The growing tension was more than palpable between them. It was painful, and while Qian Meng stood and watched Mo Qingchen rinse the last of the shampoo in his hair, she literally couldn't keep her hands to herself any longer.
"Waaaah. You're so hard," she marveled, wrapping her hand around the erection jutting out straight at her. He hissed at the sudden contact and twitched in her hand.
"Being without you for more than a few days is unhealthy for me. My balls hurt!"
Qian Meng laughed softly, stroking upwards once, making him moan.
"I think I can relieve this ache." She squeezed a little harder with her second stroke. This time, his moan was louder.
"Careful, baby." He brought his head up from under the spray of water and looked down as he opened his eyes to watch her hand. "I'm ready to go off like a rocket launcher."
She cackled at the thought. "Are you?"
