Instead of getting angry, she smiled and slowly teased it with her tongue.
Her movents revealed her experience, each seconds making it feel as though it were lting under the heat and wetness that trailed from her cheeks.
"F*ck. This is the best feeling ever! "
Too bad, I got carried away, and she started chocking from my load.
"Sorry, that was actually my first," I murmured, a little bit embarrassed by my performance.
To my surprise though, my most important treasure showed no sign of getting soft.
Who would have thought this vegetable body possessed such a good innate skill?
It felt just like one of those questionable manga I’ve read, where the protagonist has godlike stamina, able to last more than ten rounds.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat. "But I promise, the next one will last much longer."
It probably didn’t sound convincing given what just happened—but who cares?
As those over the top motivational speakers always say: let your results do the talking.
She looked at while wiping her mouth, cleaning the excess sticky stuff from her chin. There was even so in her nose.
So might think she looks ssy or unclean, but to , it only made her even more enticing, like a cake with extra icing on top.
In this case, the icing was vanilla-flavored, rich with milk.
After cleaning up, she opened her mouth wide. I could still see a trace of residue as she tried to take it all in, managing only about three-quarters.
But she didn’t let that stop her—gripping the remaining base firmly with both hands, she continued.
Watching her in that position reminded of how ranchers milk their cows and then drink the extract straight from the source.
"Yeah... that’s perfect. You look so pretty like that. Your boyfriend is one lucky guy."
She looked awkward bringing her partner into the conversation, but on the contrary, it made even more excited—watching soone else’s lover do this to was weirdly stimulating.
Her face was starting to look strained, her jaw aching from the constant movents.
Sadly for her, I couldn’t even support her like a gentleman by holding the back of her hair. What a letdown.
"T...That’s it. Keep going. Use your tongue more."
Little by little, I closed my eyes to heighten the sensation.
The hospital room faded away; the antiseptic sll, the beeping monitors, the harsh fluorescent lights—all of it receded as pleasure consud .
"Arghh." I groaned hard as she took deeper, her throat constricting from fatigued.
The door handle rattled.
"Don’t stop no matter what!"
Luckily, it stayed closed, as whoever was outside seed to change their mind and move on.
"You’re doing great, Claire. Don’t worry, I’m close."
She was taking in the complint, and I could tell she wanted to notice her more—especially with how she picked up the pace
Finally, I reached my limit, and poured everything in one go.
She gulped ,her throat moving nonstop, eyes watering as she fought to keep up with the overflow.
Only when I gave the command did she finally pull back.
She worked diligently, scraping the slimy white stuff off her face and neck.
Before I knew it, my mind wandered to far bolder things.
"Swallow it."
Gently, she scooped up the slick, milky substance with her fingers, bringing it to her lips. She drank it slowly, savoring it like a sweet, lting slushy.
"Open your mouth... and let it stay."
She obeyed, parting her lips. I watched as her saliva mingled with the viscous fluid, forming soft, glistening bubbles on her tongue.
It was so erotic, my face broke into a grin faster than my brain could remind to play it cool.
Her throat flexed as she gulped it all down.
"Now wrap those dirty lips around again."
She gave one slow lick from bottom to tip. Then, without breaking eye contact, she parted her lips and devour my manhood.
This ti, her technique was even better... deeper.
"Where’d you learn that, huh? You’re way too good at this."
"My... boyfriend," she mumbled between breaths.
"Oh, the boyfriend you claim to love so much? I bet he’d be thrilled to know you’re practicing your skills on soone else," I teased.
She looked a bit sad, which only made it more enjoyable for .
Who would’ve thought his girlfriend would get NTR’d by a guy who couldn’t even move an inch? Usually, it was the other way around.
I’ll admit, I felt a little guilty for the guy, but in the end, I was just being a man.
That’s right. Most people would deny it, but let’s be honest, n are often drawn to girls who were already taken.
Won feel it too. It’s called mate choice copying: when soone sees a person with a partner, they subconsciously assu that person has already been proven desirable.
In my case it was simpler: just the delicious idea of taking what belonged to soone else.
"T...That’s it. Keep going. Use your tongue more."
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Cheeks puffed out, nose running, eyes wet with tears.
The only thing I disliked about my situation was that I couldn’t grab her hair to control the pacing.
Aside from that, it was perfect.
Little by little, I closed my eyes to heighten the sensation.
The hospital room faded away; the antiseptic sll, the beeping monitors, the harsh fluorescent lights—all of it receded as pleasure consud .
Once again, I pumped another load in her mouth.
On the surface she looked composed, but her eyes showed sign of exhaustion.
"Go clean yourself up in the bathroom first, then get back to your shift."
"Okay," she answered with a half smile.
Watching her leave only deepened my desire, but I forced myself to exercise more self control.
As much as I wanted her, I couldn’t risk drawing suspicion that might cost her the job, especially since she was one of the few people I could truly trust in this place.
Alright, ti to get so rest so I can unblock my ridians later and move freely.
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