Chapter 20
Chapter 20
‘Is it just me, or does Bova look even worse…?’
Milana studied him. His whole body was flushed now, not just his face. She worried for a moment, but he kept insisting the pain was easing, so she decided to believe him. Thinking about the next step, she made a bold move.
“Ah, Milana!”
She grabbed the hot flesh that had been knocking between her a*s cheeks. It was her first time holding a man’s p***s in her hand. The heat and hardness startled her for a second. The moment her hand touched it, the veins bulged and it stiffened impossibly harder, twisting like a creature with a mind of its own. Clear fluid dripped from the slit at the tip.
‘Hah…!’
“Hnn…”
Along with the groan that burst out of him, Milana glanced at him nervously, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. Vladimir was already chewing hard on his split lip, but he nodded.
She had experience now. She knew that to get this thing inside her, they both had to be wet enough down there. She gently stroked the precum dripping out and spread it over the whole shaft. Then she brought her hand, slick with his fluid, to her own s*x. Squelch. The fluid on her fingers mixed with her own wetness, making obscene sounds.
Vladimir couldn’t hide his shock. Milana was using his precum, not his c*m, to slick herself, touching herself around the hole. A tame cat climbing onto the stove first. The absurd sight went on for a while. Then she sighed and lifted her hips. She pressed the tip of his c**k against her entrance.
Squelch.
In that position, Milana began to slowly lower herself. She clenched her teeth and gave her all to push the impossibly thick flesh inside her belly. Her walls, already stretched once to his shape, used that memory as a foothold and willingly opened up.
“Nnnh…”
Still, it wasn’t easy.
‘It’s too big for my body…’
She couldn’t get used to the feeling of her insides being pushed aside to make room for this new mass of flesh. But what was even harder to get used to was herself. The way her back arched and her hips squirmed against the strange, unfamiliar fullness. An itchy sensation she never felt normally. She bit down on her teeth to bear it.
‘Still, I have to do this. This is for Bova…’
So she asked, like a habit.
“Vladimir, it’s… getting better, right?”
“Yeah, of course…”
No. It wasn’t getting better.
The man barely answered, his veined hands gripping the sheets and twisting. Rip. Along with the wet sound of flesh pushing through her walls, there might have been a bit of tearing fabric too.
But this was Milana Ven. The woman who never gave up, even if it drove her to tears. In the end, she managed to take his whole p***s, forcing it down bite by bite. The base of his c**k met her entrance. And at the same moment, two stifled moans burst out, each a different shade.
“Hihk…!”
“Kh…!”
Milana shrank back. Her lower belly seemed to throb in time with the pounding pulse of the p***s. The feeling of their secret parts fitting together like puzzle pieces was just as unbearable as last time. A moan escaped on its own. Every muscle in her body trembled. Now… she had to move… what should she do? She was so focused on chewing her lip that she didn’t realize her inner walls were doing the same to him. She agonized for a long moment.
“Hah… Milana… if it’s too hard to move, can I do it?”
The man was so aroused his vision had gone red. He asked like a starving beast, his throat rumbling. He was finally back between her legs. He wanted to move his hips right now and taste her to the bottom.
“N-No. No.”
What?
But the answer was firm. Her small face held a steady resolve, like a doctor with a patient.
“I can’t make a sick person do the work… I’ll do it for you.”
“Wha…”
Vladimir was trapped between supreme bliss and the agony of unresolved arousal. He couldn’t move forward or back. A deep sigh escaped him. His earlier attitude, praising the usefulness of lies, had vanished. A scam always came with a price…
Milana slowly lifted her body, her face full of determination. She hovered with the shaft only half inside her, panting for a moment. Then she dropped back down with a thud. The thick member scraped through her inner folds and rammed against her cervix. Convulsing, Milana repeated the motion as best she could and started shaking her hips. Her loose, frizzy brown hair swayed gently along with her small b*****s. Her lower belly bulged and hollowed, over and over. Uhh… Her small moans escaped a face completely swallowed by the pleasure of fullness in her belly. Watching that undone expression… nothing fueled his ecstasy more. Her two small hands trembled and wandered over the man’s upper body, then suddenly came to rest on her own bouncing b*****s.
“Hah…!”
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