I told myself I’d be fine. It was just 1 week. But by day four, my body was aching. Not just a quiet yearning, I mean aching. My skin missed his touch, my chest felt hollow, and between my legs? I was constantly wet, pulsing, needy. The kind of ache that no shower pressure or pillow grinding could fix. I craved him, his scent, his voice, his rods in me.
That night, one day before his book out, we started sexting. It began as playful teasing. I’d planned to reward him for being the good soldier, you know?
I sent a cheeky photo, just the right angle of my body in lace bra ad thong, nipples barely visible, with captioned: "Thinking of you..."
He replied in seconds and I knew I had his cock in my hand without even touching him.
I told him I was fresh out of the shower, still dripping wet. I left it ambiguous, was it water, or something more? Then I sent a voice note, low and breathy: "My holes are so wet."
We jumped on a call immediately. His voice came through low and urgent, laced with restraint, he was whispering as his bunkmates were all around.
Meanwhile, I lay on my bed, towel tossed aside, legs open. One hand on my nipple, the other between my thighs, slowly circling.
I gave him a live audio show, told him exactly what I was doing. I even rubbed my clit loudly into the mic, exaggerated the squelch, dragged it out just to torture him.
I gave him a live audio show, told him exactly what I was doing. I even rubbed my clit loudly into the mic, exaggerated the squelch, dragged it out just to torture him.
Trust me, he was panting into the speaker, frustrated, helpless, trying not to make noise.
I was still catching my breath when his bunkmate called for him. Just like that, the call ended. Cold.
The next day, he was homed before 2pm, and we barely kissed for a minute before he pulled me into the shower. Luckily, his mom and sister were out, the house was ours.
What I do know was, while I was having my orgasm, he barely gave me time to breathe before he slid inside me. He was so hard. The sudden stretch, the sudden heat, wasn't a joke.
Sadly, after a few thrust, he was down. I was in fact enjoying when he pulled out but I won't blame him.
After we officially done showering, I figured that would be it for a while but I was so wrong.
Back in his room, as I was standing in front of the mirror, still drying my hair. I felt his hand slip down the front of my shorts and trust me, I wasn’t even dry down there but I was already soaked again.
My thong? Instantly ruined and that was only clean one I had.
I tried to stop him but failed.
Without warning, he bent me over the bed, yanked my shorts down, and slid inside me from behind raw. He didn't even bother to put on a condom. His dick was rock hard and he thrust so deeply, I could feel myself getting full.
During one of the traffic stop, he randomly leaned over and sucked my nipple through the dress, I almost screamed.
The worst part, he never stopped touching me. By the time we parked, I’d already come twice. Quiet, breathless, trembling. I was so wet that I thought I’d puddle.
We walked into the restaurant after resting for 10mins and also the debate of whether if I should remove my thong in the car, but ends up, I didn't but maybe I should have.
We walked into the hotpot restaurant like everything was normal.
No one knew that my thong were extremely damp or my thighs were sticky with arousal. We had our dinner peacefully, hotpot bubbling between us but I couldn't close my legs as my thong were cold from the wetness and the surrounding.
The moment he parked his car, his hand were as fast as the flash. One hand pinched my harden nipple, the other between my legs. I was so sensitive that I came again with barely any effort, moaning into his neck. The night was quiet until my moans broke it.
I was annoyed when he did that and when I was about to scold him, he pushed two fingers inside me from behind. Trust me, I was on the edge again in no time. My climax were coming when, I accidentally let out a loud, unexpected fart. I froze. Mortified.
But Xav? he just chuckled and kept going like nothing happened. He even curled his fingers in that exact way I liked, and I exploded. My legs gave out, body limp against the seat, soaked, ruined.
Back in his car, the air was still thick with the heat we’d barely let cool. My legs trembled a little as I slid into the backseat, half anticipation, half recovery. I was still catching my breath, muscles a little sore, nerves still buzzing from what had just happened before. And there he was, climbing in behind me with that same wild look in his eyes
Before I could say a word, he was on his knees, face between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly like he needed to anchor himself. The leather seats felt cool under my skin, but his mouth—God, his mouth—was warm, wet, relentless. There was no buildup, no teasing. It was as if he knew I was already teetering on the edge and he had every intention of pushing me off it again. And I let him.
