I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 43

Chapter 43 – Unhealthy Esthetic_Erotic Massage (3)

Unhealthy esthetic_erotic massage(3)

The tantalizing stimuli that had been piled up so far come flooding in at once, as if bursting.

Unable to endure the unique experience of pushing the needle of the tongue up the vagina, a strange sensation experienced for the first time, it collapses.

The creepy moment when the precious curtain blocking the baby room is swept away by a strange stimulus.

It felt like being licked by a snake.

The feeling of being humiliated and ridiculed for something precious,

It was a disgusting, frighteningly creepy moment, but it felt so good to be invaded and made fun of by others, so I couldn’t stand it.

Antinomian feelings.

An incomprehensible masochistic pleasure.

Just slipping in

I couldn’t control my body in the rushing flow of pleasure and only convulsed.

Cynthia-san slides on top of my trembling body with a sigh of delight.

A body that slides and slides up.

The layering of light skin feels good.

It feels like going through each other’s affection.

Two sharp protrusions sliding and stimulating, her tiny nipples glaze over the skin.

At first glance, it was a small protrusion that didn’t seem too big, but the touch of the two tips together with the feel of the bouncy chest was very sweet.

The pink protrusion that brushes against it alone is worth it.

It’s just a light touch, but it gives a strange pleasure and satisfaction.

It comes up to your face.

Cynthia’s excited breathing.

The bond that is connected to the flesh that is felt between flesh and flesh.

Emotions rise just by listening to her excited breathing.

A voice whispering in your ear.

“This tongue is the tongue that has been inside Ha-eun. How was it, did you feel thrilled? Hehe, my ears are soft and soft. Really… I want to catch and eat it.”

The auricle is damp and covered with damp objects.

The feel of Cynthia-san’s tongue. Covered in a lot of saliva.

Come in through the earlobe, through the earhole. It climbs through a thin passage.

OMG, her tongue was getting her ears fucked.

Every corner of the body is marked.

Like a snake, the tongue rides up the ear canal as if licking it up.

The sound of Cynthia’s breathing echoing through her ear canal and the sound of her tongue crawling echoed in her eardrums.

The appearance of her tongue invading comes as a sound.

My voice was being violated.

The ridiculous experience of being violated not by touch but by hearing.

Her tongue slipped through the narrow hole like a serpent.

The tongue that used to violate my vagina now also violates my ears.

The overflowing sound, the entire process of being violated leaks out with the sound.

The wriggling movement of the tongue is perceived as sound. Recognized and committed

Deeper, deeper,

Then, somehow, I hit a small wall.

Drumhead.

With a loud noise, I feel the tip of my tongue touching my eardrum.

The eardrum gets wet.

Cynthia-san’s tongue tasted slippery.

As if claiming ownership, the eardrum is marked.

The intense sound, the sound of being licked through the eardrum echoes in the brain.

It really sounded like being raped.

The inside of the ear is covered with saliva.

The sound is mixed with water.

A completely different, even violent pleasure from digging one’s ears with an earpick.

In an unknown situation that the sound is being violated, he climaxes without knowing why.

Shortness of breath

He spurts out the tide once more, and collapses.

Then, as if satisfied, Cynthia-san’s tongue slipped out of my ear.

However, the sound of her saliva mixed with the sound of the wind, as if the foreign body still remained in the ear hole where her tongue had disappeared.

“I ate well.☆”

Innocent voice.

It still seemed that the ear holes were being fucked.

She was exhausted and didn’t even have the energy to respond.

Either way, Cynthia continues her story.

“A special gift for Haeun!, Don’t you think this room is a bit too boring? In such a small room, with only one bed, it was dark with curtains all around, so it wasn’t romantic at all. I think any love hotel would have been better decorated than this one. “

Hmm… Certainly, the room was a bit bleak.

A small room, one big bed filling the room. Other than that, there’s nothing particularly special about it, just a room full of curtains. In terms of design, it was an interior that was hard to give a very good score.

However, that’s why I thought it wasn’t so bad to do only lewd things like this.

Is there anything special?

I am puzzled by the story about the suddenly pointed out room.

“Actually, this room is quite special. This room was specially prepared for Ha-eun because she was filming a video.”

A mischievous voice, as if unveiling a secretly prepared present.

