Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 24
“Do you like it here? Which one of us do you like better, Franz or me?”
“Su-.. such a thing…. I-.. I don’t know.”
It seemed that Zanarf did not like Floria’s answer, and he hungrily pressed the stiff ni**les with his tongu3, chewing sweetly on them.
She couldn’t even think of a fragment of Franz. Her mind is occupied with Zanarf right now. However, the sweet throbbing pain brought on by Zanarf made her unable to help but expose her l3wd behavior.
“Aa….., Ahh…..!”
Her white body jerked and swayed every time he took her in his m0uth.
Floria’s limbs writhed uncontrollably under Zanarf and she made sweet noises.
‘Why is my heart pounding so hard when he’s doing such l3wd things to me?’
She felt an unceasing surge of heat from the depths of her body.
“I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. You’re not a parrot princess, but a golden-throated sparrow, aren’t you? You make such a nice cry. Come on, you’ve got to do more.”
“Aaah.. ah, ah …… ah!”
It’s not that she was trying to make that sound. On the contrary, she was trying to hold back because she didn’t want to. However, every time he made a move, a moan of pl3asure escaped her lips, and she felt like crying.
She couldn’t resist Zanarf. It feels so good that she can’t stand it…
“Hm? Why are your eyes so watery? Do you want me to make you feel something different?”
After suc*ing on the buds impatiently, Zanarf slides his lips down to the valley between her brea4ts and then made his way to her n@vel. A sweet spark ignited in all the places he touched.
At the same time, a rough finger reached up to her th1gh. Slowly crawling up, the fingertips touch the soft, thin bush.
“Haahh…..”
She was so surprised that she made a funny sound.
The sound of Zanarf gulping down his sa1iva was so l3wd that it made her heart skip a beat.
“Hmm, even here, it’s as golden as if a rose is melted in the bushes.”
“No.., that’s..”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It-.. It’s an unclean place, wet and …… dirty.”
Then Zanarf suddenly smiled.
“You really think so? Franz didn’t touch this place? Then he might have a stroke when he finds out what I’m about to do.”
Zanarf’s thick fing3rs reached out, pushing through the thin layer of pu*ic hair that was protecting the hidden spring. When his fingertip entered the crev1ce, there was an obscene w*et sound, and the petals were pushed open from side to side.
Floria yelped and gasped in embarrassment.
“No.., such a place….!”
“Well, as I expected, it’s a clear pink. It’s like a cherry shellfish.”
Zanarf is watching her — Not only she is being watched, but she’s being observed closely.
Exposed to his heated gaze, the secret fle*sh quivered and trembled.
Zanarf forcibly pried open the petals, which were hard and closed like young buds, and brought his nose close to smell the fragrance of the honey that was overflowing from her hon*ey pot.
“It smells delicious,” Zanarf said, “dripping with sweet honey.”
As soon as he said that, he grabbed Floria’s th1ghs and lifted her up. He pushed her up so tightly that she felt as if they might touch her bre*sts.
She was positioned as if she were a baby having a diaper change, and the embarrassment was so great that she could not help but feel faint.
“No… like this… ahh!”
His face was buried in an indecent place, and the ti*p of his long t0ngue stretched out. He licked up between the defenseless vag*na, towards her secret core, colored like a rose petal.
“This is amazing. It’s superb.”
Soon, something warm and raw was inserted into her lab*-a.
The warmth of the thing was soon slickly inserted into the nub of fle*sh, scooping up the mellow ar0usal that spilled out, and slowly licking up every last drop of it.
On top of the petals, inside…
He licked and melted the soft folds of flesh, making a deep noise.
“Ah…ahh…ahhh, ahhh…ahh…ahh”
‘You’ve got to be kidding me, right?’ Floria couldn’t believe her eyes.
The man’s head was stirring between her le*gs.
The way he teased her la*bia with his hot breath was incredibly l3wd.
His t0ngue, which felt much hotter than her own, sunk back and forth between the wet slit$ of her flesh. Honey spilled out nonstop, and Zanarf slurped it up as if it were some sort of a reward.
Floria writhed with each th*rust, unable to bear it, clutching the sheets, her hi*ps twitching and bouncing as she wandered on the edge of pl3asure.