Chapter 393.


    <strong>Chapter 393. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (4/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve got it.” Rosa didn’t miss the chance and moved before either of us had the chance to. Within a short second, she’d released me and was under the table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At first, I felt a sense of relief when she let me go, but I immediately regretted that thought when I felt a pair of lips suck on the very top of my head and a tongue poke the opening of my urethra.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My entire body stiffened up. I tensed all my muscles with everything I had and clenched my teeth firmly. I did everything in my power to not move an inch. Meanwhile, under the table, my erection was throbbing violently and semen was gushing out. It felt like my urethra was being sucked on like a straw and my semen was the beverage being consumed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you see it?” The waitress


    <span style="font-weight:400">My left eye shut on its own while my right eye twitched. I looked down at the ground from the corner of my right eye and saw Rosa’s left hand as it grabbed the pen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmmhmm~” Rosa was daring enough to make that sound while I continued to ejacte between her warm luscious moist lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could practically see it in my mind. Both my eyes shut all the way as I filled her mouth up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stroked the shaft with her right hand as I ejacted and ensured she squeezed out everything down to thest drop. She dutifully made sure none of it went to waste or made a mess.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few convulsionster, the muscles in my body finally rxed and I breathed out a sigh of relief. The warm sensation of Rosa’s lips on the tip disappeared, but immediately after I felt something moving along the shaft. It was pointed and moved quickly across the shaft. It seemed to be spelling something out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I recalled the pen I was ready to scream.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I deciphered what she wrote by simting the motion the pen made in my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Rosa’s Dick ?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was what she’d written.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As soon as she finished she pulled my underwear back in ce, buttoned my pants, and retreated from under the table back into her chair. In the process, she’d simultaneously pulled my right leg up onto her chair and mped down on it between her thighs to keep it in ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stuck her left hand out with the pen in it to the waitress who received it graciously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be right back with your appetizer.” The waitress stuck the pen in her breast pocket, turned, and headed to the counter where the kitchen was located behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re insane,” I whispered with a helpless expression.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shut my eyes and slumped back into my seat exhausted. Thank god it was over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was naive to think that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I felt my shoe being removed I opened my eyes and locked eyes with Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She parted her lips slightly with the corner of her lips raised as she showed me the viscous white fluid inside her mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You should use the washroom.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She scrunched her brows up and shook her head like she found my words offensive.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d sunk down a bit in her seat. She’d sped my right leg with both hands and was moving it on her own. My right foot was pressed up directly against her groin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She leaned back in her chair until her head was directed up to the ceiling. She shut her eyes and discreetly used my right foot under the table in whatever manner she pleased.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester she sat up straight and opened her lustful eyes. The look in her eyes was an unsatisfied one. What the hell are you unsatisfied about?


    <span style="font-weight:400">You’re not thinking of just outright doing it in front of everyone, are you?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was right at that moment that the waitress arrived with a small tter containing twelve fried wontons.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here’s the appetizer you ordered.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks.” This time since Rosa didn’t speak up, I was the one who thanked the waitress.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Enjoy.” The waitress was quite busy and didn’t have much time to chat and she immediately moved on to tend to the next table of customers calling her over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa released my foot, picked up one of the fried wontons from the tter, opened her mouth, and put the entire thing inside her mouth. When she opened her mouth I saw the white fluid was still there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was she… using it as some sort of condiment to go with her food? I couldn’t help but stare at her as she chewed on the wonton with a pleasant smile on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she suddenly swallowed it all in one go without any trouble, I unconsciously gulped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She finally opened her mouth and asked, “Aren’t you going to eat? It tastes really good~” The hidden meaning in her wordsbined with the impish look in her eyes was a destructivebination. My girlfriend was a bit too powerful. She’d taken lessons from the best. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t aroused by her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before I had the chance to eat one, she picked up a second wonton and stuffed it into her mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… but, it seems the second one just isn’t as good as the first one I had.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh really.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… don’t you think you should at least wash your hands before eating?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you’re right, Ipletely forgot. I’ll be right back. You can wash your hands when I get back. Wouldn’t want to leave the food unattended. Though I don’t see any flies around, it would be bad if one got inside andnded on the food.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Rosa stood up from her seat, my foot stuck between her thighs was finally free.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d already slipped her sandals back on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Watching her walk away with her back to me, supporting my cheek with my right hand, I picked up a wonton with my right hand and stuffed it in my mouth. I chewed while I stared at her swaying hips from behind. My eyes wandered down lower to her unusually perfectly curved bare white legs. I couldn’t help but admire how perfectly sculpted they were while chewing on the wonton in my mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A word came to mind, wanton.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Spoken the same way as the food, the meaning waspletely different. Wanton in this sense referred to a sexually unrestrained woman.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The wonton in my mouth tasted quite good. The shrimp inside it was very juicy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I picked up a second one, and then a third. By the time I finished my third one, Rosa was back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can go wash your hands now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood up and headed to the men’s washroom. When I got inside I took the chance to zip up my fly which had still been down. Since it was buttoned at the top and the shirt I had on was long enough, my open fly hadn’t been visible on my way to the washroom.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I thoroughly washed my hands with soap and water before I returned to the table. When I got back Rosa had stolen my seat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t really care and moved to take hers, but she patted the seat to her side and said, “Sit here beside me instead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pouted andined, “I want to sit closer to my boyfriend, is there a problem with me wanting to do that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well… if I sat beside her… she wouldn’t be able to pull what she did before. I’d be able to eatfortably with peace of mind that way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As that was the case I took up her offer and sat down beside her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hehehe.” She giggled cutely when Iplied and hugged my right arm. She was directly beside the wall and had pulled me along with my chair until they were touching side by side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How are you nning to eat your wontons like this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Feed me, dummy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way, feed yourself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I picked up a wonton with my left hand, then opened my mouth, but just when I was about to put it in, Rosa leaned her head in front of me and snatched it out of my hand with her mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She started chewing with her left cheek puffed out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t go snatching the food right out of my hand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t want me to snatch it away from you, then be a good boyfriend and feed me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Fine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she finished chewing and swallowed it down, I picked up another wonton.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She opened her mouth expectantly and I raised it up to her mouth. Right before it made contact with her lips, I pulled it away and stuffed it in my mouth. Upon doing so, she shot me a resentful re. She pouted andined, “What are you doing going back on your word?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As if I’d ever be a good boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Jerk.” She moved closer to my face and softly whispered an ominous line in my ear, “I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way if you don’t want to be a good boyfriend...”