Chapter 183
Her fully exposed s*x drove itself into Segleninde’s field of vision like a nail. From the slightly plump flesh, liquid flowed down her inner thighs and dripped onto his stomach, sticky as honey.
Cynthia had not been wearing underwear since the moment she began luring Segleninde here.
When she exposed her wet entrance completely, the man stopped breathing as if dead and only widened his eyes. Before his eyes, Cynthia let out a low, sharp breath and brought her hand down there and touched herself.
“Mngh, mmh…”
Two slender fingers carefully pressed and rubbed the flesh that had risen in a small mound. Segleninde stopped struggling and watched the sight with wide-open eyes.
The woman’s breathing gradually grew heated, and the hand touching her wet self grew bolder. She pinched and rubbed her c******s, then spread the soft flesh and carefully pushed two fingers inside before pulling them out again, repeating the motion.
“Nnh, ngh. Haa.”
Squelch, squelch. The wet sounds clinging stickily to his ears made his mind grow hazy.
At some point, she had even loosened her collar, exposing her immaculate b*****s outside her undergarments. Her full b*****s swayed before Segleninde’s eyes, then filled her small hands.
She was busy touching her b*****s while busily stirring her hole. Even as she acted as if she had completely forgotten the existence of the man beneath her, bound and unable to move even a single finger, she occasionally showed mercy by deliberately rubbing her plump hips against the c**k standing stiff inside his pants.
Whenever she did, precum, which had already been gushing from the tip of his c**k as if it might burst, soaked through the front of his pants and smeared stickily onto her backside.
“Ngh. Mmph…!”
Segleninde looked ready to chew through the tentacle covering his mouth. As if he could not even spare a moment to blink, he stared obsessively at Cynthia, who was busily pleasuring herself on top of him, and let out impatient breaths that made his chest heave.
He did not know what this sensation was.
With a head returned to his virgin days, he could not understand why that woman was doing such a thing, why merely taking in that sight with his eyes made the erectile tissue attached to his lower body swell painfully, or why his head was growing increasingly dazed from the reaction of one part of his body.
Nor why the water flowing from the woman smelled so sweet.
“Ah, mm. It feels good. So good.”
Meanwhile, Cynthia chose one suitable tentacle among the many holding Segleninde down and began rubbing it against herself. Using a tentacle with bumpy protrusions along its shaft and a blunt tip, she rolled it as if she might insert it into her hole, moving her waist busily back and forth.
Since that position happened to be directly above Segleninde’s c**k, it drove him mad. If she was going to do that, wouldn’t it be better to take out his erectile tissue and play with that instead? Why was she doing that with a tentacle that would not even listen to its master?
Moreover, even if control had currently been taken from him, that tentacle was ultimately part of his main body. The sensation of her pressing her soft flesh close, rubbing against it, and soaking it thoroughly with sticky water was so vivid that he felt like he would go insane.
His throat grew parched, and he wanted to drink something. The droplets falling onto his stomach, giving off a sweeter honey scent by the moment, made his eyes track its movements with the desire to catch them with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmph, mm!”
“Sellie, just a little, hnnngh, hold out a little longer…”
She rubbed her wet entrance against the bumpy protrusions, focusing especially on her c******s. Treating it as if it were her husband’s c**k, she carefully coated it with her arousal, wrapped it in her soft flesh, and panted while busily rocking her hips back and forth.
Cynthia now saw that Segleninde’s face had turned completely red. She also saw his c**k, trembling as if about to climax each time her backside touched it.
Though his mind had returned to a time when he had never e********d, his c**k, long since trained to the taste of his woman’s most intimate place, leaked precum endlessly like a dog in heat, as if wanting to immediately run down the familiar path and ram its head straight into her deepest crevice.
Seeing that, she felt a little sorry for him. And she wanted to tease him more.
With a slow gesture, Cynthia grabbed the front of his pants and pulled them down at once. The enormous c**k that sprang out, cutting through the air, had long since soaked the inside of his pants.
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