'Didn't she say she can't have children?'
It didn't matter. Irene didn't like children anyway. She didn't want to know how to raise or teach children. It would be a satisfying life if she simply lived and died together with Lisa.
'I think she will be handsome even when she is older.'
Irene giggled quietly as she painted where the future traces of the years would appear on Lisa's sleepy face. She seemed to be okay with anything she did with her handsome face.
"I'm praiseworthy, so where's my reward. Master?"
Surprised, she looked up at Lisa, who was whispering; her eyes were still closed, and her chin raised. As if waiting for Irene's kiss, shaking her head, non-verbally whining while being blatantly brazen.
Irene shook her head, trying to figure out when Lisa had been awake. Then, seeing that casual look on Lisa's face, she started to wonder if Lisa had ever even slept in the first place.
Exhausted from waiting, Lisa slowly lifted her eyelids and pulled Irene gently into her arms. The kiss that started from the top of her head poured non-stop to her forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks.
"Oh, alright. Alright. Stop."
Eventually, Irene had to raise her head and kiss her lips.
"Thank you."
Lisa's eyes smiled when she got what she wanted.
'Ugh, next time, I'll just do it quickly and finish it.'
"But why did you say I was praiseworthy?"
Irene chose her words in response to the question asked in her locked voice.
No matter how impudent she was, Irene couldn't answer easily. How could she say she was praising Lisa's eyes with murderous intent?
"Well... ... . Hmm...Because you like me a lot?"
Lisa raised an eyebrow as if asking her to explain.
'So?'
Of course, she was now patiently waiting for her words to continue, urging her to tell her the quirky part.
"To live with. Forever."
'I'm sure you'll be happy. Of course. Deciding to live together for the rest of our lives, you can't hate it.'
She looked at Lisa's face in anticipation of seeing joyous expression.
At that moment, Lisa's eyes narrowed, her forehead wrinkled severely, as she grabbed Irene's ass tightly and pulled Irene towards her. Contrary to Irene's expectations, her displeasure was evident.
"Then you were thinking of abandoning me?"
The part that touched Irene was grossly enlarged without knowing the situation. It was really a bottom that didn't know how to get tired. And as if she had no right to think like that, Irene was wet as if it were natural.
"Didn't I suck out all that poison and save Master?"
Lisa's face looked so pitiful as if she had suffered a great injustice. And for a moment, Irene had almost believed Lisa was a lifesaver.
Oh, I'm sorry- Irene barely managed to thwart a reflexive apology. Lisa was really shameless.
'You knew it wasn't poison. You pretended not to when I asked you to lick it and look at us now!'
Lisa's lips, pressed lightly on Irene's eyes, which were raised with full of resentment, turned toward Irene's ears.
"You asked me to suck it so often that my tongue was numb."
Even though Lisa uttered absurd remarks because it was unfair, her low-pitched voice was unbelievably sweet. Thanks to that, Irene's lower abdomen clenched.
"Oh no, you are spilling again."
Irene opened her eyes in protest without noticing that Lisa was checking her moisture with the tip of her straight penis; Irene's voice came out sharp.
"Did your tongue hurt? You said it was sweet! So who was it that kept licking it even if I told you to stop eating me out? So you didn't like it?!"
The victim was Irene; she was being wrongly accused. However, once she spit it out, she felt it really was so. Even when Irene struggled with the repeated orgasms, Lisa got between her legs, spread them wide open, and dug in deep into her, always pushing her to the limit.
Lisa was the one who drank all the water that came out; it was her who stabbed Irene with her fingers and sucked on. When Irene thought about it now, pretending to be naive and pretending not to know anything was just awful.
"I thought I was going to die. It felt like it was going to explode because I could only suck it and couldn't put it in. Later, I would finish myself off while washing, but you didn't know, right? You really have no clue. Thanks to you, I was the only one who suffered."
"Haaaa!"
It was even more ridiculous to see Lisa crying when she had an unperturbed brazen look. Now Irene opened her eyes wide and glared at Lisa. She couldn't lose here.
"I sucked you off too! In the end, I had put a lot of stuff in. Look! I feel like my bottom is wide open because of you."
"What do you mean it's wide open? It still hurts as if I'm about to break every time I put it in. Every time I'm nervous because you squeeze on me like you're biting it. After that, for a day or two, I'll be in pain."
Wow. What was an outright lie! Irene groaned and burst into a fit of anger.
"Then why do you hit it like that? Who can't stand it for half a day and rushes in? We've never had a break for more than two days in the first place."
"Who's secretly begging for more? Please wash it. Please touch me. Hug me. Suck it. I am always holding back. How can I stand it when you're begging me and spilling so much?"
"Wait? Holding back? You? You're always erect. You're always rubbing and touching me whenever you have a chance! How can I not get wet? I'm going to die of throbbing pain from doing this all the time with your constant galloping. Every time I do it, it seems to tear a little bit."
"Don't you know how careful I am? Even when you are clamoring and begging me to hit it, I make sure you're loose and wet, so I don't hurt you. Here, let's take a look."
'Let's see, if you know how to step back?'
Irene kicked the sheet wrapped around her body and lifted her leg. Although her posture clearly showed her lower half as she looked down on it, rather than being ashamed, gaining sympathy and winning this argument took precedence.
"Now! There- look!"
"Uh? Wait a moment. I can't see well, so hold on."
When Lisa suddenly lowered her voice, her forehead creased. Irene's eyes tried to find a place to focus on as she gently hugged her knees as she was told in this unusual atmosphere.
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Master, May I Suck It Up? (Lisrene)
Romance"This is poison?" Lisa asked, looking down at her blatantly exposed form. Her pu*sy was already drenched with anticipation. Even the cool air passing by her bare skin felt provocative. Irene nodded and slowly pulled her knees up. "Lisa. Then, suck i...