“U-unn, ah! H-haht, that’s good… hah…”
At some point, Eve could no longer moan, let alone say it felt good. She squeezed her eyes shut. At the same time, her thighs began to tremble faintly.
Now.
Sensing with a sixth sense that the climax was close, Ethan — without stopping the movements of his tongue — pushed her sensitive spot to the very limit.
“Ah—a!”
Finally, Eve surrendered to his onslaught and reached orgasm. Crying out as if in ecstasy, she arched her hips — as if launched into the heavens.
The woman who had discovered new horizons of pleasure looked down at him with unfocused eyes, breathing heavily.
“Haah… I suddenly feel sorry for the me who didn’t know this a moment ago.”
“Wait a little longer. You’ll feel sorry for the you that exists right now.”
Ethan confidently promised to give her even greater pleasure — and buried his face back in the source of it.
With his tongue, he parted the lips between her legs and went lower — finding the cleft of her flesh. The gateway to union with his longtime unrequited love — he could feel it with the tip of his tongue. The flesh, at the slightest pressure, obediently opened. The taste of his beloved spread across his tongue. Ethan moaned into Eve’s belly.
He pushed his now-greedy tongue even deeper — biting into her flesh.
“Ah, you don’t put your tongue there — haht…”
The noble lady was horrified that a tongue was vulgarly entering and exiting her belly — and tried to push his head away, but…
“Ah… that’s good too…”
In the end — she surrendered — and even spread her once-closed legs — actively receiving his tongue. Only when Eve discovered yet another new pleasure did Ethan lift his head.
It was now impossible to tell what flowed from the entrance to her vagina — her wetness or his saliva. Ethan had also discovered a new taste.
Can’t take it anymore.
He yanked off his shirt. He was so eager that his hands — unbuckling his belt — kept slipping. He pulled his trousers down in a rough motion and reached under his underwear.
“Ngh…”
He couldn’t suppress a groan as he drew out what had grown painfully hard. While he’d been freely rubbing his tongue against her body — he’d kept it locked away — and now his cock was fucking furious. He nearly came just from taking it in his hand.
“Huu…”
I can’t come before I enter. Ethan took a deep breath — trying to calm down — and pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance of her vagina — but then hesitated.
This… is this… going to fit?
Eve simply waited — anticipating the next level of pleasure — only because she couldn’t see the difference in their thickness.
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
First, he tried to insert just the very tip into her vagina. The flesh obediently opened — as it had for his tongue — but it was too narrow to let him in. He inserted only the head — and even then only halfway — and the ring of flesh was already squeezing him.
“Ngh — relax a little.”
“Relax? Ah, how do you — relax?”
How should she know. Though he pretended to be confident and all-knowing — faced with the unknown — he was a hopeless novice. To overcome the woman trying to push out what he’d painstakingly inserted — he had no choice but to keep pressing. He pushed steadily.
“Ah!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Don’t take it out.”
Ethan had already wanted to stop — but the lady who seemed unable to bear the pain — instead boldly pushed forward. She even wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed.
As their pubic bones drew closer — the egg-sized piece of flesh stretched the narrow entrance of the pink pouch — slowly, bit by bit — penetrating her belly.
She’s going to tear.
This part was the thickest — so if he hesitated — Eve would only suffer more.
“Hngh.”
“Ha—aht!”
Ethan pushed — and entered in one go. He sank in up to the base of the head — so it was a success — but he felt like everything was lost. The inner flesh wrapping around and squeezing him was incredibly hot and viscous. He couldn’t have imagined such pleasure. His vision darkened — and at the same time — a long moan escaped his damp lips.
“Ahh…”
Fuck. Below the waist burst too. I was on the edge — and I came. Just from inserting the head. Like an idiot.
Ejaculation couldn’t be stopped like urination. He could only helplessly feel his seed shoot in a stream into Eve’s belly — and emptied — he spat out a curse.
“Ha — damn it.”
“What?”
Ethan pulled out what he’d so painfully squeezed in. A whitish liquid dripped onto her mound and tangled in the sparse pubic hair. Eve — watching dumbfounded — smirked.
“Already?”
