Ling Han's face was flushed red, and her voice was indescribably seductive. When Pei Jing heard it, he felt that it was filled with temptation.
The meat stick was ferociously and wildly fiddling with Ling Han's entrance. It would often touch her most sensitive spot. Other than the shivers and numbness all over her body, Ling Han even felt a strange sensation in her lower abdomen.
"Stop... Ah Jing, stop, stop quickly..."
This was the first time Ling Han had taken the initiative to stop something like this. Pei Jing obediently stopped and asked her with a slight frown, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere, Miss?"
"I..." Ling Han's face was flushed red. Her voice carried a rare hint of shyness as she replied, "I think I drank too much just now, so now I'm a little..."
After understanding what Ling Han meant, Pei Jing smiled again. At the same time, he grabbed Ling Han's waist again and lifted her, and then pressed her down.
"Ah... Ah Jing..."
Ling Han used both her hands to hold onto Pei Jing's chest, trying to make him move slower. However, Pei Jing ignored her and suddenly straightened his body. He held Ling Han's n*pple which was separated by a thin layer of cloth with his mouth
As he sucked, he held onto Ling Han's waist, lifting her high and pressing her down hard.
Pei Jing's meat stick aimed at the spot in her entrance, thrusting harder and harder each time.
Ling Han shrieked. The rising pleasure under her body combined with the urge to pee made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
The pleasure in her entrance was like a tidal wave, and the urge to pee surged. No matter how much Ling Han shouted to stop, Pei Jing did not care. He thrust harder and harder.
An unfamiliar sense of fear continued to rise in her. Ling Han gradually felt that she could not control herself anymore. Her voice was tinged with a sobbing tone. She trembled as she shouted, "Quick, quick stop... I need to go... to the bathroom..."
"Oh? Why do you want to go to the bathroom, Miss?"
"I can't... hold it in any longer..." the ends of Ling Han's eyes were tinged with a touch of red.
Pei Jing's movements did not slow down at all. He asked with a mischievous smile, "Oh? Am I f*cking you to the point that you want to pee? Miss..."
Ling Han never expected Pei Jing to ask such a question. She just frowned and did not have time to say anything. The next second, Pei Jing reached out and gently touched her abdomen. Then, he pressed down on it slightly.
Ling Han's lower abdomen was already horribly swollen. At this moment, her urethra was constantly stimulated and inside her entrance, Pei Jing's meat stick was also thrusting into her sensitive spot.
A white light flashed in her head. Ling Han couldn't take it anymore. Her body relaxed, and a stream of warm urine directly sprayed out. It rushed to Pei Jing's lower abdomen and flowed down the part where the two of them were connected.
Ling Han's eyes turned red. It was not only because of a faint sense of shame but also because she had never experienced such excruciating pleasure before.
"Miss, are you feeling better now?" Pei Jing was panting as he said that.
Indeed, Ling Han felt very good. But no matter what, she couldn't admit it directly.
"You... This is too dirty..."
"How can anything belonging to you be dirty, Miss?"
The area where the two of them intersected and the bottom of their thighs were wet. It was all liquids secreted by Ling Han.
Pei Jing's meat stick continued to thrust into her small entrance. The sound of water splashing could be heard. It was an erotic and amorous sound.
The feeling of shame had yet to fade away. His actions once again aroused Ling Han's desires. Her rational side was thus defeated and she couldn't care less about anything else.
"I... Ah... Ah Jing... Faster..."
The pleasure came like a tidal wave once again. Ling Han couldn't take it any longer and kept calling Pei Jing's name.