I was still so sensitive. Every flick of his tongue made my whole body jolt, like he had direct access to my nervous system. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was overwhelming, like I was vibrating from the inside out. I tried to close my legs, instinctively, from the intensity, but he just held them apart more firmly and kept going.
My thighs was still shaking uncontrollably when he licked me clean, like it was a reward.
We managed to drive home without further touching, but before we even made it to the lift, he pulled me up the stairs to level 3. Pressed me against the wall, lifted my dress and inserted into me raw, but sadly to said, It didn’t last long.
He came hard and fast, groaning in my ear as I caught his release with my hand. The last of his stamina finally spent or so I thought.
The next day, I woke up tangled in him, my thighs were sore, pussy swollen and tender. I changed my position and then I felt it. The thick and warm dick. He was hard again and due to the positioning, he was pressed right against my ass, like his cock was looking for a concave.
He didn’t say a word but kissed my shoulder and slowly slid down between my legs, and started licking me ( we are both naked). It was slow, indulgent licks like I was his favorite meal but i guessed I was already sensitive. The moment he slipped two fingers in and curled them just right. My back arched and I came. My body gave in completely randomly. It was so intense that I squirted so hard. My thighs, his face, the bedsheet were soaked.
Before I could recover, he crawled back up and slid inside me. No warning. Just the thick stretch of his cock filling me again. I was sore, overstimulated, I was soaking for him.
I came hard again after just a few thrusts, it hit me fast, like a wave I didn’t see coming. My whole body shook, uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. It wasn’t quiet or polite. It was real, and loud, and messy. I was completely in it, lost in the sensation, pulsing around him and he didn’t stop. He kept going, deep and steady, even as I trembled beneath him, every nerve raw and exposed.
Before I could even speak, he grabbed my bra from the floor and wrapped it around my wrists. The move was fast, almost instinctual and it caught me completely off guard. The fabric was soft but the intention behind it was firm. He didn’t tie it tight enough to hurt, just enough to let me feel it, the tension, the pause, the surrender. I could have slipped out if I wanted to, but that made it even more thrilling.
Sadly to say, he didn’t last long that round. I didn't even get to enjoy much before he pulled out and cum but before I could even recover from the bed, he was back up, condom on, dick hard. I think he lasted longer this round, more than I had expected as he managed to hold it until my 2nd orgasm.
We cleaned up, rested briefly, then decided to go out for dinner. I reached for a top and shorts, but he stopped me. He told me to wear a dress, a short dress with no bra and with the damp thong. I raised an eyebrow as that wasn’t usually his thing. But his eyes had this possessive gleam that flipped something deep inside me. So I obeyed. Thin blue sundress. No bra. Just a thong.
He drove us to GuoFu for hotpot, but not before making me wet in the car.
In the car, his hand were quick to slid up on my thigh. Slowly. Teasing. His fingers found my clit after circling lazily through my wet thong. I tried to close my legs but he didn’t let me. Suddenly, he pulled the fabric of my dress up to my waist, didn’t even pretend to hide it and instructed me to touch myself. I was dumbfound but I didn't resist.
Right there, passenger seat, cars all around us.
I did as I was told. I rubbed my clit slow and shallow while his eyes burned through me.
He drove us to GuoFu for hotpot, but not before making me wet in the car.
In the car, his hand were quick to slid up on my thigh. Slowly. Teasing. His fingers found my clit after circling lazily through my wet thong. I tried to close my legs but he didn’t let me. Suddenly, he pulled the fabric of my dress up to my waist, didn’t even pretend to hide it and instructed me to touch myself. I was dumbfound but I didn't resist.
Right there, passenger seat, cars all around us.
I did as I was told. I rubbed my clit slow and shallow while his eyes burned through me.
During one of the traffic stop, he randomly leaned over and sucked my nipple through the dress, I almost screamed.
The worst part, he never stopped touching me. By the time we parked, I’d already come twice. Quiet, breathless, trembling. I was so wet that I thought I’d puddle.
We walked into the restaurant after resting for 10mins and also the debate of whether if I should remove my thong in the car, but ends up, I didn't but maybe I should have.
We walked into the hotpot restaurant like everything was normal.
No one knew that my thong were extremely damp or my thighs were sticky with arousal. We had our dinner peacefully, hotpot bubbling between us but I couldn't close my legs as my thong were cold from the wetness and the surrounding.
