Chapter 40 – Unhealthy Esthetic_Erotic Massage (1)
Unhealthy esthetic_erotic massage (1)
His whole body is as sharp as a sharpened blade.
Skin that has become extremely sensitive, as if it won’t miss even the slightest vibration, and even each nerve cell is as vivid as if it had awakened to the fullest.
The surrounding scenery, the sweet scent that creeps in through the mask, and even the sound of the hem of the dress that spreads quietly, are clear enough to be grasped with one hand.
However, contrary to the fully concentrated five senses, my consciousness seemed to wander even more into a dream.
I’m awake, but I feel like I can’t wake up.
It seemed to float in line with more distinct five senses.
The feeling of looking down on yourself from above.
It was as if he was out-of-body.
See yourself objectively.
The feeling of looking at someone else even though it is your own body.
It was seen, felt, and touched, but it didn’t seem like it was one’s own business.
I only looked at it indirectly, as if I had become an observer off stage.
The five senses, which are well-honed, let you recognize what happened to you even if you can’t see it with your eyes.
Above the navel, above the tantalizing skin, pink starch syrup stretches and sticks.
The soft gel drips onto your body.
The gel glides on thickly, even though she is clearly wearing clothes, it looks as if the sticky gel is directly pressed against her bare skin.
It crawls on its stomach like a snail crawling.
The five senses, which have become extremely sensitive, engrave the touch of the slip on the skin one by one.
As if it were someone else’s business, the rising consciousness just looks at the process.
“The clothes Ha-eun is wearing right now are not just vulgar clothes that show through, but they are specially made clothes.”
It seemed that Cynthia, who was riding on top of me, was saying something to her camera.
I can only hear Cynthia’s voice, but she doesn’t understand what she’s saying.
I can hear her, but I don’t understand what she means.
Words are recognized only in the form of morphemes.
It was just a stimulus in the form of a sound, and that was the only way it was detected.
“Because it is made of a special fiber with very good hygroscopicity, it not only absorbs the drug well, but also preserves the medicinal effect without spilling, so it has the function of effectively delivering the efficacy of the drug to the body in contact with the clothes.”
Pleasant, soft voice, the sound echoes as if it is stuck in the ear.
A palm that slides over my body like a snake with a sound. White fish-like fingers caress delicate nerves all over the skin.
Feeling good even in a hazy state of consciousness.
Wet hands move every nook and cranny of the clothes.
The skilled professional’s delicate hand movements slide over my stomach.
“So, like this, when liquid seeps in from the outside… “
Touching, touching, tickling as if playing,
Light Patting…
A delicate stimulus bothers me. A tingling pleasure that seems to be reached.
With her soft voice brushing by my ear, her touch stimulates my sensitive skin.
Repetitive delicate stimuli are mixed with soft voices heard over and over again.
Before long, the mixed sound wraps around my body like the touch of a textured sieve.
At least that’s how it seemed to me.
“In this way, when the moisture is completely absorbed, the fabric completely sticks to the skin.
Can you see? Doesn’t Ha-eun’s skin look transparent as if she were naked?”
I couldn’t recognize the sound I kept hearing, what she was saying, but her voice softly ringing in my ear reproduced her touch on my body.
Hands that reflux.
I lightly run over with just a sound.
My body trembled to the sound of her voice, my own.
The slightly flushed red skin looked bewitching.
Lightly twitching back,
Like poison that builds up little by little, the soft pleasure builds up in the unconscious.
“Smooth and elastic skin, very soft and pleasant to the touch. What kind of voice will I cry out if the medicinal effect wears off like this? … I am really looking forward to it.”
Sound of laughter,
The high-octave laughter crawls across the skin.
The soft hand stimulation, which was about a light touch, goes a little deeper
With both hands fully covered with pink massage gel, face your hands.
Cynthia moves her delicate fingers over her full stomach, the skin already soggy with lotion.
Sumseomoksu, thin and soft hands sweep the stomach. The wet clothes and the sticky hem cling to her bare skin.
The hand that goes up along her navel tickles the oblique muscle, and then the rectus abdominis muscle, the hand that gradually rides up.
