Aries (Campus 1v1)

35

"I'm sorry." Chen Jing's strict morality made him feel that touching her was an offense to her.

He kissed the corner of her lips in a hoarse voice: "I can't help it."

Ni Qingjia rolled her eyes, her boyfriend would apologize for touching her breasts.

"Then don't bear it." Ni Qingjia tempted, "It's so swollen, Ah Jing rub it."

The hot current in the whole body jumped and surged, urging Chen Jing to explore deeper.

Chen Jing's mouth was parched, he never imagined that in the dark theater, his hand got into her clothes.

Chen Jing wrapped his lips around Ni Qingjia, kissed her cheek inch by inch, and kissed her flickering long eyelashes, "Jiajia, can I touch it?"

Chen Jing always takes 100% seriousness in doing things, and treats people or things he cares about with sincerity.

Can I kiss you?

Can you take it off?

Can I touch it?

He wants to confirm again and again.

"What do you call me?"

Chen Jing kissed again: "Jiajia..."

He heard her mother call her that.

Ni Qingjia unbuttoned her bra: "You can touch anywhere you want."

The sponge under Chen Jing's hand loosened and hung limply on her chest. Chen Jing peeled it off casually, and the shielding fabric slipped to one side.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel a soft mass bouncing out.

Chen Jing held his breath, closed his eyes, and went back to her chest.

The roundness filled his palm, it was unbelievably soft, like cream in puffs, soft and delicate.

Chen Jing's hands are big, but he can only hold the whole breast ball. He holds the plump peach and rubs it without a teacher.

Tighten, press, and let go.

"Woo..." Ni Qingjia moaned.

"Did it hurt you?"

Chen Jing pulled out his hand nervously, but was pushed back by Ni Qingjia: "It doesn't hurt, it's very comfortable."

Chen Jing kissed Ni Qingjia sideways, kissed and touched. The soft breast flesh squeezed out from between his fingers, and the small nipples hardened in his palm.

Suddenly there was a gunshot in the movie, and Chen Jing suddenly increased his strength in fright. Ni Qingjia sighed tremblingly, covered by the sound of the movie, no one heard him.

Instead, the few people in front kept talking and complaining.

"What a broken movie, it's so boring."

"I told you a long time ago that this score is only four points, and you still don't believe it."

"Go away, what a waste of time."

These people seemed to be traveling together, they got up and left one after another, leaving only Ni Qingjia and Chen Jing.

When the last person closed the door, Ni Qingjia sat back on Chen Jing's lap, her voice still soft: "Go ahead, rub the other side too."

Chen Jing was pushed to the back of the chair, with one arm around her waist, and the other into her clothes, bolder than before, but still blushing.

Lifting up the bra carefully, touching the other nipple ball that was neglected, and rubbing the soft nipple with the thumb until it became hard and protruding.

The calluses on the fingers brushed the areola, and Ni Qingjia shrank back, "Ah Jing is good or bad."

As soon as she moved, she touched Chen Jing's already responsive genitals, and it swelled instantly, pressing against Ni Qingjia's lower abdomen.

Ni Qingjia pretended not to know, and shook his waist, Chen Jing said impatiently: "...don't move."

Ni Qingjia said "Oh", and grabbed his shoulders and remained still.

The heat of the two approaching made Chen Jing's glasses foggy, Chen Jing found Ni Qingjia's lips through the hazy lenses, and continued to kiss and touch.

"Hmm..." Ni Qingjia said softly, "Put harder, Ah Jing..."

Chen Jing pushed harder, and her breasts gradually deformed, so tender that she was about to let go of her hands. Chen Jing exhaled, hugged her into his arms, and the ball of milk was squeezed towards him, filling the palm of his hand.

Chen Jing lingered on, rubbing harder and harder.

Ni Qingjia leaned on Chen Jing's shoulder and asked, "Do you like it?"

Chen Jing: "...um."

"Then you refused to touch it before."

Chen Jing paused in embarrassment, his throat was hoarse: "Because... I like it so much."

Ni Qingjia laughed heartily when he heard the words, his shoulders trembled, and the tits trembled in his hands.

Chen Jing's cheeks were hot, and his voice was muffled: "Stop laughing..."

Ni Qingjia kissed him: "Chen Jing, you are so boring."

Chen Jing turned his head.

Ni Qingjia said: "I want milk tea, bring it for me."

Chen Jing handed it to her.

Ni Qingjia took a sip and wanted to tease Chen Jing again.

With a crooked hand, the milk tea flowed into her neckline from the straw, and the sweet smell spread. Ni Qingjia smiled and said, "Ah Jing, help me lick it clean."