Chapter 52
In her previous life, she had never once felt her b*****s touched or pleasured by her husband. Yet the very moment Euclid took her n****e into his mouth, a pleasure so sharp it felt as though her whole body might twist apart surged through her.
“Hn, nnh…!”
Sylaria let out a moan through clenched teeth and lowered her gaze. Euclid, his face stripped of any trace of playfulness, was seriously, almost reverently, devouring her b*****s.
His soft, pliant tongue brushed gently over her areola, only to then suck hard with force. As he lavished attention on her chest, a steady flow of heat and wetness spilled from between her legs. At the same time, her lower belly tingled and throbbed until her mind grew faint and hazy.
Even then, Euclid did not stop. With obscene slurping sounds—chuup, chuup—he tormented her b*****s mercilessly.
Sylaria’s dazed eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Hot breaths escaped her parted lips, and her legs twisted together on their own.
“Uhnn…”
As her languid moan spilled out, Euclid finally released her b*****s and instead lowered his lips to her flat stomach.
He kissed lightly at her pale skin, then pressed his lips against it to suck, inching downward slowly, until at last he reached between her thighs.
When his mouth touched her underwear, Euclid easily snapped the thin strings on either side and spread her legs apart.
With her womanhood exposed completely before his eyes, Sylaria gasped in shock and moved to cover herself with her hand. But Euclid only gazed down at her with a burning intensity and smiled.
“Don’t hide. You’re beautiful.”
“Don’t say— Haaahh!”
Euclid gently parted her thighs, then brought his fingers to her slick entrance. He bent down so that his lips once again closed over her swollen b*****s, even as his hand began teasing her slit.
“Ahh, hnngh, ahh, ahh!”
Sylaria surrendered helplessly, trembling violently as she gave herself up to him. From the moment he had begun sucking her b*****s—no, from the moment he had pressed his body against hers in the bath—her folds had been wet, and now they squelched noisily.
His long fingers dug into her, prying open her tight walls as they slid in, only to withdraw slowly and push back in again. Each time, Sylaria’s moans grew louder, her convulsions sharper.
“Ahh, hahh, ahh, ahhh…!”
The wetness seeping from her s*x now overflowed so much that it drenched her b******s and thighs completely.
Euclid increased the number of fingers inside her, pumping rapidly against her inner walls. With each motion, her juices spattered outward, splashing across the sheets.
“Hhnn, uhh, nnnghh!”
Sylaria’s waist arched high into the air, her hands clenching the sheets with desperate strength. When three of his fingers thrust deep inside and scraped lightly against her walls as they withdrew, her eyes flew wide, and goosebumps rippled across her entire body.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Her mouth fell wide open as her limbs shook violently. Her toes curled, her vision turned white. A torrent of immense pleasure and climax crashed over her.
“Ahh… hahh, hahhh…”
Having ridden the lightning strike of ecstasy, Sylaria collapsed weakly onto the bed, her breath ragged. Exhaustion washed over her in the wake of her climax, and she breathed faintly, her strength gone. Slowly, Euclid’s hand slipped free from her dripping core.
She gazed at him blankly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and she noticed his eyes twitching, as though he were suppressing something.
‘What’s wrong with him…?’
Weakened, Sylaria looked at him through blurry eyes. Euclid seemed to be holding himself back, as if restraining something. Just as she was about to ask why…
He lowered himself, settling between her legs. Then, leaning his large body down, he pressed his tongue against her twitching, swollen entrance.
“Hhhnghh!”
As his wet tongue pushed between her folds, Sylaria’s eyes flew wide open. At the overwhelming stimulation, unlike anything she had ever experienced, she kicked and squirmed in shock.
It was maddening. Completely unlike his fingers. The slick heat of his tongue, probing deep into her inner walls, sent sharp tremors coursing through her lower spine.
“Ahhh, hahh, ahh, ahhhh!”
Clutching the sheets tightly, Sylaria threw her head back. Euclid sucked at her entrance, cheeks hollowing, as though determined to drink down every drop of the arousal spilling from her.
He did not stop, not until her legs stretched upward into the air and trembled uncontrollably. Not until her voice, crying out in broken moans, was spent.
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