Chapter 61: Massage (R18)

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Chapter 61: Massage (R18) Hei Long, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, began the massage, his touch initially professional as he works on Liu Yifei’s shoulders. Liu Yifei lay face down, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Zhao Chun, seated in the corner, watches with a smile, unaware of the storm of desire about to unfold. "Thank you, Hei Long," Zhao Chun says, his voice genuine and trusting: "Liu Yifei has been really tense lately. I appreciate you helping her out." Hei Long nods, his hands moving down Liu Yifei’s back with a deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of her spine. His touch is both firm and gentle, a contrast that sends shivers down Liu Yifei’s body. He leans in close, his lips nearly touching her ear as he whispers, "Relax, I’ve got you. Today, I’m going to take care of you." Zhao Chun continues to watch, his expression one of contentment. "You have such skilled hands, Hei Long. I’m sure Liu Yifei is in good hands." Hei Long’s hands move to Liu Yifei’s hips, gripping them firmly, his thumbs pressing into the pressure points. He pulls away from Zhao Chun’s line of sight, his touch becoming more intimate as he moves to her thighs, squeezing and kneading the muscles. Liu Yifei’s breath hitches, but she keeps her responses subtle, not wanting to arouse Zhao Chun’s suspicion. "Hei Long, you’re amazing," Zhao Chun comments, still unaware of the intimate moment unfolding: "Liu Yifei is lucky to have you looking after her." Hei Long leans down, his lips brushing against Liu Yifei’s ear. "You like that, don’t you?" he murmurs. Liu Yifei nods slightly, her body trembling with anticipation. Hei Long’s hands move to her calves, his touch firm and commanding, but his eyes are on Zhao Chun, ensuring the ruse continues. Zhao Chun, still talking, doesn’t notice the intense exchange: "You should give Liu Yifei a massage more often. She looks like she needs it." Hei Long pulls away from Zhao Chun’s gaze, his hands moving to Liu Yifei’s inner thighs, his touch light and teasing. He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear once more. "Turn over, I want to see your face." Liu Yifei turns over, her cheeks flushed with desire. Hei Long’s eyes meet hers, his gaze intense and hungry. He starts at her shoulders again, his hands moving down her arms, his touch light and feathery. He leans down, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss that sends shivers down her spine. He pulls away, his eyes never leaving hers, his hands moving to her neck, his thumbs pressing into the pressure points. Zhao Chun, still chatting, remains blissfully unaware, his eyes closed, feeling sleepy: "Hei Long, you’re the best. I don’t know how you do it." Hei Long’s hands move down to her chest, his touch gentle and teasing. He cups her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, causing them to harden. Liu Yifei lets out a soft gasp, her body arching into his touch. He leans down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hands move to her stomach, his touch firm and commanding, his fingers dipping below the waistband of her pants. Hei Long pulls away from Zhao Chun’s line of sight, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving Liu Yifei’s. He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear: "You’re so beautiful, Liu Yifei. I want to make you feel good." Zhao Chun, still seated in the corner, starts to fidget, as his eyes opened: "You know, I need to check on something. I’ll be right back." Hei Long nods, his hands never stopping their exploration of Liu Yifei’s body. "No problem, Brother Chun. I’m happy to help," he replies, his voice steady and calm, belying the storm of desire raging within him. Zhao Chun heads for the door. "I’ll see you both later," he calls out, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. The moment the door clicks shut, Hei Long’s demeanor changes. His touch becomes bolder, more possessive. He leans down, his lips capturing Liu Yifei’s in a passionate, hungry kiss. His hands roam her body, squeezing, caressing, exploring every curve and contour. Liu Yifei responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Hei Long pulls away briefly, his breath ragged: "You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself while he was in the room." Liu Yifei smiles, her eyes filled with lust and longing. "Fuck me... Please..." Hei Long’s hands move to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. He leans down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, eliciting a moan from Liu Yifei. His hands continue their exploration, moving down her stomach. Hei Long hooks his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He continued to kiss and suck on her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his hands roaming her body, touching, squeezing, exploring. Liu Yifei’s moans fill the room, her body writhing under his touch. Hei Long’s hands move between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He slips a finger inside her, then another, his thumb circling her clit, his movements slow and deliberate. Liu Yifei’s moans grow louder, her body arching off the table, her hands gripping the sheets. Hei Long leans down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his fingers continuing their exploration, his thumb circling her clit, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot. Liu Yifei’s body tenses, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder, her body convulsing as she comes undone under his touch. Hei Long pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean, a smirk on his face. "You taste so good," he murmurs. He took off his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He positions himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers: "I want you, Liu Yifei. I want to feel you around me." Liu Yifei nods, her eyes filled with lust and longing. "I want you too, Hei Long. I want you to fuck me." Hei Long pushes into her, slow and deep, filling her completely. They both moan, their bodies stilling for a moment, savoring the feeling. Hei Long starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her, slow and deep at first, then faster and harder. The room fills with the sound of their moans, their bodies slapping together, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Hei Long leans down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Liu Yifei’s nails dig into his back, her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. Hei Long’s body tenses, his movements becoming erratic, his breath hitching. "I’m close," he murmurs. Liu Yifei nods, her body tensing, her breath hitching. "Me too," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Hei Long’s hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her, his body tensing, his breath hitching: "Come with me." Liu Yifei’s body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock. Hei Long’s body tenses, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her as he finds his release: ’Nice little quickie...’ He thought to himself.

Chapter 61: Massage (R18)

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