“I’m not like this usually.”
To screw up the first time. How humiliating.
Ethan roughly dragged his hand across his instantly reddened face.
“It’s your fault.”
My fault?
Eve narrowed her eyes and stared at him — but Ethan looked away and muttered:
“Who could handle you? You’d make a eunuch come.”
His wording was terrible — but it meant it felt so good — so she decided to forgive him.
“So — that’s it?”
Ethan snorted and showed her the heavy pillar of flesh in his hand.
“You’ve got big dreams. So does this guy.”
It was hard again the moment he came. At such a remarkably fast response — Eve’s eyes went round — and he felt his pride avenged. Though — truth be told — that was also because of Eve.
He was annoyed that the first time he spilled his seed had ended in error — but the sight of his seed dripping from Eve’s belly — vulgarly speaking — turned him on so much — he got hard again immediately.
But mixed with his fluids was Eve’s blood — and his reason also spoke up.
“There’s blood. Aren’t you in pain?”
“It hurt just now — but I guess it doesn’t anymore.”
Eve smiled. He felt embarrassed that — in the presence of a lady — he kept thinking vulgar thoughts — but her face — expressing satisfaction at losing her virginity to him — turned him on again.
I don’t know if I feel this way because I’m a pervert — or if this is natural when you’re in love.
A lady with refined taste would be horrified — but for this vulgar man — “Evelyn Fairchild’s pink genitals, smeared with the whitish semen of Ethan Fairchild” — was the greatest masterpiece of his life.
He smeared the mixture over her clitoris — then dragged two fingers down — feeding his seed in viscous clumps into the gaping entrance of her vagina. When he fed it what it had spat out…
“Nngh…”
The inner flesh squeezed around his fingers — as if begging him to stop. The head of his cock in his other hand — demanding to be squeezed too — drooled in anticipation.
“Ha — damn…”
If he came again the moment he entered — he might have to go to the hospital at nineteen and sit in line next to old men. Ethan took a deep breath — gritted his teeth — and pressed the tip of his cock to Eve’s entrance again.
This time — the entry went much smoother. And not because he went deeper than the head and hadn’t screwed up yet.
Either the entrance had been properly stretched when he entered last time — or the seed he’d accidentally spilled served as lubricant. The long pillar of flesh slid against her wet skin — undulating as it sank into Eve’s flesh.
When he was fully inside — the inner flesh grasped him — as if it had been waiting. Eve’s body fit him perfectly — like a keyhole made for the key named Ethan. This morning — he would have laughed at such a thought — said dream on.
But who would laugh now? Eve was Ethan’s wife.
“I love you — Evelyn Fairchild.”
“I love you too.”
They pressed lips — damp with wetness. Eve didn’t pull away — didn’t find it dirty. She passionately sucked his tongue — and the only reason they broke apart was entirely Ethan’s fault.
“Ah — haah — haaht…”
Each time he thrust into her belly — a mix of ragged breath and languid moans escaped Eve’s lips.
His hip movements were slow — but Eve — not knowing what to do — clung to him. Because of unfamiliar sensations rising from inside.
“Ah — this is insane…”
Ethan didn’t know sensations like this either. Moans and rough words kept escaping him.
The two — man and woman — gradually learned themselves and each other’s bodies. It could only be said that it felt like awakening something — the existence of which inside themselves — they’d never suspected.
The sexual pleasure they’d known until now was only the cover of a book containing a far more fantastical story. Like turning page after page — sinking into a narrative — they plunged deeper and deeper into a world of passion.
The unfamiliar excitement of exposing their most vulnerable places to each other — stopped frightening them — and began to create anticipation.
A little more — let me feel a little more.
Ethan had to grit his teeth to suppress the urge to come — which kept trying to interrupt this ecstasy. But it was useless — because he couldn’t stop the hip movements dragging him toward the blinding finale.
On the contrary — he invaded his beloved with increasing ferocity.
The woman with round breasts bouncing — who let out vulgar moans each time he thrust to the hilt — was no better than him. Ethan abruptly pulled Eve close — pressing her into his embrace — and pushed his part deeper into her.
“Evelyn Fairchild — you’re mine now.”
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