Feng Yi's Adam's apple bobbed. He struggled to speak, finally managing a raspy whisper, "I want you to reach inside… touch me…" He felt like he was burning up.

It was so embarrassing. Unlike that night, she was sober now. There was a couple sitting two seats away. If he made too much noise, they might notice. But he wanted her touch so badly. He couldn't control himself.

Qiao Li didn't reach inside, instead continuing to trace the shape of his er3ction through his underwear. The heat radiating from his skin made her own center throb. She longed to see what he looked like, to smell him, to see if the scent was as intense as the heat emanating from him.

Her touch was light, but Feng Yi's breathing was already erratic. Trying to stay silent, his chest heaved, and pre-cvm dampened a small patch of his underwear.

Qiao Li felt the dampness. Her fingers paused, and she realized she was wet, too. She reached inside his underwear, finding the leaking tip.

Her fingertip grazed it, and Feng Yi's grip on the armrest tightened, veins bulging. "Mmm..." he moaned softly, a sound filled with undeniable shame and pleasure.

Her hand was so soft, and compared to his hardness, slightly cool. The direct contact sent a jolt of pleasure through him. For a moment, he almost forgot where he was, wanting nothing more than to pull his penis out and beg her to make him come.

Perhaps the setting made him too shy. Just her fingertip circling the tip made him tremble uncontrollably. His eyes were closed, head tilted back slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, and his thick eyelashes fluttered. He looked utterly vulnerable.

Her finger slid over the ridge, and Feng Yi’s body, pressed against the chair, jerked. His lower back arched, then quickly fell back under his control.

She increased the pressure, a slight scratching sensation as she slid over the ridge again. Feng Yi groaned in pain, this time arching his back enough to bump the seat behind him. He froze, his eyes half-open, his vision blurry.

Qiao Li almost laughed at his reaction, but feigned annoyance. "Are you blaming me? Are you uncomfortable?" Of course he was comfortable, so comfortable he was practically floating. It was just so intense, he could barely handle it.

"Comfortable…" he breathed.

Her hand found his swollen test1cles, gently caressing them. Feng Yi closed his eyes again, his brow furrowed in an attempt to control himself. When he wasn't expecting it, she squeezed. Feng Yi grabbed her arm.

"Mmm…" he whimpered, a shaky sound laced with both pleasure and a plea for mercy.

Qiao Li leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Cvm for me…"

Feng Yi had never heard such tempting, provocative words. A jolt of electricity shot up his spine.

Qiao Li found his reaction amusing. It wasn't even that dirty of a line, was it? She continued, teasing, "Cvm all over my hand. Cover my hand with your thick, musky cvm. Make it dirty, okay?"

Feng Yi's breathing deepened, his ears burning. Qiao Li nibbled on his flushed earlobe, murmuring, "Or do you want to cvm inside my pvssy…?"

Before she finished, Feng Yi bucked his hips, his body convulsing slightly as he let out a muffled groan of suppressed pleasure and pain. A warm gush of liquid landed in her palm, soaking his underwear.

Qiao Li was stunned. He hadn't stopped. He shuddered a few more times before she quickly pulled her hand away. The rest of his cvm landed in his underwear.

Qiao Li winced internally. That was a big mess. She pulled out a tissue and wiped her hand clean. Feng Yi still hadn't recovered.

As the movie credits rolled, he finally came back to himself, shakily zipping and buttoning his pants, smoothing down his shirt. In the darkness, his ashamed yet satisfied, regretful yet content expression resembled that of a village widow caught having a tryst with a grieving husband.