Chapter 4: Her Little Hole Got Wet (H)

“Ah… no… don’t…”

As if her soul had been sucked away by the man’s lips and tongue, Sarah’s eyes were tightly shut in a daze, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure.

The man’s wet, hot lips and tongue took turns licking her two full, perky breasts, leaving behind wet, crimson marks from his sucking and teeth marks, but he didn’t stop there. His lips and tongue slid down, passing over her sensual lower abdomen, until they reached her sensitive navel.

With a sweeping motion of his large hand, Victor pulled her bodycon skirt down in one swift motion, revealing her intimate area encased in white lace panties, as well as her long legs clad in black stockings—a sight so alluring it was almost criminal.

The man’s breathing grew heavy and rapid, as if aroused, and he reached toward that sensitive and mysterious triangle.

His large hand glided over the sensitive, delicate crease of her thighs, sending shivers through Sarah’s body, then slid toward her white lace panties. He gently tugged at the straps at her waist, causing the fabric to bunch up into a slender cord that slid back and forth along her mons pubis.

“Ah… no… don’t…”

Her flushed face was filled with an expression of passion, and a deep blush spread across her body, making her utterly captivating.

The fabric cord was quickly soaked by the moist secretions seeping from her mons pubis; the white lace trim darkened, looking incredibly erotic.

The back-and-forth tugging made her moan incessantly and gave the man a great sense of accomplishment. So he spread his large hand wide, completely enveloping her mons pubis—along with the damp white lace fabric covering it—and kneaded it back and forth.

The scorching heat of his palm and the relentless kneading were about to melt her flower with heat.

Finally unable to bear such intense pleasure, she began to sob softly, “Sniff, sniff.” The tears of physical ecstasy added a beauty reminiscent of pear blossoms drenched in rain to her delicate little face, making the man’s blood boil even more.

A wave of weakness washed over her deepest core, and her juices gushed out, soaking her thin white lace panties and saturating the man’s palm with the clear, moist fluid.

Victor felt the dampness on his hand and lifted it to look. Under the warm yellow light, the pool of wet, viscous fluid in the palm of his hand glistened, looking both erotic and lascivious.

“So beautiful.”

He felt his rationality had been completely swept away, leaving only the most primal desire for Sarah—a man’s purest longing for a woman.

His large hand brushed against Sarah’s slender waist, too delicate to encircle, pulled down the edge of her white lace panties, and then yanked them off in one swift motion, revealing her fair, supple buttocks and the pink, moist mound between her crossed legs that appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Her fair, flushed body was laid bare before him, and the black stockings against her smooth, white skin looked all the more seductive and erotic.

In a daze, she seemed to sense a pair of large hands roaming over her body, carrying a scorching heat that ignited fires everywhere, making the desire within her burn even more fiercely.

“Mmm… so… hot… so hot…”

The muffled moans escaping her lips were like the soft purr of a kitten, as if she were secretly scratching at the man’s heart with her tiny paws—all the more soul-stirring and tantalizing.

Feeling the man’s exploration between her thighs, her slender legs instinctively pressed together—only to trap his large hand even tighter and deeper.

The man let out a muffled groan, the flames of desire in his eyes growing even darker.

He forcefully pried apart her tightly closed legs, spreading them wide to the sides, and wedged his body between them, preventing her from closing her legs and forcing them to clamp tightly around his waist.