## Chapter 142 – Jane. Massage (2)
Number 25 carefully placed his trembling hand on Jane’s butt.
The soft flesh felt like it was swallowing his fingers, and Number 25 began to indulge in Jane’s body under the guise of a massage.
Her butt, maintaining its elasticity and softly yielding with each press of his fingers, possessed an extreme quality unlike any he had encountered before.
He knew it was rude to make such comparisons, but when it came to the lower body alone, she overwhelmed even Aser, Charlotte, and Rose.
Number 25 rubbed between her pelvis and butt with oiled hands, savoring the sensation.
A trembling voice emerged with difficulty from Jane, buried in the sheets.
“J-Just a moment… Is it normally like this?”
“Of course.”
Regardless of the lust he felt, Number 25 believed that the massage he was giving was proper.
That’s how he had been taught. Number 25 was desperately trying to hold back. From morning to noon, Aser had already stimulated his dick to the point of arousal.
It meant that his lust was boiling to the point where it wouldn’t be strange to thrust into Jane’s pussy to his heart’s content.
His sense of sexuality was already different from that of ordinary people. Jane, unaware of this fact, could only passively accept Number 25’s touch.
Moreover, Number 25’s skills, honed from dealing with numerous women, were in a realm that Jane, who had never given her body to a man, couldn’t withstand.
With the slightest movement of Number 25’s hand, Jane became a pitiful figure, twitching and convulsing.
He kneaded her butt, soft like rice cake, and each slight parting revealed a glimpse of pink wrinkles. Each time, Number 25’s massive cock became uncontrollably erect, but he maintained his reason as much as possible.
Otherwise, Jane would have become another female like the others, covered in his cum and seeking only Number 25’s cock.
Number 25, who had been kneading her butt, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Jane.
“Would it be okay to do the front now?”
“U-Uh…”
Jane, who slowly raised her body and lay on her back, looking at the ceiling, was a mess.
Her face was flushed red, her nipples were stiffly erect, and her pussy was dripping wet with saliva. Moreover, there was a strangely sweet smell.
Unless you had seen the situation from the beginning, you would mistake her for having had sex somewhere, she was so disheveled.
Number 25 was also starting to feel strange.
From the moment she turned over, a dreamy, hazy feeling enveloped his body as if he were dreaming.
All his senses became heightened, and his breathing became rough.
This had never happened when he was with anyone else.
Unable to overcome the subtle sensation of not being able to control his own senses and emotions, Number 25 gently caressed Jane’s abdomen.
Each time he spread the oil widely in a circular motion, a suggestive moan flowed from Jane’s lips.
“Ugh, hee…”
Number 25 playfully asked, as if enjoying the reaction.
“Are you ticklish?”
He knew that the sensation she was feeling was not something that could be dismissed as mere ticklishness.
Each time Number 25 touched her abdomen and moved it slightly up or down, Jane’s back arched upwards, and a more intense moan than before flowed from her lips.
When Number 25’s touch stopped, Jane caught her breath and looked alternately at her body and Number 25’s hand.
Jane, feeling a sensation she had never felt before, trembled, taking short breaths as if in disbelief.
Moreover, there was one difference from when he was sitting on her thighs or calves and rubbing her back.
They were looking into each other’s eyes, and at the same time, they could understand what each other wanted.
That’s what exchanging glances is. A means of connecting without saying a single word.
Number 25, sitting on Jane’s pussy mound, looked at her gaze and gradually moved his eyes downward.
Jane’s open pussy was constantly moving its lips as if wanting something.
Number 25, his face already flushed, asked in a tone that sounded hurried if you listened closely.
“It’s my turn to do it here now… Would that be okay?”
Jane didn’t readily answer Number 25’s question.
She also knew.
If she allowed even her most intimate area, her most feminine part, what would happen after that?
Even just touching her back, butt, or breasts elicits this kind of reaction.
She knew better than anyone that if Number 25’s fingers or cock started stirring her sensitive pussy, she wouldn’t be able to maintain her reason.
