Chapter 42 – Unhealthy Esthetic_Erotic Massage (2)
Unhealthy esthetic_erotic massage (2)
The sound of light clothes falling.
Cynthia’s micro bikini comes off.
Her plump breasts and cute pink nipples are naked.
It was just that a very small piece of cloth, less than 5 cm in diameter, had disappeared, and that alone made her look even more lewd.
Gently undoing her bra, she then put her hands under her.
White, narrow area white thong. It is a cloth area that I wonder if it can be covered with that amount of cloth, but even so, I untie the string that was covering the place to be covered.
Wrapping around my thighs, a small triangular piece of cloth was pulled down.
A transparent yarn line that hangs down with a small parabola.
As if I wasn’t the only one who was excited about this situation, obscene solid lines hung down my legs.
A small piece of cloth fell on my stomach.
The heat from the body temperature felt from the clothes tells her excitement.
Sexual warmth. Excited about its small weight.
Her naked body, her clear pink flesh, arouses lust.
Like her cat crawling, she creeps up on me.
A light weight that suits her slender body, her moderately light body wraps around her.
As if enchanted by the small-sized fruit that is gently swaying, I stare at it without taking my eyes off it.
A slender hand gently reaches for me.
He pulled at the clothes as if tearing paper vertically.
Maybe it was the material that was easy to tear from the beginning, or maybe it was because it was softened by the liquid soaked in, so the clothes I was wearing were torn so naturally.
Exposed bare skin,
The overheated skin is exposed.
The outside air brushes against the heated bare skin, as if it was holding a lot of heat even though it was thin.
A little bit of liberation.
And the top that was completely exposed is embarrassing.
Cynthia staring at me clearly.
“As expected, fair skin. Haeun is really cute.”
Lightly draw a circle on the stomach with your finger.
A finger slides gently over the gel-soaked stomach.
A touch that was more naked than the touch that was touched on top of bare skin, bare skin, and clothes. Sensitive skin is reminded of just that.
Unable to hold back the tickling, he flinched lightly.
Smiling lightly at my appearance, Cynthia-san put her hand a little lower.
Skin underneath.
I knew very well what to do, but of course, without any resistance, her hand grabbed me.
Clothes that are torn just as easily.
Become naked in an instant.
Inside the tight clothes, the wet pussy is exposed nakedly.
A clean lower body without a single hair, and a naked pussy stand out.
Her pussy was full of blood, and she was spitting out white, sticky threads.
The cool air blows over the dry skin. A little bit of liberation. And shame.
Cynthia looks at my hairless cunt and smiles meaningfully.
What did it mean
I feel ashamed for nothing.
It was embarrassing to be exposed without hair.
Down, further down, Cynthia-san’s hand goes.
Women’s genitalia, her touch that traces over precious places.
Her thin, soft fingers run up my vagina.
Delicate stimulus.
The extremely congested pussy vomited out the white honey liquid in a cry with just that much stimulation.
Her hands were wet white.
She scooped up the flowing nectar with her fingers and turned her gaze to me.
Her fingers reflected.
A white, turbid liquid like candy was burning down her fingers.
A slight fishy smell, the scent of an obscene female that seduces men.
“Oh my gosh, getting wet like this… Now look at this. It is the liquid that overflowed from Haeun. Getting wet like this… I’m glad you look good.”
As if to show off the sticky bodily fluids clinging to me, she thrusts her wet fingers right in front of my eyes.
A white, turbid liquid that drips wet.
The love juice that overflowed from me…
I can’t take my eyes off the naked look.
Her own bodily fluids dripping down my face overflowing with her.
Permeates the mask
Fishy
I blankly look at her fingers.
I wonder if my appearance made her even more excited, so she kissed me.
A really light kiss this time.
Very briefly, they meet mouth to mouth and fall off.
I just thought it was a pity.
Right after, she feels ashamed of herself for thinking that way.
What is your awareness as a woman?
It wasn’t long before she thought she was ashamed of herself, but she was swept away by Cynthia’s atmosphere.
Complicated feelings.
