Diary of my Ex - Chapter 12: So Tempted to defile her

Monday mornings at the café were perfect for thinking and writing. It wasn’t completely quiet, but the low hum of background noise was calming, not disruptive.

In a cozy corner, away from the morning sunlight, sat a beautiful girl. Her eyes sparkled like a serene pool, framed by long, straight hair that cascaded over her shoulders and curled slightly where it met.

There were many beautiful girls in the world, but few possessed both a unique charm and a soul so vibrant and captivating. Wen Yuan’s aura was enchanting, drawing people in and making it impossible for any man to look away.

She was typing intently on her keyboard, occasionally biting her full lower lip as she thought. It was a small gesture, but one that drove both Zheng Li and Han Liang crazy. It was irresistibly cute—or perhaps even dangerously alluring.

Outside the café, a tall figure hurried past, only to stop abruptly and step back. He stood at the window, his deep, penetrating gaze fixed on the girl inside. His expression shifted with layers of emotion: longing, regret, desire, and possessiveness.

Wen Yuan was nearly finished with her diary entry when the café’s background music changed. A familiar tune played—a lively introduction that transitioned into a soulful blues melody, accompanied by the mellow strumming of a guitar.

Her thoughts drifted back to a lazy weekend afternoon years ago. Wen Yuan had been perched on a windowsill, gazing out into the distance while brainstorming ideas for a new ad campaign for a rising coffee chain. They wanted to challenge an international brand and dethrone the market leader.

Han Liang, with one leg crossed over the other, had been idly strumming his guitar. The melody wasn’t fully formed, but it carried raw emotion, each note striking a chord in Wen Yuan’s heart.

She glanced at him, watching his nimble fingers dance over the strings as his body swayed to the rhythm. He seemed entirely immersed in the music, a part of it.

He had always been so charming, always unveiling new facets of his brilliance that captivated Wen Yuan. Like the sirens of myth, his allure was irresistible, drawing her in completely.

Han Liang set his guitar down and walked over to her, pulling her close and standing between her legs.
“Does it sound good? Isn’t your man charming?”
“Arrogant! What is this song? It’s mesmerizing. Can I use it?”
“It’s not finished yet—just some fragments that have been stuck in my head lately.”
“I just got a new project, and your melody gave me some great inspiration!”
“Tell me about it.”

And so, the two of them sat on the windowsill, sipping coffee and bouncing ideas off each other until they came up with the award-winning campaign that would become Wen Yuan’s breakthrough.

After hurriedly jotting down their ideas in her notebook, Wen Yuan jumped off the windowsill, eager to run to her computer. But Han Liang caught her in his strong arms from behind.
“No rush. Let the ideas settle for a while—they’ll mature, just like music. It’s all about refining and revisiting.”

Wen Yuan turned her head to look at him, and he seized the opportunity to kiss her. He lifted her back onto the windowsill, his large hands roaming over her shoulders.
“I want you to experience the forbidden feeling,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

He then knelt down and removed Wen Yuan’s pajamas, but left the panties, which he pulled apart slightly and began to lightly kiss Wen Yuan’s private parts.
Wen Yuan’s arms supported her body behind her on the window, feeling as if there were millions of ants in her veins, crawling down her lower body all the way up to her face, her skull, her hair, tingling and aching. She breathed in sharply in case she would be oxygen-deprived and powerless.
Her ass involuntarily twisted from side to side, tilting her head back to feel this and enjoy.
”Mmm ~ Liang, it feels so good.”

Han Liang pushed his head into her wide T-shirt, and his hair tickled Wen Yuan as she giggled a delightful laugh.
Han Liang pushed the Bra up and took a bite of the nipple, ‘Ah!’ Wen Yuan whimpered.
Followed by gentle licking and soothing. Han Liang withdrew from the T-shirt, pulled the already undone Bra out of the cuffs and threw it aside, licking and biting the nipple through the shirt, the texture of the material added to the abrasion, Wen Yuan’s breasts heaving violently.
Han Liang’s middle finger inserted into her soft pussy and teased it, like a small loach, deep and shallow between her tender meat, turning and twisting, the fingertips occasionally pressed the sensitive points until the palm of his hand was wet.
He withdrew his finger, and attached it to the sticky, lotus-root-like threads. Putting his middle finger into his own mouth, he sucked gently.

Eyes deep with lust, he looked at Wen Yuan and thought it was time to let her try a new stimulation.

He lifted up Wen Yuan and sat down where Wen Yuan was sitting, using his middle finger scooped out some foam from Wen Yuan’s leftover coffee cup with his middle finger, wiped it on his own sex, then stuck his finger in his mouth again, cleaned it off, and looked at both Wen Yuan in front of him, raising an eyebrow and suggesting her.

Wen Yuan of course knew what he meant, she had often seen it in porn movies, just ……….
The mouth is used to eat ah, this is really okay, normal? She looked at Han Liang’s huge dick and hesitated as she pressed her finger to her lips.

Han Liang smiled a little, ”Yuan Yuan, this is so unfair, isn’t it, what’s the difference between my mouth and yours? What you enjoy becomes disgusting when it comes to me?!!!”
‘That’s not what I meant!’

