44. Vacuum Show in the Cinema (2)

Suddenly, I stopped and pulled my left hand out from under Zirou's skirt.

Zirou was still immersed in the spiritual pleasure halfway up the mountain. She suddenly woke up and unconsciously clamped her legs together, rubbing them back and forth subconsciously, trying to continue the pleasure.

But I didn't stop my action, because the sex scene in the movie was about to start. I tilted the stool for two people back a few degrees, put my left hand through Zirou's waist, hugged Zirou to myself, let Zirou lie on her side on my chest, and reached my left hand under Zirou's skirt again, returning to the valley that had just been caressed to make a stream flow.

I unzipped my pants with my right hand and let my huge dragon jump out from under my pants. My cock, which had become extremely huge since I saw Zirou today, could finally come out to breathe. The cinema was very dark. There was no one else in our row, and the seats in the front and back rows were high enough to completely block my lower body, so I could only see the upper body of the people in the back row.

I grabbed Zirou's little hand and placed it on my trembling cock, using my cock to feel the goddess's snow-white and slender little hand. Those were the tender hands that wrote the school's first-place calligraphy work and every award-winning article in the school. Now they were holding my cock.

My left hand tightly embraced Zirou's waist, and I continued to caress her vagina with my fingers deep inside her skirt, while my right hand reached into Zirou's JK shirt as she lay on her side on me, and held her virgin breasts. The soft, smooth and elastic touch immediately made my cock rise a few more times.

Zirou, who was held in my arms, was surrounded by pleasure, shame and humiliation. She could no longer tell where these pleasures and electric currents came from. She felt limp all over and let me wreak havoc on her.

I stared at the heroine on the screen. I believe that at least half of the boys below were coveting the heroine's pure, quiet, abstinent and delicate goddess temperament. In my arms, I was holding a girl with a temperament similar to the heroine, but with a better figure and skin. My fingers were fingering the girl's pure but moist lips, and one hand was greedily playing with the girl's round and firm breasts, two fingers were obscenely kneading the unprotected tender nipples, and the girl was lying on my chest, her breathing becoming more and more rapid and heavy, and from time to time she let out a suppressed moan.

His penis was held in the girl's small hand, and the huge glans exposed to the air seemed to tell of the owner's exploding animal desire at the moment.

My fingers were digging faster and faster, the tip of my middle finger kept grinding and kneading Zirou's clitoris, while the fingers of the other hand were also quickly scraping Zirou's increasingly hard nipples. I felt that Zirou's two labia had been swollen and enlarged due to the teasing, and the tender and juicy flower buds were erect with blood. The nectar was oozing out more and more, making my fingers sticky and stringy.

I could no longer tell the difference between the heroine in the movie and the girl in my arms. I seemed to have become a character in the drama, pushing the heroine onto the bed roughly, stripping off her clothes, fingering her tender pussy and grabbing her breasts, and this feeling was really happening in my hands and on my chest.

Zirou's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. She knew the movie was about to end and the lights would come on. Everyone would see her labia exposed to the air without any underwear. This feeling of shame and tension made her heartbeat faster and faster. Her labia seemed to be rapidly engorged with blood, but that engorgement also increased the area of her labia that was in contact with my fingers. As I teased her clitoris harder and harder, it brought an explosive pleasure and impact. She felt that her nerves had completely lost their perception of the surroundings under the impact of the pleasure. Faster, harder... faster... faster...

It was as if a huge firework exploded in my mind...

Tears were about to come out of Zirou's eyes, and she bit my collar tightly to prevent herself from screaming.

At this moment, I felt Zirou's legs tighten, clamping my hand. Her labia first shrank slightly, and then a warm current spurted out on my hand in an instant, while the nipple of the tender breast held in the other hand became hard and pressed against my palm.

My cock, which was held by Zirou, was stretched to its peak and shot out several streams of thick, smelly semen onto Zirou's face and glasses as she lay on my chest.

"Zirou, I'm...I'm sorry."

I paused from the wave of pleasure of orgasm. Although my cock was still excited because of the facial cumshot to this literary goddess and spit out the last wave of thick semen with the remaining passion, I was slowly regaining my sage state.

But Zirou was different. This was the first time in her life that she had an orgasm in public with subconscious awareness. The surging pleasure, like fireworks going off in her brain, overwhelmed her. She felt that the honey pot under her skirt, which was empty, was still surging with warm currents.

I felt the goddess lying on my chest still trembling slightly, with rapid breathing and red ears. The movie was about to enter the ending song and the lights were about to come on. I hurriedly took out a tissue from my pants tremblingly, first wiped the semen on my penis and stuffed it back into my pants, and then helped wipe the semen off Zirou's face, eyes and clothes.

"Pah"

The lights in the theater came on, and the people in the front began to stretch and stand up. Almost everyone's attention was drawn to one place: in the last row, a girl in a JK uniform with long and pretty hair was lying on a boy of ordinary appearance from the back. Especially when she was lying down, the JK skirt further highlighted the girl's curvy buttocks.

The boys looked at the girlfriends beside them, and they couldn't help but feel envious and jealous of this boy in their hearts, and then shook their heads. It was really the decline of morals that people had to hug and kiss in public just to watch a movie.

When the crowd had mostly left, I patted Zirou's back awkwardly.

"Zirou...we...are leaving."

Zirou then gently lifted herself up from my chest. Her hair was a little messy because she had used her forehead to press against my chin during the climax. There were still traces of semen on her pretty and elegant glasses. Her fair skin was slightly flushed under her beautiful, classical and exquisite facial features. She had the delicate beauty of a young girl with the mature charm of someone who had just experienced an climax. I was stunned by her and my lower body, which had just finished fighting, tightened slightly again.

Zirou's eyes began to turn red. She bit her lips and used all her strength to support me so that she could stand up. She subconsciously covered the back of her skirt with her hands and ran to the bathroom.

While I was still immersed in the aftertaste of such a wonderful ejaculation, I vaguely saw liquid slowly sliding down between Zirou's tightly clamped legs as she ran away.

I waited at the bathroom door for almost half an hour before I saw Zirou come out.

She had thoroughly wiped off all traces of semen on her face and glasses, and had combed her hair. I unconsciously looked down at her thighs and found that Zirou had also washed herself. Except for a little bit of adorable pink on her ears and cheeks after the passion, no one could tell that this quiet and beautiful high school girl had just climaxed in front of everyone.

I couldn't help but feel my lower body tightening again, and the scenes I had imagined day and night were already flooding my mind. I didn't know when I would be able to completely obtain this liberal arts goddess coveted by all the boys in the school, vent on her, tear off her JK uniform, play with the absolute area under her skirt with my fingers, and stroke my cock on her quiet and pretty face...

I walked over and gently hugged Zirou's body. She also obediently put her arms around my waist and rested her head on my chest.

"Xiao Jie, don't do this again..."

"My Zirou, don't you like it? Don't you think it's very exciting? Isn't it very comfortable when you reach the climax?"

“No…”

"But when I took my hand away, Zirou looked reluctant to let go."

“That… is so embarrassing…”

"It's okay, Zirou, I'm here, nothing will go wrong, you have to trust me."

I gently stroked the girl's back and comforted her.

"Then let's study together next time."

"Okay... I can read Dream of the Red Chamber with you!"

"Then Zirou can still do it next time..."

“No…”

Before I could express my intention, Zirou rejected me, but I didn't feel disappointed.

After all, the shy and quiet Zirou is the literary girl in the eyes of all the boys in the school. It is already a great achievement to let Zirou experience such excitement today.

"Then Zirou can dress more beautifully!"