It was midnight.
The rain had let up a little, turning soft and misty.
Dong Xuebin secretly glanced at Geng Yuehua as she sucked on his lips, and his heart softened too, as if he were in a dream.
This felt so good.
What kind of blessings had he accumulated over several lifetimes to deserve this?
The moonlight gradually dimmed. With the car door and roof blocking it, most of the light was shut outside, leaving the interior quite dark. Dong Xuebin could not clearly make out Geng Yuehua's expression, only a vague outline.
As District Governor Yuehua held his lips in her mouth, her body naturally leaned closer. Dong Xuebin felt a faintly damp touch against his chest, probably her soaked light-red bra. Everything smelled sweet—his nose, his mouth—and those two lips were calling to him, soft and warm.
A few seconds later.
After finishing one mouthful, Geng Yuehua braced a hand on Dong Xuebin's waist, lifted herself slightly from the back seat, and spat the saliva beneath them.
"Is that enough?" she asked in a stiff tone.
Dong Xuebin cleared his throat. "There's still my tongue. Uh, my tongue."
"Just..."
She said nothing.
"District Governor Yuehua?" Dong Xuebin called.
After a two-second pause, she said, "...Open your mouth!"
"Oh, okay."
Dong Xuebin opened his mouth and even stuck his tongue out slightly. The next moment, District Governor Yuehua's sexy lips slipped inside and enveloped his entire tongue, making Dong Xuebin tremble with excitement.
The first time, he had been too stunned to react. Only now did he know how to savor it. He tentatively closed his mouth a little and held District Governor Yuehua's lips between his own.
It was wet, and it felt really good.
But then their lips suddenly parted, and hers withdrew from his mouth.