Your Majesty is annoying

Chapter 27

As he exposed her inner folds, transparent liquid started to leak out.

Medea’s face lit up red.

“I don’t think you have taken the lead in anything other than a kiss… …”

“No, don’t make fun of me,” said Medea as she sulked and stepped back.

Lyle approached Medea with a weird smile.

“I wasn’t teasing; I was only telling the truth.”

Medea was trying to cover her ample breasts with one hand while lifting her dress with the other.

“Show me your breasts.”

“N, no! You’ve seen it plenty this morning!”

“So you can show me…. While you’re standing like this already.”

“Ahh… … .”

Lyle’s fingers went under Medea’s arm and lightly pinched her nipples. It wasn’t painful, but the lewd prank made her moan.

“You said you were licking, but —other jokes… … ! Ugh!”

Holding Medea’s two indignant cheeks while she scolded him, Lyle poured down a multitude of kisses over her, and he finished her off with an incredibly passionate, devouring kiss.

The dress slipped out of Medea’s hand, now utterly devoid of energy.

“Huuah…oooh hnngh…”

“I’ll lick you now,” Lyle whispered, looking into Medea’s blue eyes after he released from his sweet kiss.

Medea hesitated when she saw Lyle willingly kneel in front of her. She curled up her petticoat again and, with a shy glance, seemed to permit him to go ahead. An immaculate pussy was revealed between thighs trembling with tension.

“Haaaa… .”

Lyle, with his fingers, opened Medea’s fold and gazed at it with a sticky glaze.

Medea was embarrassed and kept closing her legs.

“Millie.”

“Yes, yes?”

Replied the parched Medea, surprised.

Lyle pointed his gaze at Medea’s trembling knee and said, “If you keep closing your legs, I won’t be able to get between them.”

“Don’t tease me….”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I want to clean you with my tongue.”

With such a neat and beautifully handsome face, he spoke dirty words that had a great destructive power. Medea was momentarily dazed.

Lyle said:

“If you keep moving your hips or closing your legs, I understand that it means asking for the bigger one. You’ll be fine, though, right?”

“Yes?”

It was obvious what the bigger one was.

“Ekkk!”

The faltering Medea’s knees were spread wide open by Lyle’s hands. While kneeling, Lyle reached out to her petals.

“Ah!”

He spread her petals from both sides, exposing her flower dripping with wine. Lyle looked at it and breathed in. Medea swallowed her shaky breath, and the moist tip of his tongue caressed her blossom.

“Ahhhh… .”

Even his breath made me trembled at the sweet stimulus.

Lyle glanced at the flower bud that had started to stand up.