Chapter 75
Breathing heavily, Cynthia looked down to see Segleninde had completely taken off her lower garment and tossed them aside, then lifted her knees. His long, silvery hair, as fine as a bird’s wings, scattered in soft strands over her stomach and both thighs.
Her fully exposed s*x was so slick with arousal that even under the gentle light it was visibly wet. Like something parched for water, the small entrance quivered cutely, opening and closing, dripping honey-like nectar so much that it ran all the way down to her b******s.
Clicking his tongue, Segleninde lowered his head and ran his tongue up her thoroughly wet entrance, savoring the sweetness to the fullest. His throat bobbed on its own, and his mouth felt bitter and parched.
As if the sweetness he’d just tasted urged him to have more, his throat burned with impatience, and he immediately buried his face between her legs.
“Ha, hng, ah…!”
He filled her inner walls with his tongue, plunging deep and then pulling back to drink in all her juices. While savoring the sound of his fiancée’s sobbing whimpers, he also took her trembling c******s into his mouth for a taste.
After licking her entire entrance with his tongue, when he dove inside, her hips shook violently.
Being considerate of his delicate fiancée, he moved his thrusting tongue gently at first, but soon, unable to hold back, he pressed his tongue in thick and deep, thrusting mercilessly as if scolding her insistent muscles for clinging to him.
Curling his tongue and working his jaw rapidly, he probed her tight inner walls without leaving a single gap, making Cynthia let out a scream-like moan.
“Hua, aaang! Aaah!”
Segleninde pressed his soft lips against her entrance, rubbing, while his pointed nose firmly pressed down on her c******s. At the same time, using his tongue as if it were a c**k, he thrust it deep inside, drinking in all the sweet nectar that leaked out, and with every powerful movement of his tongue inside her tight walls, Cynthia was driven to the brink.
Every time his tongue touched a spot that made her feel good, her toes curled and her back arched involuntarily.
Segleninde seemed to know exactly where she wanted him, relentlessly probing that spot and thoroughly stirring up her inner walls with his deeply buried tongue. He never forgot to rub her lonely, stiffened c******s with his fingers whenever he remembered.
Moving his tongue as he pleased, massaging her inner walls with broad, pressing motions, he pressed firmly against the ceiling. Cynthia’s knees, held in both his hands, trembled as she writhed, feet flailing in the air.
Though Cynthia had already climaxed several times since coming here, this time it was so intense it was almost maddening. She even started to wonder if something was wrong with her—a reflexive defense, perhaps. If he kept sucking her down there any more, she felt something else might come out, and it scared her.
Unable to endure any longer, Cynthia, nearly sobbing, pushed at Segleninde’s head, who was devouring her to the very depths, almost as if aiming to touch her cervix with his tongue.
“S-Stop! Hic! Stop, stop, uuhng, I don’t want—”
“Don’t want to?”
Segleninde, who had been relentlessly licking her c******s, finally lifted his head from between her thighs. His beautiful lips, messily smeared with her arousal, were so indecent that it was shocking.
Still, she hoped he’d take a short break. At this rate, she really might lose control of her body.
But Segleninde seemed to read her thoughts and smiled. Slowly crawling up her body, he took one of her small hands resting on his head, brought it down himself, and made her touch her own s*x.
“Hng, ugh.”
“You were crying out down here too, so how can you say you don’t want it?”
Cynthia looked at her fingers, now wet with her own nectar, in disbelief. Segleninde took her hand, soaked in her arousal, pulled it to his mouth, and sucked her fingers clean.
“Or… did you just not like my way?”
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