Forty One -(R18)

Hei Fei moaned teasingly, her eyes locked on Feng Wei. 

She seemed to get more pleasure from his desperation, his frustration, than from what she was doing with that snake thing. It was like she was feeding off, enjoying his longing more.

Feng Wei's swollen red dick was rock hard, pulsing with each of Hei Fei's strokes, even though she wasn't touching him. 

It was like it had a mind of its own, screaming for her attention. It looked very painful but Feng Wei didn't care as he was in internal pain more than the physical pain at Hei Fei's denial.

He slid closer, not touching her yet, his eyes still begging Hei Fei, pleading with her. 

But she was still denying him, reveling or enjoying his desperation, she's getting high on the emotion of Feng Wei's desperate gaze.

They kept on staring at each other, with unspoken thick emotions.