What would you have hidden

Suddenly, I saw Ha-eun holding something like a small string connected to the ceiling.

“T-Za-Zan★”

A rope that is daringly pulled.

Along with him, the green curtains that surrounded the room are rolled up.

That curtain wasn’t just a wall, it was something you could open. I thought it was just the interior.

A curtain that is lifted, a hidden place appears.

A clear, transparent plate.

Glass?

No, it was a mirror. Transparent mirrors surrounding it on all sides.

A large mirror reflected the room from all sides.

The naked bodies of two people who can be seen through. The flushed skin is seen through the mirror.

A large mirror reflected the slope without a place to hide.

Everywhere you looked, you could see bedspreads covered with all sorts of bodily fluids and unknown liquids, and naked, lewd and obscene figures.

One’s self reflected in the mirror.

Even the face looks detailed.

As if she was using an expensive mirror, it reflected her entire body in a very transparent way.

Recalling one’s own expression.

Even though I was wearing a mask, I saw myself making an obscene expression.

An objective view of oneself.

Recalling the tarnish from earlier, I scream in shame.

Ms. Cynthia smiled lightly, as if she was satisfied with my shameful appearance.

“Did you like it? Take a good look, you can see very well how pervert Ha-eun is.”

Cynthia-san stops me from trying to hide my face by burying my face in the bedspread, and I lift her head up and push her in front of the mirror so that I can see her face better.

Recalled expression. Eyes wet with lust.

There was a figure of an obscene female.

She shudders at her shame, as if she has revealed her true feelings.

Without forgiving me, Cynthia-san goes next.

The finely lifted waist, the legs are folded, and the pussy is exposed so that it gathers well.

Her own pussy looking through the mirror.

I think that her bloodshot body, still emitting translucent white thread, looked like a very lewd prostitute.

I can’t face her and stop me from trying to turn her head.

In order not to escape, her head is fixed.

I see Cynthia’s face approaching my vagina.

Her own lewd acts, viewed objectively by her,

Cynthia-san blows on her cunt.

Cool wind.

Even just that amount of stimulation made her pussy twitch and convulse.

Her own body like pervert,

Even with my own eyes, I can see her own pussy naked like a lewd prostitute.

The image of herself looking forward to what’s next for her, wide-eyed.

Even if I wanted to avoid it out of embarrassment, something prevented me from turning my head.

Local and private parts, embarrassing and precious places to show to others, were revealed through mirrors on all sides, wide open.

Cynthia’s gentle caressing hand.

Even in the midst of this shame, she had her own self, moaning excitedly at the touch.

Her own face looking through her mirror was terribly lewd.

The figure of a woman devoured by lust.

Even though she was wearing a mask to hide her mouth, she could tell that this woman was indulging in her pleasure.

She lightly spreads her crotch with two of her fingers. Inside the exposed vagina,

The dainty hymen and soft skin were very visible.

Obscene organ. She feels her shame and excitement at the situation she is looking at in her own perverted form.

A pussy that gets wet just by being seen and being seen.

Cynthia smiles mischievously at the sight of the white honey liquid that continues to flow.

I must have noticed what I’m excited about now.

She licks the flowing love juice and spins it.

Taste was shown.

Having her own bodily fluids licked by others was an embarrassing sight beyond her imagination.

Little bit, little bit,

The tongue licks around the pussy.

It was a strange feeling, different from the tongue entering the vaginal hole.

Wet tongue caresses my pussy.

Even if the tongue continues to wipe away the love juice, the overflowing love juice is still there.

Her own like pervert.

Reddened with shame and pleasure.

Cynthia-san’s face fell as if she had tasted a lot.

“Ah… ♡”

A moan that I shed without even realizing it.

Realized and ashamed.

Caught Nature,

Cynthia-san laughs and points her finger at my pussy as if she were naughty.

Unlike her caressing touch, her fingers penetrated in a straight line.

Thin, fine fingers carefully squeezed through the inner flesh.

Slight foreignness.

Unlike a soft tongue, a strong little stick carefully dug in.

Her fingers are seen through the mirror as they get stuck between the tiny vaginal orifices.

Mystery of the human body. He was swallowing her fingers like a mouthful.

The first word, the second word, little by little, are swallowed into the vaginal opening.

