As Qing Ye thrusted, Ying Huanhuan raised her right hand, covering her lips to muffle any sound. Although a slight "mumble" still escaped, Ying Huanhuan didn't mind the subtle noise. In her heart, she was moaning for Lin Dongting, not Qing Ye. Whether there was any other meaning was unclear.
Under Qing Ye's unbridled play, Ying Huanhuan quickly reached orgasm. Her body trembled, her pretty face flushed, as if the sudden coldness from Qing Ye's kiss had been an illusion.
As Ying Huanhuan savored the afterglow of her orgasm, Qing Ye paused. His eyes blazed as he gazed at the girl before him, his lust growing stronger. He glanced at Ying Huanhuan's unmoving left hand and licked his dry lips. Asking wouldn't hurt, so Qing Ye immediately said, "Huanhuan, have you been feeling well these past few days?"
Ying Huanhuan glanced sideways at Qing Ye, unsure why he'd suddenly asked such a question. Deep down, she knew she wouldn't answer, so she simply stared at him.
Qing Ye knew Ying Huanhuan wouldn't answer out of shyness, so he didn't intend to wait for her response. He didn't immediately continue with what he was about to say, either. After all, he'd just upset Ying Huanhuan once, and he wasn't sure if this thought would irritate her again. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to speak out, hoping against hope. "Huanhuan, I've been giving you pleasure for days now. How about you give me some, too?"
After hearing Qing Ye's words, Ying Huanhuan stared at him, stunned for a moment. Her face flushed. She knew what Qing Ye meant by "giving him some pleasure," and even the simplest of actions would require her hands. The thought of potentially touching Qing Ye's cock made Ying Huanhuan blush, and she turned away, not daring to look at Qing Ye.
Ying Huanhuan once again stole a glance at the cabinet. Although Lin Dong probably couldn't hear what Qing Ye had just said, she still felt a little shy. Seeing the still-burning gaze in the cabinet, Ying Huanhuan's originally shy expression turned a bit resentful. She remembered what Lin Dong had said to her before Qing Ye arrived. He wanted her to open up a little more and let other men play with her.
The thought of this made her body heat up even more, especially when she felt Qing Ye's fingers still inserted in her vagina. She glanced at Qing Ye's lower body again, and when she saw the bulge in his pants, Ying Huanhuan's face flushed even more. She couldn't help but think, "Maybe I can do as Lin Dong said and open up a little more, just a little bit."
"Just a little bit will do."
Qing Ye breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ying Huanhuan blushing and turning away. He'd been afraid Ying Huanhuan would fly into a rage the moment he heard her, and he hadn't expected her to agree immediately after he'd expressed his thoughts. In Qing Ye's mind, this situation, where she didn't answer but simply shyly turned her head away, was the ideal. After all, as long as there was no rejection, there was hope, which gave him plenty of opportunities.
As long as there was hope, Qing Ye would slowly build it up until he achieved his goal. So, Qing Ye resumed his actions. Seeing that Ying Huanhuan had almost recovered, he resumed his finger inside Ying Huanhuan, not pumping excessively, but simply gently stroking it, stimulating the soft flesh within.
"Hmm..." Ying Huanhuan moaned softly. Qing Ye's stimulation of her sensitive body nearly made her cry out while she was thinking. Luckily, her right hand, covering her mouth, remained motionless. Qing Ye's slowly moving hand inside her vagina still made her body tremble, and pleasure continued to surge through her body. Ying Huanhuan knew that even if she refused Qing Ye's request, she would slowly accept it amidst the pleasure.
After a while, Qing Ye finally stopped inserting his hand into Ying Huanhuan's vagina. He whispered in Ying Huanhuan's ear again, "Huanhuan, is it okay? Just help me a little, let me feel good too."
Ying Huanhuan glanced at the cabinet again, then shyly looked at Qing Ye. A blush rose on her cheeks, and she lowered her head and whispered, "How do you want me to help you?" Although she also wanted to help Qing Ye, it depended on how he wanted her to help. If it was too much, she would definitely refuse.
