Chapter 31
Felice gave Claude a gentle smile and swallowed nervously. Her fingertips trembled—likely from tension—because what she had just held in her hand was much larger than the pictures had suggested.
“Hah.”
Meeting Felice’s gaze, Claude chuckled softly, almost like a sigh, then slightly bowed his head. As his hand brushed his damp hair behind his forehead, a hint of resignation showed.
Felice frowned at Claude’s reaction but quickly relaxed her furrowed brow as he slowly stood up from the chair.
Before her stood his enormous member, standing stiffly toward her.
Half-covered by his robe, he made no effort to hide himself as it hovered near her face.
“You seem flustered, Miss. Perhaps because your mouth is small?”
Claude reached out and gently grasped Felice’s small chin.
“I’m relieved you can swallow it, but…”
His eyes curved into crescent shapes.
“We don’t know if it will really work, do we? Your slender fingers won’t do, so I’ll use mine to check.”
With a firmer grip on her chin, Claude parted Felice’s lips and, still smiling, slid his finger inside her mouth.
“…Ugh.”
“My fingers might be easier for you to judge than yours. If, unfortunately, after checking you find you cannot take it, then I suppose we’ll have to give up the lesson.”
Felice flinched at his words—he gave her no room to refuse. Meanwhile, as he spoke, Claude pressed against the underside of her tongue, swirling inside her mouth.
Unable to respond, Felice gently moved her tongue, tracing his finger.
Apparently understanding her reaction, Claude replied,
“Hah… two fingers seem okay.”
Encouraged, Felice moved her tongue more actively around the two fingers.
Suddenly, a woman from the erotica illustrations came to her mind. Thinking of the pictures, Felice slightly nodded her head.
She thought this was how it should be done, but unsure, she moved slowly and glanced up at Claude, hoping to catch his expression.
Just then, Claude’s ring finger suddenly pushed in sharply, and Felice instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.
“Hup. Hah… ugh.”
But she didn’t stop—she moved her head and tongue.
Though saliva leaked, Felice paid no mind and tried, just as the book instructed, to gently pleasure him without biting.
“Ha, damn.”
Claude pulled his finger out in an instant.
“Felice, open your mouth wider.”
Growling low, Claude grabbed her head.
His hot, slick member rubbed against her lips.
As Felice parted her lips, his length slid inside immediately.
“…Ugh!”
The moment the huge member thrust in, Felice frowned. It was far larger than anything she’d measured with her or Claude’s fingers.
Her tongue was pressed down, filling her mouth, but she opened her jaw as wide as possible and pursed her lips.
Feeling uncomfortable moving her head, Felice extended her arm forward. Using Claude’s firm thigh for support, she slowly began to move her head. Claude let out a soft sigh.
“Hah…”
Clenching one fist tightly, Claude repeatedly rubbed his face.
Though aware he was reaching his limit because Felice had stroked his member with innocent curiosity, Claude thought he might actually climax using only her mouth.
Her reddened eyes filled with moisture, awkwardly moving her mouth, stirred his climax.
This was the first time he had experienced something like this.
“Haah… ugh. Hah.”
Felice’s heavy moans, mixed with wet sounds, filled the room.
As her throat was pressed tightly, she winced at the length she couldn’t quite take fully. Suddenly aware she still had hands free, Felice slowly removed them from Claude’s thighs.
Then she gripped him firmly with her hands.
“…Hah!”
Moving her hands as she took him into her mouth, Claude exhaled ragged breaths.
She felt him throb more fiercely inside her mouth.
Increasing the rhythm with a nod, Claude finally squeezed his eyes shut.
Just as Felice opened her mouth to breathe,
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