Whether she knew my feelings or not, Cynthia was just making a natural expression.
After her light kiss, she is suddenly pushed towards her.
A body collapsing on the bed.
Eventually, I turned my body backwards.
Prone position. Her back is placed with her back facing her.
I could barely see her reflection through her back.
Ms. Cynthia was spilling her mysterious green liquid all over her own body. Sticky texture. She must have been something like lotion, something green running down her transparent skin.
The overflowing thick green solution rolls down as if it were violating her transparent skin.
The sight of her unidentifiable green liquid running down her breastbone looked risqué.
Obscene nudes that get patchy and wet.
“Shamrock absinthium, a type of herb that grows naturally in certain dungeons, is an oil used in combination with perfumed oil. It has a cosmetic effect, and when mixed thick enough to give off a clear grassy smell, it gives a very strong effect on the human body.”
The overflowing green liquid trickles down my skin little by little.
The liquid that ran down her skin.
The lukewarm temperature felt like her body temperature.
Indirect exchange of body temperature.
The liquid warming her skin feels like her touch.
Slight grassy smell.
It was a refreshing scent of forest, different from the dizzying scent she had smelled so far.
It was a calming scent.
“Absantheum oil mixed with such a strong grass smell adheres to the skin and promotes exfoliation of epidermal cells, making the skin of the person on whom it is applied sensitive, as well as stimulating sensory cells and sensory nerves, leaving the target in a sensitive state. It is made of.”
Well, I don’t think it was a normal liquid after all…
How can there be nothing ordinary?
He was just lying on the bed, unable to move.
Cynthia excitedly explains the oil she is applying.
“… What does that mean!”
On the lying body, a small weight is added.
Light weight suitable for a slim body.
A small, soft skin rolls in.
Skin and skin slide against each other.
The contact between bare skin and bare skin.
It’s not just the touch of your hand.
A larger area, literally skin to skin,
Like a bath towel. She gently wrapped her body in oil, and she came hanging over my body as it is.
Full body massage.
With all her weight on her, she slides over my leg.
Flesh to flesh, her body heat is felt through the skin.
Intoxicated by the thick pheromone, her scent that can’t be felt.
Her warmth wraps around her soft bare skin.
Her body gliding delicately. Comes gently wrapped around her legs.
The weight that is slowly being put on. Her moderate weight comfortably presses against her body.
Her body burning lightly.
After gently wrapping the calf, slowly rise up.
The right thigh slides up and down playfully. Friction between flesh and flesh.
The smell of her hair seemed to waft through the grass.
Each other’s body temperature rises.
A gentle glowing heat.
The green oil glides under each other’s skin.
Soft lubricants,
Teasing like a caress
Her hand caresses her left leg. Delicate touch.
The ankles, the calves, the thighs, the hands that rise little by little.
I was lying on my stomach, so I couldn’t see her, I just sensed her touch.
Nerves that are more focused because they are invisible.
It was as if she could feel each of her fingers, even the texture of her fingerprints.
Her delicately tightened hands.
It was like a professional caressing, a pleasant caressing.
A more secretive, upward touch. Before long, he climbs onto her buttocks and gently caresses her groin.
Buttocks gently caressed.
It flows smoothly through round bends.
Her hand rubbing her buttocks, as if it could be caught. Explicit caressing.
But it misses the most important part.
Buttocks and groin,
I avoid places that are blatantly important.
Genital, local, private areas.
A place that is embarrassing to be touched by others. It moves while avoiding it exquisitely.
I’m anxious
I can’t seem to reach it
A mound, right next to it, a hand passing lightly.
“Ah… “
Unknowingly, a moan escapes from the sadness.
Ms. Cynthia smiled at me.
The hand becomes more blatant.
As if anxious, the movements move more deeply and directly, but they avoid the places they want the most.
Her body sliding over her back. Flesh to flesh contact.
I felt like I was getting burned by her body temperature.
The sound of her panting breath echoes in my ears.
Groin.
Body and body intersecting.
As soon as it heats up, the heated body wants intense stimulation.