Above the more sensitive skin, a hidden and forbidden area that is not normally seen by others. Hands go upwards.
The slippery lotion rubs off your clothes and drips onto your skin.
Cynthia’s cool hands move slowly over the sticky texture of the fabric.
Like caressing the genitals, like the kiss of lovers who love each other,
Quiet, very leisurely touch,
Her hands flowed as if tickled.
It flows slowly and very earnestly, as if a gentle touch is being carved all over the body.
The hand, which advances as if crawling, slowly, eventually reaches her chest.
70D, breasts large enough to fit in one hand, Cynthia-san’s hand digging under the beautiful hill.
Baggy clothes absorb moisture and stick to them.
A breast that is pressed together and emphasizes its shape.
The obscenely shaped water droplets clearly create that appearance.
Even to me, who seemed to be just watching from a distance, it looked so lewd.
Round, swollen breasts.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen beautiful breasts, wow, such neatly shaped breasts. It’s a lumpy texture that makes you feel like you’ll fall in love with it.”
Admiring it, I continued to massage my chest while making a sound.
My heart is being kneaded according to her touch,
It seemed like a toy.
Beautiful round breasts in just the right shape, traced lotion dripping down on them.
The lotion dripping down wetly and the clothes soaked with moisture cling tightly to the breast under the skin.
It seemed to show my own nakedness more clearly than the blatantly revealed shape of my breasts, or perhaps even my nakedness.
The overflowing lotion drips down, drawing an obscene skein of thread. The water droplets overflowing onto the floor like pink strings, that tenacity looked erotic.
Cynthia’s hand moves under the lotion and gel that drip down in water droplets.
Her hands go around her breasts as if shaping them, but she exquisitely avoids parts that make her feel very happy.
I’m anxious
I could tell even in a hazy state.
A dissatisfied body, a body forcibly set on fire expresses its dissatisfaction.
Pity, the motionless body still trembles at the part she touches, seeking pleasure.
There is a little bit of heat between the blank eyes.
A little more, very lightly, right next to that touch, a body that wants you to press it a little bit deeper,
But no matter how you notice it, the pitiful touch that exquisitely avoids only that part makes you more and more anxious.
The body that cannot move just fades endlessly.
It was clear from a distance that her own body was throbbing with excitement.
Knowing or not knowing, the naughty hand moved, it just continued to tease.
Grumpy look,
I think you are definitely enjoying it.
A hand that goes deeper,
A touch comes under the hidden skin buried under the mound, a more sensitive part than the skin.
A sticky gel is applied between the damp flesh.
A hand that slides as if scratching an itch,
It was worth all the agony until now, and with just that amount of touch, you get soaked in pleasure.
Her hands move under the breasts beneath the furrows that are usually hard to touch.
Slight cramping,
He could see that his lower part was getting a little wet.
It’s a really honest body.
It’s my body, but I really thought it was.
Delicately and tenaciously, the hand caressing the top of the chest, and the wet, wet hand grabs the chest with a snap.
A chest full of hands. My chest shrinks in line with the shape of my hand.
The shape of her breasts transforms to match her movements.
As if it were a strange toy, it teased the chest here and there.
A hand that circulates around the chest as if sliding, makes the chest swell like a piece of bread grasped.
The tip that was caught before long, that distinct protrusion.
My nerves are focused just by being caught.
A very small, sharp bump of pink color, her fingers grasping the nipple.
Light twist.
However, intense pain and pleasure that cannot be thought of as a light twist.
In that passing, for an instant, as if looking at it from a distance, the self that had been there seemed to settle into that body for an instant.
Intense pleasure engraved.
As if he could not bear this, he reflexively screamed even in his unconscious state.
“♡♡♡♡!”
Unspoken scream.
Cries.
Cynthia smiles as if she’s seen some fun toy and presses her fingers into her nipples some more.
Press, poke, spin,
As if it could be a switch, the body trembled.
The amplified senses are overpowered by just that.
Before long, the lightly bouncing nipples.
Along with the intense sense of pain, a flood of pleasure came over me.
A stimulus that is deeply engraved in her brain shakes her head.
