CH 11

Agreed? It's better than expected.

Hang Jiyun raised his eyebrows, and instead of undoing the belt, he approached her, put his hand on the zipper she had already pulled, and swiped the lining open.

Zan Youer was startled once more and quickly pushed her hands against her chest:

"No... "Don't just tell me I have to play with you; why would you?"

"If you want to play with it well, of course you have to make it hard first, which is more convenient."

He explained in a low voice as she pulled his inner lining and undressed her.

Will it be more convenient? Zan You'er wrinkled her face and thought about this question that touched her blind spot of knowledge.

And Hang Jiyun, who has a strong hands-on ability, has already stripped her down to her underwear and is reaching behind her back to unbutton her breasts.

and many more!

"Is this necessary? Why do you need to untie it?"

Panicked, she wanted to run forward, but she was surrounded by Hang Jiyun's arms, and she just ran into his arms.

"He's an innocent little virgin; he gets hard easily; I'm different from him."

You said it as if you'd been through many experiences, and you were almost 17 years old like me. Zan Youer gave Hang Jiyun a sideways look.

"To what extent do you want to take off?"

If she wanted to take off, she would never do it!

On the other hand, Hang Jiyun unbuttoned her bra, sat back on the seat, and looked at her:

"Okay, take it off."

She covered her underwear that was about to loosen with both hands, her face was flushed; and she looked very cute.

Hearing what Hang Jiyun said, she and he looked at each other, and seeing his expression of slightly lifting his chin to indicate that she could take it off, she mustered up her courage.

Even if Ke Hongming dared to reveal that... amazing thing for all to see, it wouldn't be a big deal if she showed a little bit.

Well, anyway, everyone is so brave, she brainwashed herself like this.

So she let go of her hand covering the bra, and shyly took off the bra and put it aside.

Hang Jiyun stared at his meat stick, which trembled slightly because of her movements, his eyes were thick as if ink had been splashed on them.

"Is it okay?"

Zan You'er didn't dare to look at the expressions of the other three people, she raised her almond eyes timidly and asked Hang Jiyun.

"Yeah..."

Hang Jiyun stretched out the middle finger and index finger of his right hand, pinched her nipples, and looked at You'er with unquestionable eyes, as if telling her that this is also part of making it hard.

Seeing his eyes, Zan You'er could only put down her little hands that were about to push him away, pinch the sides of the chair, and bite her lips tightly to stop the coquettish moans like before.

He rubbed the soft nipple up and down with the pad of his middle finger, narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing You'er's muffled groan, and gently plucked his meat stick with his index finger, making gestures like strumming a string.

"Hmm..."

A strange feeling came from under her body, does it feel like being pinched? Zan You'er knew best that her private parts were slowly leaking love juice, but no one could see them because they were covered by her skirt.

Hang Jiyun fiddled with her more than a dozen times, rubbed her dark red with the pulp of his thumb and index finger, and swept his fingertips around the small areola, then opened her palm to wrap the plump softness and began to knead.

"Ugh...ah...haha..."

It was so comfortable that she couldn't control her moaning. She opened her mouth slightly and panted, pinching the hands on both sides of the chair with extreme force, which was usually not obvious at all. The veins are slightly raised.

"It's so nice."

After rubbing it a few times like that, Hang Jiyun smiled and praised her sweet voice, then retracted her hand and leaned against the back of the chair:

"I'm hard; you can start to do what you want."

Zan You'er's eyes were misty, and she liked it when Hang Jiyun rubbed her. The pleasure grew as he rubbed her, until he suddenly stopped and unconsciously frowned, as if to show that she wasn't happy.

She blinked her eyes slightly to calm her breathing, loosened her hand holding the chair, and turned around when she heard Hang Jiyun's words.

But Hang Jiyun's pants haven't been taken off yet, so how can she start?

You'er looked up at him suspiciously.

"Do it yourself."

Unmoved, he put his hands on the back of the chair, his eyes full of inexplicable meaning.

So she moved the stool, put it next to him, and bent down to stare at his bulge.

After watching for a few seconds, she stretched out her hand to untie his belt; because she had never had any experience in untying men's belts, she tried several times but failed, so she asked Hang Jiyun for help.

Sure enough, she was extremely innocent. Hang Jiyun looked at her innocent appearance and glanced at her breasts, which she hadn't covered with underwear.

The spring was beautiful, which made him feel happy. He untied the belt with one hand and pulled down the chain of his trousers, revealing his black CK underwear.

Stopping at this point, handing over all the rights to Zan You'er, he put his hands on the back of the chair again, as if everything after that was none of his business.