Try Begging

Episode 220

The man watched the nipples standing stiffly on their own without any hands, resting his chin on them, and laughed. He was so relaxed, but the thought suddenly occurred to him that he was naked and panting like before, and he came to his senses as if he had been splashed with cold water. That was when Grace pushed him away and got up.

"Ahh... ."

As if waiting for the nipple that the man had thrust in front of me, he bit it hard. Soon, his mind became hazy again. Every time his tongue licked and tickled the flesh that was sucked deep into his wet and hot mouth, Grace's arm that had been supporting her body collapsed little by little, and eventually, before she knew it, she was laid down on the bed again and buried under the man.

The moment his lips parted, making a messy sound as he sucked flesh, she came to her senses a little. The man took a deep breath between his wet lips and lowered his head. Grace's heart sank as she realized that he was going to suck her chest again without giving her a chance to catch her breath.

But he just put his ear to where Grace's heart was beating. I felt embarrassed because I could feel my heartbeat echoing in the man's ear.

"Are you excited? Me too."

Grace was dissatisfied with the fact that the man was already smiling in satisfaction. The caressing was so slow that it was painful, but rather than putting out the burning fire, it only made it worse. It was a time when the nerves in her whole body were on edge and even her heart was about to become sharp.

"Ah, hauk!"

"Why are you leaving already? You haven't even done anything yet."

To her dismay, it was true, so Grace couldn't say anything. Up until now, she had only touched him gently, almost ticklishly. But the moment her hand reached down, it went away as if a trigger had been pulled.

"Ah, ahhh... ."

Every time the strong knuckles brushed against my heated body like a feather, it felt like the blades clashed and sparks flew. I felt like a fish on a chopping board, trembling and getting excited even at that weak touch.

Grace wanted to tell him not to touch her, but she kept her mouth shut. If she showed her weakness, unable to withstand even the slightest touch, it would surely stimulate the man's desire to conquer.

You can't lose a fight the moment you start it.

From his breath, his touch, even the hem of his clothes, whenever anything on his body brushed against mine, he quietly suppressed the excitement that arose, and his head gradually lowered.

"Huh!"

Of course, all of that effort was in vain the moment the man lifted Grace's thighs up and spread them apart, burying his face between them.

"Ah, uh... ."

The soft tongue licked her vagina for a long time. Grace twisted her body along with the slick tongue strokes, thinking with a hazy mind that it was hard for her then and now to understand why a man with such obsessive-compulsive disorder would put his mouth between her legs soaked with her love juice.

The man who had been delicately sucking her vagina as if he was kissing her and had come up to her clitoris suddenly chuckled. Grace didn't even have time to think about why he was laughing when his hot breath brushed against her protrusion that was still trembling due to the aftershocks of her climax.

It was when his lips began to touch her smooth flesh, unlike in the morning, that she realized why the man was laughing. It was at that moment that Grace, remembering her shameful mistake that time, crossed her legs and pushed his shoulder with her foot.