After dinner, he didn’t drive home. He took a detour to a quiet park nearby.
The moment he parked his car, his hand were as fast as the flash. One hand pinched my harden nipple, the other between my legs. I was so sensitive that I came again with barely any effort, moaning into his neck. The night was quiet until my moans broke it.
Before I could recompose, he opened my door. His pants were already unzipped, cock out, hard.
Without a word, I took him deep, slow. To be honest, I didn't expected he was so hard-on. I could feel every pulse, every twitch in my mouth. After a while, he tugged my hair, then pulled me out, flipped my dress up, moved my soaked thong aside, and bent me over the seat. He fucked me right there, outside, like he couldn’t wait another second, but he didn't last, and he came on my ass and wiped it with the same nonchalance that always drives me mad.
But Xav? he just chuckled and kept going like nothing happened. He even curled his fingers in that exact way I liked, and I exploded. My legs gave out, body limp against the seat, soaked, ruined.
Back in his car, the air was still thick with the heat we’d barely let cool. My legs trembled a little as I slid into the backseat, half anticipation, half recovery. I was still catching my breath, muscles a little sore, nerves still buzzing from what had just happened before. And there he was, climbing in behind me with that same wild look in his eyes
Before I could say a word, he was on his knees, face between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly like he needed to anchor himself. The leather seats felt cool under my skin, but his mouth—God, his mouth—was warm, wet, relentless. There was no buildup, no teasing. It was as if he knew I was already teetering on the edge and he had every intention of pushing me off it again. And I let him.
I was still so sensitive. Every flick of his tongue made my whole body jolt, like he had direct access to my nervous system. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was overwhelming, like I was vibrating from the inside out. I tried to close my legs, instinctively, from the intensity, but he just held them apart more firmly and kept going.
I remember moaning, breathless and almost embarrassed by how quickly my body responded again. It felt involuntary, primal. My hips moved on their own. I could barely think straight—just sensation after sensation crashing over me until I lost it completely. I squirted
We managed to drive home without further touching, but before we even made it to the lift, he pulled me up the stairs to level 3. Pressed me against the wall, lifted my dress and inserted into me raw, but sadly to said, It didn’t last long.
He came hard and fast, groaning in my ear as I caught his release with my hand. The last of his stamina finally spent or so I thought.
The next day, I woke up tangled in him, my thighs were sore, pussy swollen and tender. I changed my position and then I felt it. The thick and warm dick. He was hard again and due to the positioning, he was pressed right against my ass, like his cock was looking for a concave.
He didn’t say a word but kissed my shoulder and slowly slid down between my legs, and started licking me ( we are both naked). It was slow, indulgent licks like I was his favorite meal but i guessed I was already sensitive. The moment he slipped two fingers in and curled them just right. My back arched and I came. My body gave in completely randomly. It was so intense that I squirted so hard. My thighs, his face, the bedsheet were soaked.
Before I could recover, he crawled back up and slid inside me. No warning. Just the thick stretch of his cock filling me again. I was sore, overstimulated, I was soaking for him.
I came hard again after just a few thrusts, it hit me fast, like a wave I didn’t see coming. My whole body shook, uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. It wasn’t quiet or polite. It was real, and loud, and messy. I was completely in it, lost in the sensation, pulsing around him and he didn’t stop. He kept going, deep and steady, even as I trembled beneath him, every nerve raw and exposed.
I let out a shaky breath as he pulled out, only to drop back down between my legs. I could tell he was holding himself back, fighting the urge to continue, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his mouth found my clit again, slow and deliberate at first, then hungrier. His fingers slipped back inside me, and my body gave in without hesitation.
It didn’t take long. My thighs tensed, my breath catching, and then I shattered again. Wave after wave rolled through me, i was gasping for air, trembling beneath his mouth. I wasn’t in control anymore, and I didn’t want to be.
It didn’t take long. My thighs tensed, my breath catching, and then I shattered again. Wave after wave rolled through me, i was gasping for air, trembling beneath his mouth. I wasn’t in control anymore, and I didn’t want to be.
I thought I might get a break, but he climbed back on and slid back in, and started fucking me again. Slow, deep, deliberate. I knew he was on his edge too, and I was right. He ended up cumming on my stomach.
We managed to took a short shower, without accident.
Afterward, we collapsed onto the sofa as his bed was dirty from my juices. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so tired and sore.
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