TB

CHAPTER 95

“Huht…”

His tongue dug into her navel. Every time the skinny lump of flesh sipped the alcohol, a tickling sensation rose up and goosebumps rose. His lips, which had sucked every last drop, slowly moved downward.

As he reached the gentle hill between her legs, the man raised his head and asked.

“May I help you, Miss Riddle?”

He even went so far as to remove the hand he had placed there himself. The moment she tilted her head, not knowing what he meant, his lips cut through her flesh and held the cl*toris.

“Aht! No!”

Lunatic.

Pervert.

Yes, he couldn’t say that he was helping her with pure intentions.

As his lips parted slightly and pulled back the thin flesh that covered the cl*toris, the most sensitive sensory point was revealed, and the tongue licked it up.

“Ah-huk, don’t, help me, in this way… ha-ugh!”

Even though Grace struggled to push the golden hair that was tucked tightly between her thighs, her hands kept getting weaker.

“Stay still.”

The deep voice pierced the cl*toris. He grabbed the inside of her quivering thighs and even spread her folds with his thumbs.

He was a man who had never caressed her secret part with his mouth. She wondered if he had selective mysophobia because he touched every corner of her body, but just not between her legs, so she was relieved. Still, why was he doing this today?

He looked fine on the outside, but he must have been quite drunk.

“Ha-uht, please… It’s, it’s weird…”

It was incomparable with his hands.

She was so sensitive that even when she touched her folds and his tongue stuck closely, she felt it more. It seemed that she could feel the texture of the soft tongue vividly. The taste buds, as thin and smooth as velvet wool, covered the bump, making her breath choke.

The tip of his toe, which had been drooping under the table, spontaneously rose upward and curled up. While the sound of the wet skin rubbing became more and more obvious, Grace’s ears began to hear nothing.

“Ha-ugh… hu-huhk—”

The slimy flesh rolled mercilessly on the cl*toris.

The moment when the pleasure that had piled up under the trembling flesh finally surged to the top of her head, Grace burst into tears and felt the climax. When the man grabbed her waist with both hands, she fell backward, unable to control herself.

Tap.

A piece of candy fell onto the table.

Tap. Roll.

And another one. As the candies rolled down the table, it hit each other like billiard balls.

“You have to spit it in my mouth.”

The man wrinkled his brow and stood up. His tongue, which had been playing between her legs, licked the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Darling, you like it that much? I should have done it often.”

The moment the man put his lips to her ear and whispered, the tips of Grace’s ears turned red.

“Don’t, don’t do it. Never do it.”

He sighed and laughed and got up. The man ran one hand through her disheveled hair and picked up the candy box lying next to the bottle.

“That’s okay, because there is a lot of candy.”