Han Liang pulled her closer, and with a seductive magical voice he whispered in her ear: ‘Try it once, and if you don’t like it, forget it, okay, hmm? Good girl, Yuan Yuan!’
He gently pressed Wen Yuan to her knees, ‘Good girl, try to lick it clean first!’

Wen Yuan stuck out her tongue and imagined licking the coffee foam away gently like she was licking the lid of a yogurt package.
Han Liang’s brain exploded, it turned out that looking at an innocent girl’s first blowjob felt like this.

After doing it with Wen Yuan, he also tried a few innocent female college students, all of them had their first blowjob, but, never did he get that feeling back again.
Later, he realized that it was not only the innocence, but also the other most important factor, which was ~ love.
He had actually fallen in love with this special young lady a long time ago.

Wen Yuan felt Han Liang shaking a bit, she feigned ignorance and started to follow what was done in the porn videos, holding the glans and sucking at it.
The lips were just tight enough to wrap around the coronal groove, wrapping Han Liang in a wave of numbness in his scalp

He looked down at Wen Yuan, her delicate lips containing his penis. With big, watery eyes, looking up from below, there was a touch of resignation, resentment, and the feeling of being being abused in her eyes, and the intense shock went straight to Han Liang’s heart.
She spilled out a muffled grunt from her throat, narrowly missing his semen, clenching his teeth for a moment, he cursed in his heart, really~wanting~to~be ruthless and abuse her.
Sullying her, torturing her, pulling her down from the heights, breaking her white wings, whipping her hard until she succumbs, letting her know who is her master, master….

He closed the curtains, scooped her up, placed her on the window, and pulled off her T-shirt.
Holding the thick penis with an erotic sheen, he ferociously, roughly and viciously plunged it to the bottom, hitting it directly to the mouth of the uterus.
‘Ah!’ Wen Yuan almost screamed out. “Ah~ Liang~ it’s too deep!”
Han Liang stopped at the deepest point and stuck two fingers into Wen Yuan’s mouth, feeling her wet and warm tongue.
Backing off slightly, he pushed in hard again, looking at Wen Yuan’s tilted head and neck, her teeth lightly biting his fingers.
He covers Wen Yuan’s mouth and orders in a low voice, ”Take it all in~”
Thick and hot~. The tight pussy, the layers of tender flesh were stretched out by the penis. Breathing was muffled by the large hand pressed tightly against her mouth.
Moans escaped from between his fingers as Han Liang swung his waist and hips quickly and violently, using all the muscles in his buttocks, tarting them up viciously, tormenting the young lady underneath him.
Wen Yuan’s face turned red, shaking her head, trying to push Han Liang away.
Han Liang regained his sanity and let go of his hand.
He lifted Wen Yuan up and faced him, sitting on his straddle. Holding her in his arms, he tenderly strokes Wen Yuan’s back. The large hand pauses on her butterfly bone.
How could I ever want to break your wings, I will only do my best to help you realize your dreams.
“Yuan Yuan, I love you so much!”

Han Liang slightly twisted his waist and hips, slicing and dicing Wen Yuan, giving her time to feel the enormity of her dick, and giving himself a moment to catch his breath.
Wen Yuan looked at him, feeling filled and swollen, and she actually associated the swelling sensation in her mouth with the swelling sensation in her pussy.
SHIT ! Wen Yuan, wake up, can you be normal?
”Mmm~” A comfortable muffled grunt came out from Wen Yuan’s chest, and with Han Liang’s topping, Wen Yuan took a deep breath.

Her legs tightly coiled around Han Liang’s waist, and their lower bodies were tightly pressed together.
He followed Wen Yuan’s hairline, inserted his fingers deep into her hair, grasped it gently, and bit Wen Yuan’s earlobe, ‘How did it feel just now, the feeling of your mouth being filled, was it good?’
He pulled out half of his penis, thrust it back fiercely and bumped it, causing Wen Yuan to sink into the pleasure.
‘Hmmm? Yuan yuan, tell me you like it!’ He asked as he thrust hard, ramming against the opening of his womb.
The aching, soothing pleasure broke down her reasoning, shattering the boundaries of traditional concepts, and Wen Yuan gave a slight nod of her head.
Han Liang pulled out his penis, carried Wen Yuan towards the sofa and sat down with his long legs spread out.

Wen Yuan buried her face between his legs, stuck out her tongue, and licked it.
The man stifled a grunt out, his face showing myriad of emotions, tensing his body, his hand grasped the edge of the sofa.
The entire penis was held by Wen Yuan, the warm, wet tongue licking over bit by bit, from the bottom to the top, the tip of the tongue tracing over the opening, Han Liang tilted his head back and inhaled deeply, moaning in a low voice.
He looked down at Wen Yuan, his fingers caressing her silky hair. ‘Baby, try taking it in your mouth, just like you would a delicious ice cream cone, and remember not to use your teeth.’
Wen Yuan opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to hold the glans, Han Liang couldn’t control himself any longer, he grabbed the roots of Wen Yuan’s hair and pressed down on the back of her head, he pushed up his waist and shallowly thrust a few times.
The lustful sound mixed with the moaning sound from Wen Yuan’s throat stimulated Han Liang to want to go deeper. After all, it was not uncommon for other women to deep-throat themselves in order to please their counterparts.