Steven didn't have that intention either. He just pinched the soft flesh at the root of her leg,
He withdrew his hand and held her waist tighter.
The deep and prolonged wet kiss made both of them hot. When it was over, Monica leaned against his shoulder and kept panting. He grabbed her hand and touched it to hiser leg.
There were signs of erection there, causing a curve in his suit pants.
Steven kissed her forehead, "Can you help me?"
"I won't!" Monica pushed his hand away, "It's your problem if you're hard, you deal with it yourself."
Steven wasn't in a hurry either. He held her with one hand, letting her lean against him, his palm on the back of her head, forcing her to lower her head and look, while his other hand freed his member and casually stroked it a couple of times in front of her eyes.
Monica looked at that long and thick penis being held and kneaded by his beautiful fingers, gradually getting harder and erect in his hand, emitting a strong sense of aggression.
Such beautiful and slender fingers, such fierce genitalia.
The strong contrast visually carried heavy, masculine sensuality, enveloping her, making her feel a bit dry in the mouth and tongue.
Monica didn't want to watch him do this, struggling to withdraw, but Steven held her and began to masturbate with one hand.
She closed her eyes pretending to be dead, but she could hear his heavy breathing in her ears, occasionally mixed with a low groan, filled with strong desire. It made her cheeks blush and involuntarily squeezed her legs together, adjusting her sitting position uneasily.
Time passed second by second. She occasionally opened her eyes sneakily, but was scared to close them again by the extremely impactful erotic scene.
Monica gently moved her neck and slowly raised her head, wanting to sneak a peek at Steven's expression at the moment, but she didn't expect that as soon as she raised her eyelids, she was caught by his gaze.
He had been watching her masturbating.
His face was calm, but his eyes were unabashedly filled with naked desire, as if he wanted to devour her forcefully.
Although it was clearly him satisfying himself, Monica felt as if she had been stripped naked by that gaze.
Capturing her surreptitious glance, Steven turned his head and kissed her, speaking softly amidst her unwilling whimper, "The designated driver is almost here."
"You still called a designated driver?" Monica asked in shock.
"Yeah, I drank and can't drive." He bit her lip, "Baby, just doing this won't make me come for now."
Monica understood his implication and bit her lip, "Can't you call later?"
"I miscalculated."
"Then I… I don't care." She turned her head away, "You put it back inside or cover it with your clothes."
Steven pinched her cheeks, then bit her earlobe, "I'm hard, do you think you'll feel any better?"
Monica: ...
She gritted her teeth, "Fine... but hurry up! If we get caught, you'll be in real trouble!"
He kissed her nose and chuckled, "Soon."
Monica was pressed down on the seat by him, lifting her dress and anxiously gripping the edge of her clothes.
Steven held his penis and pressed it between her legs, rubbing against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his glans pressing against her underwear, wetting it slightly.
The soft cotton fabric sank in, clearly reflecting the shape of the opening.
She couldn't help but gasp.
With a gentle force on her waist and abdomen, he repeatedly rubbed the hot tip against the tightly closed seam, lightly bumping against it with his waist, tightening his buttocks.
Just by rubbing against the opening, Monica became incredibly wet. With just a few strokes over her underwear, she let out seductive and beguiling moans, as if she was actually being penetrated.
Hearing this, Steven became even harder, wishing to ravish her right then and there.
The moist and hot opening held onto the glans through the fabric, sucking and licking it as she breathed. After a few shallow thrusts, Steven felt it was enough. With a sudden burst of strength, he forcefully pushed into her.
She let out a sob, her waist and abdomen tightening unconsciously, the flesh of her opening tightly gripping onto the tip of his member, quivering with her small buttocks as she continuously clenched and bit.
This made Steven's lower back tingle, causing him to grit his teeth heavily and gasp as he pulled out and pressed against her thighs, beginning to ejaculate.
He ejaculated a lot, and the thick semen covered her underwear, splattering even onto her thighs. It dripped down along her fair skin, making a mess of things.
"It's... it's enough," Monica regained her senses, breathing heavily, reaching out to pull her skirt down, attempting to maintain composure.
However, as soon as she moved, the sticky liquid spread at the center of her legs, staining even her skirt. No matter how she sat, she felt uncomfortable.
Steven took out tissues and cleaned them both up. Because her underwear was soaked and uncomfortable to wear, he even placed a piece of tissue for her. This angered Monica, causing her to bite him multiple times.
After they were both dressed, he opened the window, letting the cool breeze enter and dissipate the erotic scent in the carriage.
She saw him take out his phone, lowering her head to peek and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"Calling a driver."
Monica: ?:?
You didn't just call?
He actually lied to her again!
**Chapter 40: Playing with Herself in Front of the Mirror**