Twisting waist, bouncing like a bow.
A scream, and an intense climax.
It swells with a pop and spurt sound.
A body that flutters like a fish scooped up on land.
As if it was just engraved in her instincts, she couldn’t control her body and struggled.
Even so, they are ridiculed to their heart’s content and cannot even resist.
The unknown pleasures continue to be engraved,
As if she had thoroughly enjoyed the flushed skin and her breasts, her hands went up to the nape of her neck.
As if complimenting a pet, run your hand over her neck. Petting like puppy treats.
They were treated humiliatingly, treated like cattle.
That hand that gently sweeps.
It was her own body staring blankly down at her, but it looked good.
Before long, a hand went up to my mask.
What you want to do,
She brings her lips to my ear and whispers.
“… How is it? Did you feel good?”
Her voice whispering in my dreams, even her breath are imprinted in my mind.
The sense of regurgitation, lightly heated only by her voice.
Her hand touches her mask.
Replaceable mask.
The strong peppermint smell disappears. Maybe he thought he didn’t need it anymore, his consciousness rises to the surface little by little at the scent disappearing.
However, the scent that still remained was preventing me from awakening completely.
Spray in front of eyes.
It was unconscious, but the sweet purple perfume of that time reminded me of it and gave me chills.
Chi-Ik ㅡ
Spray sprayed
Fortunately, it’s a colorless, odorless spray that doesn’t have the sweet scent I thought it would.
“It is a light deodorant. This will get you out of the trance in no time.”
Was it as she said?
I feel like my mind is getting a little better.
The feeling of waking up from a deep sleep, even though I had the sensations from before, I thought it was like a dream.
It’s still hazy, but it’s a feeling that gradually wakes up.
The fact that had been teased a while ago was like a scene from a dream.
Could it have been just a dream?
However, her obscenely heated body and swollen breasts show that her appearance so far is not a dream.
Focal point.
In front of me, I see Cynthia’s beautiful face.
A voice in my ears again.
Whisper,
“… How is it? Did you feel good?”
A soft tone that trembles thinly, and a sweet voice resonates in my ears.
Recalled feeling,
Just hearing Cynthia’s voice overflows with the pleasure she planted in my body.
Zenith.
I groaned spontaneously at the pleasure in an unexpected direction.
“Ahhh… ♡”
Maybe it was because I had already messed with it quite a bit, so I reached it with just a light whisper.
The lower body that had been slowly loosened, shed lightly.
Just by hearing her voice, I felt as if my whole body was being caressed.
Fear, fear.
Her voice is scary
What will happen to my body…
She is smiling like a fairy tale witch.
A beautiful, scary witch in the form of a goddess…
She whispers in my ear some more.
“Whoops… Alright then, let’s move on to the next♡”
Her caress, which is reproduced in the body once again, her hands, obviously, are not doing anything, but these touches that make her whole body slide are hers.
A sense of refusal to understand.
The whole body is teased with just the sound.
Cynthia licking her lips, like the pupils of a predator.
The prey must be me…
With a gurgling sound
Her clothes fall under my body.
A nightgown that slides down like a skin, revealing a beautiful naked body.
As if to cover it up, it’s just a micro bikini that matches the assortment,
Her transparent naked body is revealed.
A slender body like a moving statue,
Indeed, the appearance of the naked body reflected under the clothes was different.
Her body, which draws a curved and beautiful arc, has a beautiful physical beauty that comes out where it is exposed and where it comes out.
Ivory-colored skin with paleness, distinctly different from the fair skin of Asians. Clear skin that exudes admiration just by looking at it.
It was a model-like body shape, no, it was a body so beautiful that it made me think more like a goddess than a model.
Her eyes, wet and transparent,
Exposing her clear skin, she approaches me.
A distance where you can hear your breath, where you can touch your skin.
Graceful demeanor.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Her bare skin brushes over her clothes.
It was already soaked and the boundary between bare skin and clothes was already ambiguous, but even that thin fabric, even the touch of one piece, was regrettable.
The scent of a body as sweet as a forest,
My heart beats at the touch of her skin through a piece of cloth.
