His cock quickly swelled up, and he grunted, provoked: "Yaxi, don't touch there!"
Ignoring him, Yaxi gently sucked with her tongue once more, unsure of which spot she was targeting or if she was doing it correctly.
Chen Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a sound that Yaxi's ears caught.
She deliberately teased him, pressing her face against his rigid cock and giggling.
Chen Ling's arm muscles bulged as he swiftly lifted Yaxi up like a kitten.
Yet her naked body was pulled into a gentle embrace.
Their nipples brushed against each other.
Chen Ling stroked her back tenderly, as if soothing a child, his heavy breaths hot against her ear: "Stop being so mischievous. I'll do whatever you say."
As he spoke, his other hand slipped between their bodies, untying the restraint around Yaxi's wrists.
His head tilted, resting against Yaxi's neck, his breathing uneven for a long while.
Yaxi suddenly found his obedient, genuine demeanor rather adorable.
With her pinky finger, she hooked the underwear from his hand and kissed his chin: "Good dog."
Chen Ling froze, a ripple of emotion surging in his eyes before he forced it down.
He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Yaxi, trying to read her thoughts.
He didn't even realize how desperately he was waiting for her to lean in and kiss his lips again.
She wouldn't let him kiss her, but she could take the lead whenever she wanted.
He couldn't quite name this feeling.
But moments later, Yaxi pushed him away, making him lean obediently against the wall.
Then she grabbed the showerhead and walked to the far end of the bathtub, sitting down.
"Chen Ling, take out your cock."
…
Her words were as shocking as ever.
Chen Ling calmly gazed at her from a distance, waiting for what she'd say next.
She broke into a wide, radiant grin: "I want to watch you jerk off. If you don't cum, you're not leaving tonight."
Chen Ling let out a soft chuckle: "Alright."
She probably thought she'd made a harsh, degrading demand, but to him, it was child's play.
He even started negotiating: "I'll strip for you, stroke myself for you, and cum for you. Will you come sleep in my room tonight?"
"Fine," Yaxi snapped, annoyed by how clever he always was.
But watching him against the wall, panting, looking like a beautiful figure ready to surrender, her heart itched with anticipation, and she urged him impatiently: "Then hurry up already."
Chen Ling stared straight at her and quickly got to work.
He began unbuttoning from the bottom, drawing Yaxi's eyes first to the bulge straining against his pants.
Truth be told, Yaxi had always found men's junk ugly when she watched porn.
She also hated how so many videos focused on the girls' bodies but blurred out the ugly guys' cocks.
Was that supposed to be a man's dignity? If so, it seemed pretty fragile—cut it off, and it's gone.
She wanted to see just how much Chen Ling's "dignity" weighed.
But Chen Ling took his time, unrushed.
First, he revealed the V-line snaking upward from his low-rise pants, then grazed his fingers over the hard ridges of his lower abs as he undid the buttons.