After hearing Ying Huanhuan's words, Qing Ye smiled excitedly. He had originally thought he'd have to try a little harder before Ying Huanhuan agreed to his request, but he hadn't expected her to agree so quickly. It seemed to him that Ying Huanhuan had sunk even deeper into the pleasure. Thinking of this, he didn't reply. Instead, he pulled his left hand out from under Ying Huanhuan's skirt and, grasping it, pulled it towards his lower body.
Ying Huanhuan felt Qing Ye's pull and knew what he was going to do. Her face flushed a bit more, and after a moment of restraint, she allowed Qing Ye to pull her hand towards her, placing it on the bulge. Ying Huanhuan knew where her hand was now. Even through the clothing, she could clearly feel the fiery heat radiating from her hand. Just then, she heard the sound of clothes being untied, and then a hard, yet soft, hot thing bounced into her palm, causing her body to tremble. Then, she grasped the hot object in her palm.
"Hiss!" Ying Qing Ye breathed a sigh of relief as his cock was gripped by a soft little hand. He felt a sense of comfort in his heart. He had never done this before when he drugged Ying Huanhuan. This was the first time that Qing Ye had his cock gripped by Ying Huanhuan, and it was with her consent. He felt very comfortable and delighted. Seeing Ying Huanhuan blushing and not moving her hands, Qing Ye did not feel strange at all.
In his opinion, Ying Huanhuan was pure and innocent. It was normal for her to not know how to continue. Holding his cock should be a natural and accidental action. Even holding his cock like this was very enjoyable. He hadn't realized what was going on, but to make it even more pleasurable, he had to carefully instruct, "Huanhuan, move your hand up and down a little."
After hearing Qing Ye's words, Ying Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, then guessed that Qing Ye assumed she didn't know about this. Her face flushed. It wasn't that she didn't know about it, but she felt ashamed to be holding Qing Ye's penis in front of Lin Dong. Holding another man's penis in front of her own man, while her own man was still holding it in, while she was helping him release it, while that man's hands were still playing with her body—it was shameful no matter how she thought about it. After Qing Ye's words, Ying Huanhuan felt even more ashamed.
However, after her shyness wore off, Ying Huanhuan recovered. Just as Qing Ye had instructed, she began to grip Qing Ye's cock and slowly move it, starting from the bottom and moving upwards. Holding the scorching cock, Ying Huanhuan's face flushed again, and her inner shyness slowly turned to desire. Feeling the heat in his hand, Ying Huanhuan felt her vagina tingle and tingle. She desperately wanted to insert the cock in her hand into her vagina. If it were Lin Dong, Ying Huanhuan would have straddled him directly, but now there was another man sitting next to her. She could only suppress her desire and slowly stroke the cock in her hand.
After Ying Huanhuan's hand first moved from the base of Qing Ye's penis to the glans, her inner desire turned to regret. After a single stroke, she mentally estimated the size of Qing Ye's penis. While Qing Ye's was considered large for a normal man, it still felt a bit dwarfed by Lin Dong's size. Ying Huanhuan couldn't help but think, "If only Qing Ye's penis were a bit bigger," but she quickly cursed herself and suppressed the thought. Her hand continued to move downward from the glans.
Qing Ye's breathing became heavier. Ying Huanhuan's small hand was even more delicate and soft than he had imagined. Just one stroke was enough to make him feel rather overwhelmed. However, he quickly recalled the present situation. He continued to slide his left hand up Ying Huanhuan's skirt, slipping it under her skirt and inserting his fingers into Ying Huanhuan's vagina once again.
The two of them continued to provide each other with pleasure, and Lin Dong, who was inside the closet, was becoming somewhat addicted to watching. He hadn't expected that tonight, having just mentioned it to Ying Huanhuan, he would get to see Ying Huanhuan masturbating another man's cock. If possible, he imagined himself sitting to Ying Huanhuan's right, with Ying Huanhuan stroking Qing Ye's cock with one hand and his own with the other. The mere thought of that scene excited him, but it felt like it would take a long time to realize.