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Chapter 29: Cinema (Act 20)
Lina’s heart raced as she realized what she was doing. The image of her and Rahim in their bedroom flashed before her eyes, and guilt washed over her like a cold wave. She yanked her hand back from Rizal’s cock, her breath shaky. “Rizal… I...I think we’ve gone too far,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “You should… finish this yourself.”
Rizal groaned, his hips twitching as his erection began to fade. “W-what? No, Lina, please… I was so close!” His voice cracked with desperation as he reached for her hand, but she pulled away, shaking her head.
“No, Rizal. This isn’t right. I… I can’t.” She stood up, wiping her oil-slicked hands on a nearby towel, avoiding his gaze. She could see the disappointment etched across his face, his cock now softening in front of her eyes.
He tried to take matters into his own hands, gripping himself tightly, but his body betrayed him. “Why… why is this happening?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His cock was almost flaccid now, and panic crept into his eyes. “Please, Lina… help me. I can’t do this alone.”
Lina sighed, her guilt warring with her pity for him. She knew she’d gone too far, but leaving him like this felt cruel. Reluctantly, she sat back down beside him, her fingers hesitating before she reached for him again. “Okay… but just this once, Rizal. Understand?”
He nodded eagerly, his breathing shallow as she tried to revive his arousal. Her fingers wrapped around him softly, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. But it was no use, his cock remained lifeless in her hand.
She tried touching his balls, massaging
them gently, but nothing seemed to work.
“I’m sorry, Rizal,” she whispered, her voice filled with regret. “It’s not working.”
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked away, ashamed. “I was so close… I’ve never felt that before. I just… I wanted to know what it was like.”
Lina’s heart ached at his vulnerability. She cursed herself for letting things go this far. If only I’d made him cum just now, she thought. But now, she felt responsible for him. “Stand up,” she said softly, her voice firm despite her inner turmoil.
Rizal obeyed, standing awkwardly beside the bed. Lina motioned for him to sit next to her, patting the space beside her. “Put your arm around me,” she instructed, trying to keep her voice steady. “And… imagine you’re holding me like you want to. Let yourself feel it.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders hesitantly, his touch tentative at first. Lina reached for him again, her fingers wrapping around his soft cock as she began to stroke him slowly. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Think about… whatever makes you feel good.”
Rizal’s breathing deepened as he followed her instructions. His free hand wandered nervously to her chest, brushing against her blouse. “Can I…” he hesitated, his voice barely audible. “Can I touch you?”
Lina stiffened, but before she could respond, his fingers were already exploring the curve of her breast over the fabric of her blouse. She bit her lip, torn between stopping him and letting him continue. His touch was clumsy but eager, and she could feel his cock stirring in her hand.
“They’re… so big,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His fingers squeezed gently, exploring the fullness of her breasts through the thin material. Lina’s breath hitched as a shiver ran down her spine. She hadn’t expected to feel anything from this, but the warmth of his touch was undeniably arousing.
“Rizal…” she said hesitantly, her voice trembling. “That’s enough.”
But he wasn’t listening anymore. Emboldened by her lack of resistance, he tugged at the hem of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head before she could stop him. Lina gasped, her hands flying to cover herself as the cool air hit her skin.
“Rizal! What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes glued to the sight of her bra-clad breasts. His cock was fully erect now, throbbing in her hand as he reached for her again. “Please… let me see them,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with desire.
Lina hesitated, shame and arousal warring within her. She knew she should stop this, but the way he was looking at her, like she was something unattainable, something divine...made it hard to think straight. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she lowered her hands.
Rizal’s fingers trembled as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall open to reveal the full swell of her breasts. His eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of her nipples hardening under his gaze. “They’re… beautiful,” he breathed, his voice filled with reverence.
Lina closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but deep down, a flicker of pleasure stirred within her. She could feel his hands on her skin now, warm and eager as they explored every inch of her breasts.
His fingers traced the curve of her flesh, squeezing gently as if testing their weight. Then, without warning, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the soft skin just above her nipple. Lina gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his mouth moved lower.
“Rizal…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and desire. But he was beyond words now, lost in the sensation of her body against his lips. He sucked gently at her breast, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as his hands roamed freely.
Her moan escaped before she could stop it, a soft sound of pleasure that made Rizal pause for a moment before redoubling his efforts. He shifted her onto the bed, guiding her head onto the pillow as he continued to worship her breasts with his mouth.
Lina’s hands clenched the sheets beneath her as his lips moved from one breast to the other, alternating between soft kisses and hungry sucks. His enthusiasm was almost comical in its eagerness, but it was clear he had no idea what he was doing and yet, somehow, it only added to the forbidden thrill coursing through her veins.
Her mind was a haze of conflicting emotions of shame, arousal, guilt but her body responded instinctively to his touch. Her nipples pebbled under his lips, and a warm, heavy sensation settled low in her belly. She knew this was wrong, so wrong, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the soft press of his mouth against her skin.
Rizal’s hand slid down to the waistband of his pants, and she heard the faint rustle of fabric as he pushed them down to his ankles. His cock stood proudly between them, thick and flushed with need, but he seemed oblivious to it now.