But the grumpy Cynthia doesn’t touch her.
Exquisitely avoids
Right next to it, 1 cm, as if passing by, my fingers slip away.
She seemed to be able to touch her, and continued to tease her.
Nature, flowing moans.
“Ahhh… ♡”
Crying like a pain
The idea of a woman’s self-awareness or maternal instinct has long since flown away.
They simply give up on the pleasure given to them.
Guilty?
The pleasure was too intense to feel that way.
A resolution that melts with just a moment of physical contact,
In the beginning, my essence was not like that.
A female who only seeks pleasure.
That feeling from before was just a delusion.
Melting heart.
Just a hot body.
The belly is burning hot.
I’m sorry, child. Mom is just a female who can’t help it.
There was nothing sublime there.
Just one female who can’t help it.
Soaked in pleasure
A little guilty. However, such things were quickly washed away by the stimuli that followed.
Cynthia’s hand running down her spine.
Lightly current flows.
Continual caresses,
Just glowing,
But not liberated
Does not liberate
If it seems to be getting hot, your hands will gradually become softer.
It tickled the sensitive part, but there was no intense sting.
Half kill.
Pleasure that just never ends and just builds up.
Like a broken dam, it only fills up endlessly.
Full body caress,
Caress endlessly
The soft feather touch and stimulation are not released and continue to accumulate.
Boiling hair,
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
An unbearable, leaking moan.
In the end, it was I who surrendered first.
A crying, pleading voice.
“♡… Ha ha… Please, … A little more deeply,, touch it… Main… ♡ Please give me… ♡”
Surrender.
I can’t stand it and beg
I felt like I was going to go crazy with the unresolved pleasure.
The winner’s laugh.
Cynthia smiles pleasantly.
However, what was handed down was a cruel sentence, as if he would not be satisfied with this level of surrender.
Cruelly trampled.
“There? Where would that be? If you say so, I don’t know.”
More blatantly passing groin,
The touch that avoids exactly that place drives me crazy.
“… Whew… That… Hehe… “
Her hands entwine like snakes. I had already fallen into her hands a long time ago.
The last remaining pride.
I couldn’t possibly ask myself.
I just want her to know.
A back story that can’t be followed.
It was just mumbling without words.
Boiling body,
Unspoken words were just mumbling in my mouth.
“…♡…Happiness…♡”
Her hand brushing the hip bone,
Her hands, as if scraping at the groin, were more blatant.
A bad joke of a bad boy.
Growling laughter.
She must know, knowing yet she wants me.
An attitude of total surrender,
The way I let go of my pride, defeated by pleasure.
“Whoa.. Even if I mumble like that, can’t you hear me? Please speak loudly, loudly♡”
Wind blowing into your ears.
Suddenly she comes up and whispers in my ear.
Ultimatum.
An irresistible whisper.
As if telling me to give up, my stomach whines and rings.
Glowing skin.
Can’t win.
I felt that way.
“Look!, Look! Please touch that place more♡!!”
Desperation.
Shout out loud
Echoing dirty talk.
The plea of a defeated female.
Begging for mercy
Maybe now my face will be burning red beyond all else.
“Whoops… Good job.”
Her voice ringing in my ears.
A kind voice brushes gently.
Slippery hand.
Eventually, it will lead you to where you want it most.
Already my cunt was gooey with oil and bodily fluids dripping from me.
“Like this, getting wet… “
Barely touched.
“Oh ♥”
Been neglected for tens of minutes
Stimulates the barely touched genital area, and vomits up mucus just by touching it.
A gentle sweeping hand.
It feels good, but that alone makes me sad.
Gentle, gentle movements.
It touches the top of a small mound.
Pleasant stimulation, but something regrettable.
More, more intense.
The full excitement is not relieved to this extent.
I just don’t like the teasing anymore.
Flinch
Gentle movement. It moves cautiously as if anxious.
As if she knows how I feel, Cynthia smiles grimly.
It must be that you want more of my pleas.
A demand for complete obedience.
However, I couldn’t resist.
Completely obey her wishes.
