"Zhou Ye, won't you talk to me?"

A short, almost imperceptible sound escaped the young man on the other end of the line, followed by a low murmur, "Baby, go to sleep, okay?"

Xia Yao sensed a powerful restraint in his voice, a husky quality that vibrated through her like a low, throbbing bass. It was an involuntary reaction; his voice, a sensual caress, sent shivers down her spine, a tingling warmth spreading through her. 

Desire, a sudden and urgent need, led her hand beneath the waistband of her pants, her index and middle fingers parting her delicate folds beneath her underwear. The soft and tender pvssy, still swollen from being fvcked all night, remained hidden beneath the fabric, while her pristine pink entrance, already trained by pleasure a few times, was now wet and secretly craving her boyfriend's touch.

She yearned for the feeling of Zhou Ye holding her down on the bed, thoroughly fvcking her. But now, he seemed reluctant to even speak, constantly urging her to sleep. Restlessly, she slid a few fingersinto her soft, wet pvssy, rubbing herself as the the tingling pleasure spreading through her like wildfire. She could already feel the dampness gathering.

“Zhou Ye, you promised you’d coax me to sleep tonight. Please… just a little longer…”

“.…”

Zhou Ye arched his back, his young frame taut like a drawn bow. His veined hand gripped his hard, throbbing cock, stroking it with a frantic rhythm. He imagined her now, probably changed into fresh pajamas, lying obediently in bed, phone in hand, waiting for his soothing words.

It was a perfectly normal request from his girlfriend, but hearing her soft, coquettish voice only made him harder. He imagined that even jerking off to her, hidden beneath her apartment building, would take forever to finish. He wanted to fuck her pvssy so badly. 

This thrill of outdoor masturbation was new to him, but ever since tasting her body tonight, his senses had become hyper-sensitive. The realization that this made him a pervert was a turn-on in itself, and with that realization came the sudden understanding of how good it would feel to fuck her pvssy outside. 

He envisioned himself grabbing her waist and taking her from behind against the classroom window, in hidden corners of the school, the library, even public restrooms… filling her womb, spilling himself inside her. A groan escaped Zhou Ye’s lips. He held his breath, then lost the battle, gasping for air.

“Baby, can you come to school early tomorrow…?”

Xia Yao sensed something was off. Worried, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Thinking about you running… running, um, a little too fast…”

Xia Yao didn’t doubt him, not really. But hearing him pant softly through the phone, her heart began to race, and a familiar wetness bloomed between her legs. Several of her fingers were already slick with her juices, and the wet sounds made as her soft fingertips rubbed circles on her little pvssy were incredibly erotic.

“Baby, do you think I was maybe a little too rough with you tonight?” Zhou Ye pinched the tip of his cock, holding his phone between his shoulder and neck, his other hand kneading his heavy balls.

“You weren’t rough when you touched me, but you were when you grabbed me.”

“Are there any red marks on you now?”

“Hmm?”

“Lift up your shirt, baby. See if the color is different anywhere.”

Zhou Ye’s voice was reassuring, a deep, masculine rumble that made Xia Yao obediently lift her shirt and glance down. Finger-shaped bruises lined her ribs. Higher up, her breasts bore red suckle marks, and her soft waist still carried the imprint of his teeth.

“…There are marks everywhere.”

“Take a picture and send it to me.”

“Huh?”

Zhou Ye’s cock twitched. He suddenly realized that a man with a hard-on had no conscience. His girlfriend was so sweet, and he was still tricking her.

“I want to remind myself not to be so rough next time. Take a picture, but not of your face.”

Xia Yao, still unsuspecting, sat up with her legs bent and lifted her phone to photograph her waist. Then Zhou Ye’s voice murmured in her ear, “If there are any on your chest, send those too.”

Blushing, Xia Yao angled the camera higher, pulling her shirt up to reveal her slender waist and the full, pale curves of her breasts beneath the fabric.

Click.

Staring at the indecent photo on her phone, the image of her hardened nipples prominent, her fingers trembled and heat flooded her neck. This was so erotic. Just last night, she hadn’t even held his hand. The photo mortified her. Could she really send such a revealing picture to him? If she did, how could she face him tomorrow…?