“Lina…” he whispered between kisses, his voice muffled against her breast. “You’re amazing…”
She couldn’t bring herself to respond, couldn’t even open her eyes. Her body was betraying her, arching into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Lina’s heart raced as she realized what she was doing. The image of her and Rahim in their bedroom flashed before her eyes, and guilt washed over her like a cold wave. She yanked her hand back from Rizal’s cock, her breath shaky. “Rizal… I...I think we’ve gone too far,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “You should… finish this yourself.”
Rizal groaned, his hips twitching as his erection began to fade. “W-what? No, Lina, please… I was so close!” His voice cracked with desperation as he reached for her hand, but she pulled away, shaking her head.
“No, Rizal. This isn’t right. I… I can’t.” She stood up, wiping her oil-slicked hands on a nearby towel, avoiding his gaze. She could see the disappointment etched across his face, his cock now softening in front of her eyes.
He tried to take matters into his own hands, gripping himself tightly, but his body betrayed him. “Why… why is this happening?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His cock was almost flaccid now, and panic crept into his eyes. “Please, Lina… help me. I can’t do this alone.”
Lina sighed, her guilt warring with her pity for him. She knew she’d gone too far, but leaving him like this felt cruel. Reluctantly, she sat back down beside him, her fingers hesitating before she reached for him again. “Okay… but just this once, Rizal. Understand?”
He nodded eagerly, his breathing shallow as she tried to revive his arousal. Her fingers wrapped around him softly, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. But it was no use, his cock remained lifeless in her hand.
She tried touching his balls, massaging
them gently, but nothing seemed to work.
“I’m sorry, Rizal,” she whispered, her voice filled with regret. “It’s not working.”
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked away, ashamed. “I was so close… I’ve never felt that before. I just… I wanted to know what it was like.”
Lina’s heart ached at his vulnerability. She cursed herself for letting things go this far. If only I’d made him cum just now, she thought. But now, she felt responsible for him. “Stand up,” she said softly, her voice firm despite her inner turmoil.
Rizal obeyed, standing awkwardly beside the bed. Lina motioned for him to sit next to her, patting the space beside her. “Put your arm around me,” she instructed, trying to keep her voice steady. “And… imagine you’re holding me like you want to. Let yourself feel it.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders hesitantly, his touch tentative at first. Lina reached for him again, her fingers wrapping around his soft cock as she began to stroke him slowly. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Think about… whatever makes you feel good.”
Rizal’s breathing deepened as he followed her instructions. His free hand wandered nervously to her chest, brushing against her blouse. “Can I…” he hesitated, his voice barely audible. “Can I touch you?”
Lina stiffened, but before she could respond, his fingers were already exploring the curve of her breast over the fabric of her blouse. She bit her lip, torn between stopping him and letting him continue. His touch was clumsy but eager, and she could feel his cock stirring in her hand.
“They’re… so big,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His fingers squeezed gently, exploring the fullness of her breasts through the thin material. Lina’s breath hitched as a shiver ran down her spine. She hadn’t expected to feel anything from this, but the warmth of his touch was undeniably arousing.
“Rizal…” she said hesitantly, her voice trembling. “That’s enough.”
But he wasn’t listening anymore. Emboldened by her lack of resistance, he tugged at the hem of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head before she could stop him. Lina gasped, her hands flying to cover herself as the cool air hit her skin.
“Rizal! What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes glued to the sight of her bra-clad breasts. His cock was fully erect now, throbbing in her hand as he reached for her again. “Please… let me see them,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with desire.
Lina hesitated, shame and arousal warring within her. She knew she should stop this, but the way he was looking at her, like she was something unattainable, something divine...made it hard to think straight. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she lowered her hands.
Rizal’s fingers trembled as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall open to reveal the full swell of her breasts. His eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of her nipples hardening under his gaze. “They’re… beautiful,” he breathed, his voice filled with reverence.
Lina closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but deep down, a flicker of pleasure stirred within her. She could feel his hands on her skin now, warm and eager as they explored every inch of her breasts.
His fingers traced the curve of her flesh, squeezing gently as if testing their weight. Then, without warning, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the soft skin just above her nipple. Lina gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his mouth moved lower.
“Rizal…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and desire. But he was beyond words now, lost in the sensation of her body against his lips. He sucked gently at her breast, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as his hands roamed freely.
Her moan escaped before she could stop it, a soft sound of pleasure that made Rizal pause for a moment before redoubling his efforts. He shifted her onto the bed, guiding her head onto the pillow as he continued to worship her breasts with his mouth.
Lina’s hands clenched the sheets beneath her as his lips moved from one breast to the other, alternating between soft kisses and hungry sucks. His enthusiasm was almost comical in its eagerness, but it was clear he had no idea what he was doing and yet, somehow, it only added to the forbidden thrill coursing through her veins.
Her mind was a haze of conflicting emotions of shame, arousal, guilt but her body responded instinctively to his touch. Her nipples pebbled under his lips, and a warm, heavy sensation settled low in her belly. She knew this was wrong, so wrong, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the soft press of his mouth against her skin.
Rizal’s hand slid down to the waistband of his pants, and she heard the faint rustle of fabric as he pushed them down to his ankles. His cock stood proudly between them, thick and flushed with need, but he seemed oblivious to it now.
“Lina…” he whispered between kisses, his voice muffled against her breast. “You’re amazing…”
She couldn’t bring herself to respond, couldn’t even open her eyes. Her body was betraying her, arching into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over her.
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