Chapter 167
“Why are you hard when I kicked you? You’re a complete pervert— mnnph.”
As if asking why she was asking when she already knew, Segleninde let out a low laugh and kissed Cynthia again.
Even as he pressed the head of his c**k, dripping sticky fluid, against her soft belly and rubbed it there, he didn’t intend to put it inside his wife first thing in the morning. After all, he had tormented her throughout the early hours, and he had seen how swollen she was down there.
Though he wasn’t human, he had recently learned what conscience was, as a being who loved a human. A husband with a conscience was not someone who tormented his one and only wife all night, then lunged at her again in the morning to satisfy his own lust, shoving his c**k in first no matter how swollen her tight entrance was.
A good husband, by nature, ought to tend first to the place his beloved wife found sore. He kissed his way down her thighs, which had grown even plumper lately, carefully grasped the backs of her knees and spread them, then gently licked her swollen s*x with his tongue.
“No, wait, this isn’t conscientious either, huaang…!”
His long tongue pushed in with force, parting the soft flesh. Without pressing too deeply into the reddened inner flesh, he stirred inside, then sharpened the tip of his tongue and rubbed the little bead from both sides, rapidly flicking it back and forth.
Her trembling thighs unconsciously squeezed together. Buried in the warm flesh that pressed snugly against both his cheeks and wrapped around his head, Segleninde happily took his own c**k in hand and stroked it. At the same time, he freely sucked up the sweet nectar that had begun to trickle from Cynthia little by little.
He gathered his lips and took the narrow flesh into his mouth all at once, mouthing at it, then rolled his tongue inside, licked at her hole, and pushed deeper in. The farther his tongue reached, firmly filling her inner walls, the more honey-sweet water gushed out in rushes.
As he focused only on her entrance and thrust his tongue in and out, her c******s swelled stiffly too. He pressed that cute little bead down with the bridge of his nose, and as he drove the firm body of his tongue into the flesh that was busily twitching and fluttering, Cynthia’s waist arched sharply.
Segleninde did not miss that chance. Continuing to enjoy the luxury of having his head squeezed breathlessly by his wife’s warm flesh, he used his thick tongue like a c**k and thrust powerfully up into her entrance. He skillfully licked her inner walls, scraped along the folds, and the moment he pressed down hard on a spot that was especially tense.
“Hiiek, nnngh! Huaaaa…!”
A clear stream of liquid sprayed out like a water gun. It was his wife’s release, the one he had waited and waited for.
Segleninde caught every last drop she spurted with his mouth. Even honey held inside a flower could not be this fragrant and sweet.
If he followed his heart, he wanted another mouthful, but after seeing Cynthia lying limp and panting, exhausted from climax, he decided to restrain himself.
A husband with a conscience should not do that. So he only left kiss after kiss on her melted, slick s*x, telling it how pretty it was, then lifted his head. From the c**k he had kept gripping and stroking, s***n poured out just in time.
He finished his own release roughly, then carefully tended to her first, holding her close and rocking her soothingly. He was pleased by the sensation of her body, now damp with cold sweat, sticking lightly to his skin. He thought it would be nice if their two bodies could stay attached as one forever and never separate again.
“I, I want a bath. Please, a bath…”
At Cynthia’s weak whine, he promptly lifted her into his arms and rose from the bed. Melissa came at just the right time and asked whether the couple had risen, so he told her they would bathe together and instructed her to prepare it.
Because of the climax that had swept over her like a tidal wave, the drowsiness Cynthia had barely shaken off came rushing back again, and her eyelids hovered between closing and opening.
While her damned husband, who might or might not have slept last night instead of staring at her sleeping face the entire time, walked off with visible excitement, she dozed off again and again in his arms, her feet dangling as they went to the bathroom.
Even so, when she saw Segleninde’s c**k, which showed no sign of wilting after a single release, she had a feeling that this morning would not be easy either.
It seemed the morning bath would be quite a long one.
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