The love juice dripping down like saliva runs down her hands and overflows.

The feeling of a foreign body felt inside the body, it was moving in a winding way.

Her fingers squeeze and crawl in as if digging.

Instead of simply coming in in a straight line, bend the joint and scrape the vaginal wall with your fingers.

‘Yes!’

A different pleasure from what she was messing with herself.

Fine fingers gently scrape the wall of the anterior part of the vagina.

A peculiar stimulus, such as the tightening of the body, responds in the form of pleasure.

The feeling of being touched by a strange switch in the inner flesh, the vaginal wall contracted by the strange stimulation.

Fingers that are naturally tightened, and the vagina formed by tightening form the shape of the finger.

She felt like a flesh wall that was tightly closed.

The vagina opens like the shape of a finger.

Fingers continuously scraping the vaginal wall,

Repeat the contraction and relaxation of the vaginal wall rhythmically according to the movement of the fingers.

The bodies convulsing together, the hips swaying to the beat, were quite comical.

Pong

A cheerful sound and a finger that slipped out,

Along with some secretions, the steam rises white.

The lewd scene, the interior seemed to be heated to the fullest, and steam seemed to be visible from the breath.

Fingers again,

The index and middle fingers, two fingers, open the narrow hole and dig in.

An expanding sense of foreign body.

The unfamiliar sensation of expanding an unexplored place, pain, and the pleasure of stimulating the genital organs coexist.

I moan like sobbing at the unfamiliar sensation.

Fingers moving more actively than before.

He treats a woman’s precious place like a toy by scratching and rubbing the vaginal wall as if stopping.

Pleasure to rise.

Unlike when I was lightly fiddling with myself, I only tinker with things that make me feel good.

I don’t know how to find out, it seemed like I would reach a climax with pleasure just by moving my fingers back and forth.

Tseup, tseot, tseupㅡ

The spilled lubricating fluid clings to the joints and makes obscene and obscene sounds.

A sound that rises and falls rhythmically according to the movement of the fingers.

Tsk ㅡ tsubu ㅡ tsureup ㅡ

As if grabbing it up, her fingers ran back and forth freely in my vagina.

Sound getting faster,

Even my breathing becomes rough.

As if the heat rises accordingly, Cynthia’s breathing also becomes rough.

The obscene chorus of beasts fills the room with the sound of rough breathing.

The quickening of the hands, the two fingers roughly reciprocating inside the vagina.

The sound of a soaked debacle grows louder.

The frictional heat between the vagina and the fingers stimulates the erogenous zones.

Deeper, faster

His fingers vibrated wildly like an animal.

The accumulated pleasure quickly reaches a critical point.

Pleasure enough to be violent,

I am filled with pleasure at the rough driving of my fingers.

My vision is hot, and I feel like my head is going blank.

He groans like a howl.

“..Suck… Ehhhhh!!”

Unstoppable hand movement.

Before long, the body filled with pleasure vibrates.

Intense climax.

As if to vent the accumulated resentment, he violently spurts out the tide while lying face down.

Secretions that splatter vigorously.

The hair at its peak flashes pure white.

Intense orgasm.

It vomits with a scream.

My back convulsed and twisted from excessive pleasure.

As if grabbing, I wrap my fingers around her.

Fingers squeezed tight.

Refreshed with a burst of pleasure.

When the body is fully at its peak, the whole body relaxes with the lingering aftertaste.

The body collapses as if exhausted, and it slumps on the bed.

Ecstatic satisfaction. Suffocating and supplementing the lack of oxygen.

However, Cynthia-san’s fingers did not stop.

Right after the climax. In the midst of the extremely sensitive fattening, as if it hadn’t ended yet, as if peristaltic movement again, the fingers slowly began to move again.

The fingers starting to move back and forth cautiously, the body that has already gone as far as it goes, simply silently accepts the movement.

How do you know, the way your fingers move stimulates your nerves.

Between the nerves already saturated with the previous orgasm, stimulation continues to accumulate.

The stimulus that suddenly strikes and comes in between the loose ends,

When masturbating on her own, even when she has already stopped, Cynthia continues to use her hands.

I’ve already reached the peak, but the stimulation continues without stopping.

The hand movements that had been moving little by little quickly returned to their previous speed.

