He touched her face and typed: If you stood in front of me, I would definitely recognize you.â
Jiang Yuan thought to herself, âForget it, I have stood in front of you many times.â
Jiang Yuan replied: Letâs not meet for now, this is fine for now.
Zhong Jing paused and did not force her any further. He put down the phone and took her hand and pulled her over, he touched her face and kissed her.
Knowing that the fire he was holding back hadnât been released, Jiang Yuan didnât refuse but while he was kissing, she picked up her mobile phone and held it up behind him to type: Donât be so rough again!
The man stopped, presumably to look at his mobile phone and replied âOKâ to her.
In the second half, the man was very gentle with her but he did it for an extraordinarily long time.
Jiang Yuanâs pussy was so big with him inside her that she couldnât feel her pussy at all. Later, she knelt on the bed and was entered from behind by him. He held her waist and pushed her forward leaving only the head of his cock at the mouth of her pussy everytime he withdrew and then entered again completely. She had orgasmed several times and he only had one and he didnât know how long it would take this time.
She endured and endured and felt that the rod in her body was still so hard and so hot that it didnât look like he was about to ejaculate. She finally couldnât help but beg for mercy, she picked up her mobile phone and while being fucked by the man from behind, she typed : âCan you cum now , I canât take it anymoreâŠâ
The man didnât stop the impact but he went to take a look at his mobile phone and replied to her: Send me a voice message begging me.
Jiang Yuan wanted to curse and texted: No! You shoot quickly!
In exchange, the man gave a vicious and fierce fuck.
Jiang Yuan almost passed out and her thighs went limp as she fell on the bed and the man rode behind her and continued thrusting hard. Forced by her lustful power, she softened her tone and begged for mercy: I beg you, will you ejaculate quickly?
Zhong Jing: Call me brother.
Jiang Yuan is very good: BrotherâŠ
Zhong Jing: Call me Dad.
Jiang Yuan was very bold, holding the phone and typing tremblingly: Dad, cum on me, I want your semen, I want you to cum inside me and fill my little pussyâŠ
Zhong Jing: Fuck! If you want, clench your pussy for me!
The text is a little less exciting than the lascivious rant, but for two people who are equivalent to strangers, they can be bolder and more open. If it was a face-to-face situation, Jiang Yuan could never say such words even if someone will kill her otherwise.
The man was so aroused that he fucked her as hard as a pile and finally came in the end and ejaculated.
Jiang Yuan fainted directly.
ââShe was awakened by the cold touch on her face .
She was not fully awake and she didnât know what happened. In the chaos, she suddenly remembered the âmodelâ that Zhong Jing was going to make and immediately guessed what the other party must be doing. Something was moulding her face.
He did it very carefully and gently, first smearing a thicker layer of gel-like substance around her forehead, cheeks, and chin, and then slowly rubbing it in the middle leaving only her nostrils to breathe.
Jiang Yuan woke up but she continued to pretend to be asleep.
The gel on her face dried quickly and Zhong Jing gently poked it off her face.
Jiang Yuan didnât even move.
After Zhong Jing finished everything, he came over and lay down beside her.
After a while, Jiang Yuan approached his chest to feel his breathing and heartbeat and gently pushed him but he didnât respond and fell asleep.
She got up and went to touch the bedside table, she didnât go to the other side. She touched a thick mask-like shell that had begun to harden. One side was rough and the other was her smooth face.
She thought about it and rubbed the smooth side with her fingers. The chin is longer, the cheekbones are more prominent, the nose is longer and the lips are thicker.
Well, there you go.
After doing this, she also went back to the bed and lay back beside the man.
ââTwo days later, Zhong Jing looked at the finished âmaskâ of the woman, his face as black as the bottom of a pot and asked Han Qiming: âIs this what the prop master made according to the mold I gave?â
Han Qiming nodded affirmatively, â Yes, thatâs right.â
Zhong Jing squeezed his fist and released it again then pointed at the ugly mask and said, âTake it and throw it away.â
Han Qimingâs mind was full of question marks but he obediently took the mask away.
Zhong Jing sat in front of the desk, his brows furrowed and his fingers tapped lightly on the desk rhythmically, he had touched the womanâs face so many times and it was absolutely impossible for the mask to appear like that unlessâ â
He picked up the mobile phone on the desktop and sent her a WeChat message: Did you know that I was engraving your face so you did something to it?
The other party pretended to be dumb and replied to him: What did you say? I donât understand.
Zhongjing: Just wait, I will find you!
Zhong Jing was so angry that he dropped his mobile phone and slumped into the office chair and gritted his teeth. He couldnât believe that there was nothing he could do with this woman!
Suddenly something occurred to him and he squinted his eyes. This woman is so protective of him, could it be that she is actually not that far away from him? Otherwise, why would she be afraid of him knowing what she looks like and not let him hear her voice?