Before the elevator door opened, Averi pressed the emergency stop button and slowly helped him fasten the button on his chest. With a smile, he said, "We need to perform a system maintenance upgrade today, and all monitoring has stopped."
Dallas fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered her head to press her lips and began the most intense kiss.
At the moment when his lips and teeth touched each other, Averi let out a long and comfortable breath, his heart contracting and contracting again, but his brain was emptying, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Dallas has a sense of propriety, her lips are intense, her hands are nailed together and she remains motionless, just holding onto her and pressing against herself, trying to use her softness to ease her desires.
Dallas didn't let go of her until both of them began to lose their breath.
Wipe off the remaining saliva on her lips with your fingers and say in a hoarse voice, "Don't do this in the future."
"Don't do that? "Averi tilted her chin up to look at him, her voice husky. "Not kiss you whenever I feel like it, or not tell you there's no camera?"
Knowing there was no surveillance, Dallas confidently stroked her cheek, her fingertips calloused and sensitive skin irritated, causing Averi to develop goosebumps.
Guess he won't answer, "Averi pressed her knee against the hard rise between his hips, mischief glinting in her damp eyes. "Hurry up and calm down—we can't open the door until you do."
Dallas held his breath, even harder.
The elevator space was narrow, and the air was filled with her scent. Even without doing anything, Dallas still took more than ten minutes to 'reduce swelling'.
It was already the weekend, and after the peak dining season, there were only three or two tables of people dining in the entire cafeteria.
Averi chose a position against the wall and sat on the side facing the wall, leaving the corner of the wall for Dallas.
When eating, her feet are not honest.
I didn't actually do anything, I didn't exaggeratedly engage in public activities, I just had my calves pressed against Dallas pants and occasionally rubbed against them.
Her expression remained serene as she took each bite with deliberate care, the subtle movement of her rosy lips creating an understated rhythm. Each motion was precise, almost mesmerizing, embodying an elegance that seemed effortless yet captivating.
If Dallas hadn't experienced everything in the elevator, she would have thought she accidentally bumped into her.
Two people faced each other and silently finished the meal. In the eyes of others, it became evidence of their cold relationship.
On the way back, we passed by the Dallas office first, but Dallas did not stop and continued to accompany us, entering the office at the end of the corridor with her.
After the sound of the door closing, she turned around and looked at Dallas, then instinctively looked at the door lock. The button that should have been raised had indeed been pressed down, and the room was locked.
A familiar scene, but at that time, she only wanted to record a video of him masturbating as a bargaining chip.
Dallas approached step by step, blocking her view. The lack of light brought a mysterious sense of oppression, and Averi didn't want to escape, but instead wanted to immerse herself in it.
"Averi, I told you not to make a fuss."
He had no expression, his voice was slightly tight, and his light colored pupils were hidden in the shadows.
Averi swallowed and narrowed her alluring eyes, a playful smirk forming. "What else did you expect?"
She straightened her chest, half provoking and half seducing, took his hand and rubbed it between her legs, humming and saying, "I haven't come to you yet. You compensate me for my underwear, it's soaked and I can't wear it anymore."
The arms were trapped between the woman's breasts, the silk on the arms was slightly cool, and the flesh under the palms was hot, but both were equally soft. His fingers seemed to take on a will of their own, skillfully pushing aside the delicate fabric to reveal the damp, tender skin beneath. The warmth and slickness met his touch, sending a shiver through him as he traced slow, deliberate paths over the soft flesh.
She leaned up to his ear, her sweet breath brushing over his earlobe. "Burgundy lace, thong style—make sure you replace it," she whispered.
The moist tip of his tongue moved back and forth along his cartilage, and a voice that made his scalp tingle kept drilling into his ear: "Dallas, have you ever worn thongs? Do you want me to try them on for you next time
"But you have to take advantage of your softness, otherwise your cock is too big and will damage my underwear again."
Dallass breath caught sharply as his nails grazed the damp, tender flesh beneath his palm. "Averi," he murmured, the name laced with both warning and desire.
A tone that carries a strong sense of intimidation.
shuddered as if a current had passed through her body, trembling uncontrollably. After a few ragged breaths, she murmured with a playful whimper, "Easy... what's there to be upset about? Even celebrities have worn their partner's underwear—it can be quite sexy." She trailed soft kisses along the sharp line of his jaw and added, "I heard that for those underwear ads, male stars stuff a little something extra to make it look bigger." Casting a glance down at his hips, she smiled with a teasing gleam. "But you don't need that."
Knowing that her words just now did not mean insulting or playing, Dallas' emotions eased
The same sentence, as long as it has different meanings, can make his mood fluctuate instantly.
Dallas feels very unfamiliar with this kind of self.
Unaware of his inner turmoil and restraint, she pressed a soft kiss to his Adam's apple before stepping back. Slowly unbuttoning her shirt, she looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "So, Instructor, are you going to punish the naughty student?"
When he was in the army, he served as a trainer for new recruits, which Averi had seen in the materials.
Dallas's muscles suddenly tightened, and he stared into her seductive eyes, saying, "Go sit on the sofa."
Averi paused for a moment.
His reaction was different from what she had expected.
She would pounce on him with a cold face, break open her legs, and directly fuck her in, while fiercely attacking her and unhappy about her loss of control.
Has it grown up, or has it failed to learn?
Either way, it made her even wetter.
Averi played the role of an obedient student, obediently sitting on the sofa in the most reserved posture, with her legs tightly together. But her shirt collar was wide open, revealing the wine red lace inside.
Averi looked up at him, his eyes filled with novelty and anticipation.