Never-ending pleasure,

The body, which has already reached its peak, cannot easily accept continued pleasure.

Stimulus like going crazy,

Hands moving vigorously.

I felt like I would die from too much pleasure.

“♡♡♡… Residential hut… ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Abandon the house!!”

Another climax right after the climax.

The body, which is already highly sensitive, adapts to the stimulation that started again and is accompanied by intense pleasure once more.

A doubling of pleasure beyond the permissible limit.

Unprocessed stimuli fill the head and puncture it.

Blurry sight.

It was a pleasure that seemed like it would become strange.

The collapsed body, one more time, exhaled as it is.

It is already mixed with unknown bodily fluids, whether it be urine or love juice, and spits out as if in agony.

A body convulsing to death.

He couldn’t even control his own body.

Climax of the second.

I’m so exhausted that I can’t even breathe. Pleasant, painful, deathly painful pleasure.

My head was dizzy.

I was so tired that I couldn’t even move my fingers.

A disintegrating body.

However, Cynthia did not forgive her.

Fingers moving again.

Panic.

Those fingers are scary

Horrible pleasure.

The body, which had already reached its peak, was rejecting any further pleasure.

But as if to say something, Cynthia-san moves roughly again.

Tsk-tsk tsk-tsk

Rather, the hand movements were rougher than the first.

The waist reflexively moves in line with the movement of the hand reflexively.

Movement to minimize pleasure.

It felt like the inside of my vagina, which continued to release pleasure, was like another living being.

The pleasure overflowing without being able to deny it.

I think I’m going crazy, but the pleasure that keeps coming out doesn’t stop.

“♡♡♡♡♡!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡!!!”

Let out an inaudible scream

Scream.

The overflowing pleasure hurts.

Rather than feeling good, ruthless violence.

My head feels weird.

Unstoppable hand movement.

I’ve already reached my climax twice, and I’m already feeling the pleasure.

The body, which had already experienced two climaxes, was too vulnerable to pleasure.

A body that quickly heats up.

Already the climax of the third.

I don’t know where it filled up again, but I urinated once more loudly.

The smell of ammonia,

It seems to be a spring that will expel all the liquid it already has, and it continues to spurt secretions without stopping.

Cynthia’s body was already messed up with secretions from me.

Complete exhaustion.

It was barely even breathing.

The ceiling is yellow.

A pleasure that seemed like death.

The vagina does not stop convulsing.

Seen through the mirror, Cynthia-san’s wicked smile.

My whole body stiffened at the ominous feeling.

Fingers moving again.

As if resigned, the body naturally accepts the touch.

The violent pleasure begins again.

There is already more pleasure rushing in than the brain can accommodate.

It heats up lightly with just a little finger movement.

The limit has long since been exceeded.

Today, I realized for the first time that just moving my fingers back and forth is so scary.

Echoing plosives of fattening.

“Hahm… I’m sorry… ♡Jeongsheng Haehyo… ♡ I’m sorry… ♡ Shalleo Jusehyo… ♡ I’m so happy… ♡”

Appeal..

I felt like my head was going to get really weird.

It’s a pleasure to the extent that it’s not strange to really die.

Intense hand movements.

“Charlye Joo Se-hyo♡…Jugeul thing…Hauuuuu♡”

The overflow of pleasure to the extent that it is considered better to be sick does not stop.

Climax torture

Pleasure like torture to the point where you might think you would really die at this rate.

“♥♥♥♥! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥”

It was just howling like a beast in unstoppable pleasure.

Climax of the fourth.

The bodily fluids that seemed to never dry were all dry, and only the bodily fluids that did not come out intermittently flowed down as if brushing.

However, the climax storm was more intense than the climax of the third episode.

Pleasure amplified without knowing the limit.

Weeping as if screaming at the excessive pleasure.

Crazy orgasms.

Literally, my back went up like a bow.

A bent waist, a desperate struggle to relieve this pleasure somehow.

Maddening pleasure. No, it may have already become strange.

Dizzying pleasure.

I don’t even know what I’m talking about already.

As if pleading, just screaming.

I just howled like an animal in the pleasure to the point of going crazy.

Darkness.

I passed out, limp like a dead frog.

The damp bedspread felt comfortable.