Chapter 266 Rub
Rubbing his hand against her, fingers spreading and teasing, there was no need for words. The sticky, transparent liquid on his hands showed how much she was enjoying it.
Her body's response betrayed her earlier answer.
From top to bottom, inside and out, tingling and moist, Diana grabbed his ear, gasping helplessly.
Tears flowed from her eyes due to pleasure, licked clean by him.
After a small climax, she was almost limp, lying on the bed panting.
Charles leaned in to kiss her gently, his tone coaxing, "You've beaten me so many times. Can I come inside you now?"
Diana was enjoying herself, not naive.
It was just a game, did it have to go this far?
But Charles asking this question in bed was unnecessary because no matter what she said, he would make himself comfortable.
What were they, anyway?
Diana's mind slowly turned, the term "sexual partner" gradually emerging.
Without emotions, just a physical relationship.
Seeing her silence, Charles lightly bit her earlobe as punishment.
The tingling sensation made Diana blush faintly.
She grabbed his neck with one hand and pushed him away.
Her hand was small, only able to grasp part of his throat, but enough to make him feel suffocated.
Charles's eyes glazed over, but he locked eyes with her.
His Adam's apple rolled under her palm, and he made a muffled sound in his throat, like a wild beast capturing its prey.
In the midst of suffocation, his hazy consciousness made him smile dazedly, his hands coiling around Diana's waist like snakes, leaving marks of his spasming fingertips on her back.
His usually serious and dignified face turned red with breathlessness, even involuntarily sticking out his tongue, very sensual.
The stark contrast made Diana release her grip, and as oxygen filled her lungs again, Charles's brain seemed to explode like fireworks.
Diana was overwhelmed by him on the bed, the sensation of suffocation making him even more excited, his penis hardening a bit more under her, rubbing against her thigh roots eagerly.
After he recovered, his eyes were excitedly red, his face unconsciously rubbing against her hand, his breath moist, "Can I?"
Had he stumbled upon a new pleasure point accidentally?
Diana raised an eyebrow slightly, realizing that prolonged abstinence could lead to deviant behavior.
Charles lowered his head to pant on her neck, continuing to ask, "Can I?"
Even with his aching erection, he insisted on hearing her definite answer before proceeding.
Diana slapped him again, and he groaned, his penis fiercely thrusting against her inner thighs twice.
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, as if he had been severely bullied.
Diana rolled her eyes, thinking, 'Hitting you is more than you deserve.'
"No, get off me."
Charles paused in his actions, his tearful eyes looking somewhat sinister.
Just when Diana thought he was going to hit her, he propped himself up and, with one hand, pulled off his sweater, revealing his strong, athletic upper body.
He was already sweating, his abs tinged with a watery hue, rising and falling with his breath, emitting heat.
Diana leaned back, realizing that no matter what she said, he would still have sex with her.
So what was the point of asking or not asking?
But because she had accepted the identity of a sexual partner, she didn't feel much resistance.
Life is about pleasure, with a face and body like Charles's, even if he had nothing, he would still find someone willing to pay.
He pulled her arm, yanking her into his arms with such force that Diana could hardly breathe. Compared to everything that had happened before, this embrace now seemed particularly innocent.
He kissed the top of Diana's head and said, "Then I won't go in."
Before she could react to his words, Diana was flipped over, sitting on his lap, with his erect penis pressing against her inner thighs.
Due to holding back for so long, his entire shaft was turning red.
Pressed against her lower body, rubbing against her clitoris, it seemed to be poking out from between her legs. From her perspective, it looked like she had grown a short, thick penis of her own.
Part of it was still buried between her legs, and she wondered how such a long thing had been inserted into her body before.
Diana hesitantly shifted her buttocks, and as she rubbed against her sensitive area, both of them groaned in pleasure.
"Don't move."
Her shoulders were pinned by Charles, and only when he made sure she was in position did he guide her hands to his penis.
As soon as she touched the tip of his penis, a clear liquid oozed out.
Her thighs were not slim, and the soft flesh at the base of her legs sandwiched it in between. Even without movement, waves of pleasure cascaded from her lower body.
But without stimulation, he couldn't release.
With those soft hands, he moved up and down the exposed part of his penis.
Charles's low panting in her ear made her finally understand what "not going in" meant.
But his penis was pressed tightly against her vaginal opening, and when she masturbated him, her lower body was also rubbed against.
The stimulation made her legs clench, and her vagina secreted fluid after fluid.
His penis was soaked, visibly trembling.
He was enjoying being squeezed!
With her back against his chest, there was no escape, and her hands were guided to open her legs, kneading his testicles at the base.
His penis kept rubbing against her clitoris, layer upon layer of pleasure sending her into climax.
The fluids overflowed from between them, dripping onto the bed, soaking a large area.
Charles's muffled groans behind her made it hard to tell who was pleasuring themselves.
On the big screen in front of her, the victory screen was still displayed, with the ponytailed character laughing and jumping around the black-haired prince.
In reality, she was drained of energy, her jaw lifted and forced to turn her head for a kiss.
She involuntarily moaned softly, sweet and sticky sounds escaping between her lips, stimulating Charles's nerves.
The body in his arms was much more enticing than her unpleasant personality.
His erect penis was aching, and this level of stimulation wasn't enough to make him climax. He recalled the feeling of penetrating last time, the sensation of being swallowed, sucked, and the fleeting images stirred up overly pleasurable memories.
It drove him to want to thrust into that vagina again.
When he was fully inserted, the tender flesh that was pressed in would tighten around him.
His fingertips touched the tip, mimicking that tight feeling, squeezing.
The lewd atmosphere grew heavier, mixing with the indoor scent, musky and sticky.
Charles's deep, sexy panting gradually became rough, mixed with the sounds of their bodies rubbing.
Diana sat on his lap, feeling like a small boat on the sea, rising and falling.
Why hadn't he come yet!
The constant rubbing brought layers of pleasure, but just rubbing like this made her clitoris slightly swollen and numb.
Her mouth was dry, her mood worsening.
Her hands began to knead his penis with anger.
Her initiative was more exciting than being led by him.
But she lacked finesse, moving haphazardly, causing him to let out a deep gasp from his throat. He placed his hands behind him, leaning back to enjoy her service.
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