Chapter 117
As the pressure tightened around Hansel’s chest, another burst of milk splashed onto Dante’s face. He licked the drops off his lips, his crimson eyes fixed intently on Hansel’s face.
Lost in the overwhelming pleasure pounding from below, Hansel suddenly realized something:
Dante’s hands were free.
Of course, this was Dante—the mage who could make kitchen tools move and cook by themselves in the basement. Making a toy thrust into her was nothing for someone like him.
Buzz. Buzz.
The vibrations from the toy intensified. Hansel started moaning uncontrollably, her hips rising and falling with every deep thrust. The wet, slick sounds of her arousal mixing with the toy’s relentless thrusting made her head spin.
The tension from the straps squeezing her b*****s, combined with the random, erratic thrusting below, was driving her insane.
Dante leaned forward, resting one hand on the table. His face drew close to Hansel’s, and he whispered softly near her lips, “You’re so e****c. It’s beautiful to watch.”
Then he captured her lips in an instant.
“Mmph! Nngh! Mm…!”
His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring her eagerly. Even the light scrape of his teeth against her lips sent shivers through her body.
He left her with a brief, teasing kiss before pulling back. Then, he simply watched, almost mesmerized, as his wife drowned in pleasure.
Whenever Dante took Hansel himself, he would inevitably lose control halfway through. Her tight, clenching warmth and the way she clung to him with utter love always obliterated his restraint.
But he had always regretted that he could never fully witness her unraveling in those moments.
Now, though, he could take it all in: the heaving b*****s spilling milk, her greedy core swallowing the toy whole, and her milky, soaked torso. But most of all, her dazed expression, lost in sensation, overwhelmed by bliss—everything about her was irresistible.
His c**k strained painfully, swelling to the point of discomfort. Unable to endure it any longer, Dante pulled himself free.
The sound of his thick, throbbing length being released was wet and obscene. His shaft slapped against his abdomen, glistening with precum.
Simultaneously, the toy pounding into Hansel stopped moving.
The sudden disappearance of the overwhelming stimulation left Hansel gasping, both disoriented and desperate. Her dazed eyes searched Dante’s face in confusion.
“D-Dante, why did you… stop?”
The unfinished pleasure left her core aching with frustration. She fought the urge to thrust her hips on her own, feeling on the verge of madness. Tears welled in her eyes as her lips formed an unconscious pout.
Dante, observing her reaction, slowly stroked his swollen shaft.
“Your turn. Suck me.”
The restraints on Hansel’s wrists loosened, carefully lowering her arms without letting them drop too quickly. Though her wrists were still bound, she could now move her hands toward the space between her thighs.
Hansel’s gaze drifted to the tip of Dante’s c**k.
It was a dark, angry red, dripping steadily with precum. Its sheer size and the heat radiating from it made her mouth go dry. Without thinking, she swallowed nervously.
“If you let me go, I’ll do it.”
Dante reached out and lifted Hansel, holding her easily in his arms. The motion jostled the toy still lodged inside her, sending unexpected shocks of pleasure through her body.
He placed her gently on her knees on the floor, her b*****s bare and still glistening with milk.
The sweet, slightly sugary scent of his arousal teased her nose. Dante’s essence always tasted rich and syrupy, a pleasant sweetness that made it easier for her to take him into her mouth.
Dante pressed the head of his c**k to her lips, nudging her mouth open.
“Mm…”
Hansel hummed softly, gripping his throbbing shaft with her restrained hands. His heat radiated through her fingers, and the pulsating blood flow made her palms tingle.
She opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the tip of his length. Even with her mouth stretched wide, she could only take in the head.
“Fuuuh…”
Dante’s brow furrowed, his face etched with satisfaction as he gazed down at her. Hansel loved seeing his handsome features twist in pleasure.
She bobbed her head back and forth, running her tongue along the underside of his c**k while her bound hands stroked his length. Dante brushed his fingers gently through her hair, his touch tender despite the intensity of his arousal.
Grasping the back of her head firmly, Dante began to move his hips, thrusting into her mouth with slow, deliberate motions. His c**k brushed against her palate, pressing into her cheeks and pushing deeper toward her throat.
The fullness and the heat left Hansel dizzy. The tip of his shaft scraped her palate, nudged her cheeks, and stretched her throat. The relentless stimulation made it harder and harder for her to breathe.
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