Utter defeat.
“Huh… Wealth… Hamida please… Stronger!… I don’t want to tease anymore!!!”
Scream.
I was already out of my mind from the constant stimulation.
Seems to have been the correct answer. Cynthia smiles in satisfaction.
A finger that pauses.
Her pussy widens as if in pain at the stopped stimulation.
It is the appearance of a vulgar female.
Cynthia-san cautiously opened her pussy, which was still twitching.
Soft, revealing pink skin.
The cool outside air comes in between the intimate parts.
A thick liquid leaked out of her congested pussy as she wriggled.
Cynthia staring at me clearly.
You can feel the gaze from behind.
“Oh… Compared to his conduct, his inner flesh is too clean. This… Maybe, just? Ha-eun, were you a virgin by any chance?”
Embarrassing question.
Answer politely
What is this, what a shame. A crawling voice.
“… Yes”
“Oh my, oh my, how cute. This is a really unexpected situation. A pervert like this is still a virgin, Uhuhu… Then I’m Ha-eun’s first… Would it be okay if I take it?”
Sudden question,
In an embarrassing situation, I am at a loss for an answer for a moment.
However, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to take this opportunity to get rid of such a cumbersome girl.
To be honest, I was already so full of pleasure that I couldn’t think normally.
I just want you to quench this thirst.
It was just full of thoughts.
“… Please… I look forward to… “
The half-opened Cynthia.
“Such a beautiful lady’s maiden… It’s not bad, but it’s too much for me. It’s a pity, but I’ll promise the following. For Haeun… I think there will be better opportunities.”
I heard it, I don’t know what it means.
If so, why the hell did she ask?
It was good. I think anything would be good as long as it relieves this filled heat.
He trembled as if expressing dissatisfaction with the stopped hand.
Perhaps understanding my dissatisfaction, Cynthia-san apologizes.
“Oh, sorry. It’s been a long time since such a lewd virgin, she was soaked in sentiment for a while. As an apology, I will make it very violent. You can look forward to it.”
A voice an octave higher.
Cynthia-san also seems to be excited about something.
The moist feeling of a pussy.
A soft object slightly different from your finger. It’s a feeling I’ve been getting used to lately.
A lukewarm temperature, a smooth surface different from that of a finger, and the sensation of needles on the tongue.
Silently, her tongue burrowed into her cunt.
Between the closed gaps, Cynthia-san’s thin and soft tongue penetrates.
Inside the wet vagina, the first intruder to greet except for the fingers.
The touch of the tongue, which is different from the skin, feels like a creepy feeling.
The warm body temperature is directly touched.
Weird, subtle sensation.
Before long, the crooked tongue clings to the small round membrane.
Her breath flows warmly through her tongue and buttocks, which have been dug deeper than her fingers.
It was unfamiliar.
Tongue movements that twist and oscillate.
The tongue, which moves more delicately than a finger, delicately sweeps down Jill’s weakness.
Climax of the moment,
An irresistible flow comes.
Push-shot, and the bodily fluid that comes out goes to Cynthia-san.
A tongue that digs more tenaciously, not caring about it.
It touches the precious thin film.
The touch of the hymen that I did not know.
I tremble at the sensation of that creepy curtain.
As if caressing, the tongue slowly runs down the hymen.
A caress like tasting.
I twitch at the unknown touch that I feel for the first time in my life.
A sigh of relief.
Naturally, moaning squeaks and flows out.
“… ♥… ♥”
As if marking, as if savoring it slowly, the tongue draws a circle and licks the precious membrane with its tip.
He wails and howls like a little girl.
After a long marking, slowly, very slowly, the tongue came out.
At the unfamiliar touch, he trembles and trembles and climaxes.
The feeling of being touched inside the vagina.
It spasms and exhales tides.
A bedspread that gets wet.
It was heavily soiled with all sorts of medicines, sweat and bodily fluids.
Gasping
Zenith.
Blur in the middle of the day
But he didn’t give me time to be idly by.
Cynthia-san came closer to me, not giving me any room.
There was still a lot of night left.
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