But she couldn’t refuse.
Jane avoided Number 25’s eyes and simply nodded her flushed face slightly.
As soon as permission was granted, Number 25 began to rub Jane’s pussy with his fingers.
Her pussy, already glistening with sticky fluids, smoothly accepted Number 25’s fingers each time they touched.
Number 25 touched Jane’s pink pussy as if he were a child playing with a toy, then carefully inserted his index and middle fingers inside.
Although it was her first time, her pussy, already prepared, accepted Number 25’s two fingers without any problems, and the vaginal walls began to cling as if they didn’t want to let go.
Jane, whose only experience with self-pleasure was rubbing against the corner of a desk, was quite taken aback when someone else’s fingers entered her for the first time.
When he slightly raised his fingers and stimulated the area near the entrance of her pussy, Jane’s back arched, and her tongue came out of her mouth.
Between her parted lips, along with saliva, came vulgar moans that she had never heard before.
“Hah… Haa… Ooh…!”
Number 25 began to feel a strange sense of conquest as he watched Jane, who had only teased and manipulated him until now, moan and twitch her back at the touch of his finger.
Jane didn’t stop arching her back.
At some point, Jane began to move her back on her own, seeking him out, rather than Number 25 moving his fingers.
There was no way she could stop the pleasure she was feeling for the first time.
Soon, Jane’s back arched, and her pussy twitched, spewing fluids.
The sensation of her first orgasm was so ecstatic that it was beyond words.
The bed, covered in fluids, began to be stained with a lewd smell, and Jane blankly stared at the scene.
But Number 25 didn’t even give her time to soak in the feeling. After pulling out his fingers, Number 25 brought his face to her pussy, which had just come.
Each time Number 25’s rough breath touched her, Jane smiled slightly as if ticklish, showing a more relaxed attitude than before.
“W-Wait… That’s a little ticklish.”
Now, both of them knew that this act was not a massage.
It was simply an act of a man and a woman exploring each other’s bodies, nothing more and nothing less.
Number 25 brought his mouth to her pussy and carefully began to lick it with his tongue.
Each time his smooth tongue swept across and licked her pussy, Jane closed her lips tightly again, feeling a different sensation than before, and began to focus on the current sensation.
What would happen if he went deeper, even deeper than now?
Jane, who had slightly raised her upper body, pressed down on Number 25’s head, and the breath and tongue of Number 25, who was in close contact with her pussy, were felt even more vividly.
“Haa… Ah, that… feels good…”
Number 25 also felt good at Jane’s satisfied appearance.
He didn’t like sex where only he enjoyed it. Only when the other person can feel it can it be called sex. Otherwise, it was just rape, an experience he never wanted to go through again.
When he took his face away from her pussy, a thin thread sparkled and connected her pussy and lips.
Number 25, who swallowed hard, was already taking off his clothes without being told to.
Jane just watched him take off his clothes. She could no longer be satisfied with just his tongue or hands.
The cock that she had seen so many times while drawing felt heinous today.
That huge cock is going to come inside me now? Just imagining it made her uterus twitch, and her pussy never stopped producing fluids.
Moreover, there was one thing that Number 25 had realized while living his life.
If you pull out your cock, you have to fuck.
Number 25, seeing Jane’s eyes looking at his cock after swallowing hard, hugged Jane as if he were being sucked in.
Her silver eyes, sparkling like the stars in the night sky, felt more alluring than ever today. When he lightly bit the area around Jane’s neck, a suggestive moan flowed reflexively.
Number 25’s lips gradually went up to her neck, earlobe, cheek, and finally reached her lips.
Even in the meantime, Number 25’s erect cock was pressing down on Jane’s pussy.
It was the limit now.
He already knew how good it felt to kiss each other while fucking.
Number 25 looked at Jane’s eyes one last time, and when she nodded and gave her permission, he tried to insert it right away without hesitation.
Yes, if it weren’t for the sound he heard from outside.
“Hey… Are you okay?”
It was Aser’s voice, filled with a worried tone.
