try begging
"Honey, did you feel good?"
The center of her thin bloomers was wet, revealing a faint hint of pink flesh. Grace neither confirmed nor denied, only gasping for breath between her lips, which were smeared with lipstick.
"Honey, at least your body is honest."
"Ahh... ."
When I pressed the wet spot with my fingertips, the woman's body jerked convulsively. When I felt soft flesh beyond the cloth, I felt possessive again. Even when I took my hand off, the cloth stuck to my flesh and did not come off. When I pulled the cloth off with my hand, it was even wetter than before, to the point where it was soaking with love juice.
"I guess I'll have to take this off anyway."
Leon grabbed both sides of the bloomers and pulled. There was a crack, a seam ripping, and the woman's eyes shot open and she glared at him.
"Don't worry. I'll buy it for you."
Leon smiled with wide eyes and put his hand inside the torn bloomers. The moment his fingers, which had been parting the slick, wet flesh, slid inside, the woman's buttocks jerked upward.
"Gasp, ah, ah, huff... ."
He listened to the endless, wet sound and familiar moans, and took in the wet smell he had missed in his lungs. Leon pressed his cheek against the inside of her thigh and savored the increasingly heightened tremors. With his eyes closed, he touched every nook and cranny of her flesh and let out a hot breath as if exclaiming in admiration.
"It feels just like I remember."
"Ugh, huff... ."
"Hot and sticky and soft, and when I press here...."
"Hah!"
"The gates of heaven are opening before our very eyes."
To her chagrin, it was exactly as she said. The high heels that had been hanging precariously in the air finally fell to the floor as the tips of her feet sank. At the same time, Grace ascended to heaven. While she was trembling intoxicated by the overwhelming pleasure that was incomparable to anything she had ever felt with her own hands, the man kissed her toes, which were left with only stockings.
"Did you miss me? I missed you too."
It was a word to the flesh that bit him and wouldn't let go. The man wiggled his fingers buried deep inside her as if to let her feel how hard she was squeezing him. As the fingertips teasingly touched the sensitive spot, Grace squirmed again.
While she was still lost in pleasure, the man did something that was typical of him. He left the same lip print he had left on the nape of her neck on his way to work yesterday on the inside of her thigh today. Only after he had blotched her inner thigh to my satisfaction did he let out a languid sigh and raise his head.
"Grace, should I do it with my mouth this time?"
Grace's gaze turned to the wristwatch in the hand that was holding my trembling thigh. It's almost time to go to work. But what's the point of going to work? The boss might want me to never come. No. I can't hurt innocent people, so at least I'll finish what I'm assigned to do...
"Yeah, honey?"
As the man kept urging her while she was struggling, Grace unknowingly got irritated.
"Shut up and suck."
Grace was shocked by the shocking sound coming out of her mouth. The man also blinked in surprise for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"How can I suck if you keep your mouth shut?"
As he began to tease her, Grace turned her face to the side, clearly red, and curled her legs.
"Okay. I don't have time. I have to go to work."
"It won't take long."
The man sat up, spread her legs, and kissed her flushed cheek.
"Grace, honey."
The moment he whispered in her ear, Grace flinched.
"Stop calling my name."
"why?"
The man asked, furrowing his brow as if he couldn't understand.
"Does it bother you when I call your name?"
"okay."
Since when did you start calling me Grace in such an affectionate voice? It started two years ago on the cruise ship. It was annoying that you kept calling me Grace as if you were always calling me that.
"Why does it bother you? Why does it always bother me when I call you?"
Grace's face hardened at the question full of suggestion.
"You are not worthy to call my name."
At that moment, the man's face turned cold.
"Do you have an ex-fiance?"
"Why is that kid's story coming up here?"
The man closed his eyes tightly and sighed.
"I don't blame you, but do you know how miserable I would be if you said I wasn't even worthy of calling your name? Of course, I know better than to say that. I've only looked at you my whole life, but you've been kissing and dating other men... ."
So should I feel sorry for you? Grace's eyes sharpened.
"And to think that you even thought about it carefully."
"Who said that? I was just thinking about it."
Seeing them talking shamelessly, it was time to show who was above whom.
"I slept. I've slept with three men this month."
In an instant, a murderous glare flared in the man's eyes. His gaze did not leave the gap in her torn bloomers, as if he was imagining the other men who had passed between her legs.
"name."
"Would you call me crazy?"
"Then should I give it a try?"
He held Grace's right hand up in front of his eyes and read her names, stretching out her fingers one by one.
"Grace, Grace, Grace."
"... ... ."
"You've done this three times this month? You must have missed me quite a bit."
"I'll tell you so."
Grace clicked her tongue as if to say that it was a pity that she had to deceive herself like that. The man let go of her hand and leaned towards her threateningly, placing both hands on the ends of the vanity table as he warned her.
"It's better to play pranks in moderation. I have the power to burn a town to ashes in an hour. Do you have any interest in seeing innocent men die because of your short-sightedness, honey? Let's start by burning the movie theater to ashes today."
Camden's vampire flashed a blue madness right before my eyes.
Yeah, I think it's more comfortable for you to be yourself.
Grace twisted her mouth and tied the man with both arms and both legs to prevent him from escaping.
"Are you kidding me? Tell me what men have said to me in bed, in the backseat of the car, and on the couch at home?"
"It would be better not to say anything you'll regret."
"Oh my gosh, Anna. Your technique is fantastic. Who taught you to shake your hips like that?"
The man clenched his teeth so that the muscles in his jaw were clearly visible.
"Thank you, honey. It's all thanks to you teaching me so well."
The corners of his tightly shut lips trembled noticeably. However, contrary to expectations that he would lose his senses and strangle her, the man simply glared at her quite calmly.
"By the way, isn't it true that no one wants socks that have been used by someone else? Everyone is crazy about your masturbation socks."
At that moment, my face, which had been flushed red, turned pale in an instant.
"... You're crazy."
The man closed his eyes tightly and muttered. It seemed as if he was talking to his past self.
"Grace, the reason I insulted you with such harsh and vulgar language is...."
"I know. Don't say it, I don't want to hear it again."
Grace acted indifferently, as if she didn't care to hear it. Even then, she had a vague idea of what he was thinking when he said that.
"Nobody wants a carrot that has been used by someone else."
When Grace returned the insult, the man laughed and said this.
"Then there's nothing we can do. We'll have to be together for the rest of our lives."
It was a teasing tone, but it must have been sincere. As the man began to apologize seriously again, Grace, feeling uncomfortable, winked between her legs.
"Okay. Stop talking nonsense and get back to what you were doing."
He sighed in resignation and reached between Grace's legs.
"So what do your lovers, who are crazy about the techniques I taught you, say when they see this?"
The moment Grace's eyes caught sight of the dark brown hair wrapped around her long fingertips, soaked in her love juice, she became lost in thought. If she were dating a man, she would dye that place blonde, or at least shave it cleanly.
It was only then that I realized that I had lied so blatantly, that I had never slept with another man. Grace turned pale as quickly as she turned bright red.
The man who was watching her kept his mouth shut tightly, clenched his teeth, and eventually couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.
"Did you think I was fooled, honey?"
The man who was laughing with his shoulders shaking and his forehead pressed against hers asked.
"It was obvious from the beginning that it was a lie, but you were having so much fun tormenting me that I pretended to be fooled. It was embarrassing to watch, but as long as you were having fun, that's okay."
"go away!"
"That's why I told you not to say anything you'll regret."
"get out!"
Leon hugged the woman who had done something embarrassing and was pushing her away in anger, and kissed her.