She knew she was in trouble.
He squeezed the oil out of the bottle and let it drizzle onto her skin. His hands started to spread oil on her legs and her outer thigh.
Each touch was lingering. After a few back and forth, he now trailed his oiled finger into her inner thigh.
She was too preoccupied by his attacks to notice that she was now under him.
He somehow moved his way to her top, his free arm supporting his weight at the side of her head. It was sturdy enough to not crush the fragile lady. He kneeled with separated legs while caging her at the same time.
His eyes were too focused on every little change in her face.
He blocked everything around them from her sight and all that she could see, smell and touch was him.
She felt his hands nearing her center; its circling was on a loop to the point that it was hypnotizing. But before it could arrive at its destination point, she held his hands and looked at his eyes with a misty gaze. She would not let him know how his titillations caused her to drip sensual fluid.
"It's uncomfortable... don't..." She gulped the saliva that was about to escape her mouth. Her breasts were trembling up and down.
"I thought you were in pain?" He sneered. He rubbed his thumb into her agape lips and cheeks lovingly.
"I was wrong. I just want to avoid schoolwork today. Can't you let me off this time?" She pleaded with the man imprisoning her.
His hand moved down to her sensitive neck, sending her goosebumps.
"Okay. I think you're stressed out too. Your brows were frowned the whole afternoon..." He traced her brows. "I'll let you rest today..." He slightly raised his upper body to grab the oil bottle. He poured another batch of oil into his hands and ordered the lady,
"Take off your shirt and bra." An order that didn't give anyone power to rebel.
"W-What are you trying to do?" She got no response and was stared at by him.
His intimidating eyes looked down at her from the top. She tried to reason out but meeting the dominating air that he exuded, she cowered and obediently executed the order.
She clutched her hands at the hem of her shirt and lifted it up.
Her flat and toned stomach was as white as ever. It waved whenever she exhaled.
When she completely took off her shirt, her white and bouncy breasts jiggled in front of him. Just remembering how supple they were, made his dormant dick stand up.
She still had the same baby bra design with a different color from what she wore before. It honestly didn't serve its purpose now that the girl's body was comparable to a whole grown woman. It was so thinly padded that it barely hid the traces of her tips.
He knew that she didn't know the importance of upgrading to more appropriate undies due to a lack of guidance because of her grandma's condition.
The old lady was really clueless that her granddaughter had now developed in a very blessed way.
He planned to buy her a few sets after this. No one is allowed to see this beauty other than him.
Exclusively his.
Yumi looked sideways to hide her embarrassment. Her arms crossed into her minimally clothed mounds.
"Your bra, too. Take it off." The sound that came out from him was more throaty than he expected.
She hesitated for a second but thinking that he'd seen it on the island earlier, she just let it go.
His mouth parched as his coveted tits uncovered in his eyes.
If you asked him what his favorite thing in the world is, without a second thought, it would be her tits.
He really wanted to put it in his mouth and lick it until it broke. The tactile pleasure it gave him was irresistible and unforgettable.
He missed it.
He lightly pushed the girl down the bed. He never hid his blatant ogling and started to admire every curve of her greed-inducing body.
She was never exposed to anyone like this before. She was not used to being watched so frankly. She also had her insecurities like the other girls her age. Because of her training, she got toned muscles instead of the soft and bouncy skin of the other girls. She got tan marks too from the regional meet game that was held outdoors. She did not want others to see her like this.
He blocked the girl's hand, which was about to obstruct his viewing experience.
"Okay, spill it out! I know I look like a zebra now. You can start laughing now."
"You are so beautiful, Yumi." He huskily stated. "So beautiful that you're making me hard..."
She was floored by how shameless he was. Could he not filter his words?
These shameful remarks from him actually eased her uneasiness and she unconsciously started to relax.
Ignorant by the effects his words brought, he started to smear the essence on her arm.
He was like a professional masseur as he made sure that every corner of her arms was covered and touched. It was gentle and fleeting. The type that you would crave more for.
He moved in different directions and his eyes were never leaving hers. His limbs were like snakes crawling into her skin.
He did the same on her neck area, her collarbones and under her breasts. He enjoyed every chance they had skin contact. He rubbed in every way he felt right and kept wanting more.
When everything of her was glazed in oil, except in certain areas, her breathing pattern greatly deviated from her regular one. Her eyes closed and her teeth bit her lower lips.
She was turned on.
"Hey, can you s-stop adding oil? You're not planning to fry me alive, right? I look like a milkfish in a frying pan now."
Gani's forehead throbbed. He was painstakingly setting the mood for both of them but she had the knocks to tear it down, "Be quiet."
"Okay..."
Upon checking her still erect nipples, he was glad that her body's response to his hard work was not affected by her random rumblings.
Knowing this, Isagani commenced his teasing on her outer breast. He cupped her wholeness and molded it into different forms. His calloused hands against her squishiness was an extraordinary experience for a teenager like him. He was like an amused kid playing with clay dough. These were his jewels.
She instinctively wanted to stop the boy but her brain was like a mashed potato and she could not form any coherent words. These sensations that he gave her were very wonderful and exciting but she didn't have the guts to admit it. She knew that they were now threading into the dangerous line but she found herself actually looking forward to what might happen.
He saw how her blood rushed into her tits as he sensually and slowly activated her. Her quiet groans were his confirmation of her openness.
She knew she was in trouble.
He squeezed the oil out of the bottle and let it drizzle onto her skin. His hands started to spread oil on her legs and her outer thigh.
Each touch was lingering. After a few back and forth, he now trailed his oiled finger into her inner thigh.
She was too preoccupied by his attacks to notice that she was now under him.
He somehow moved his way to her top, his free arm supporting his weight at the side of her head. It was sturdy enough to not crush the fragile lady. He kneeled with separated legs while caging her at the same time.
His eyes were too focused on every little change in her face.
He blocked everything around them from her sight and all that she could see, smell and touch was him.
She felt his hands nearing her center; its circling was on a loop to the point that it was hypnotizing. But before it could arrive at its destination point, she held his hands and looked at his eyes with a misty gaze. She would not let him know how his titillations caused her to drip sensual fluid.
"It's uncomfortable... don't..." She gulped the saliva that was about to escape her mouth. Her breasts were trembling up and down.
"I thought you were in pain?" He sneered. He rubbed his thumb into her agape lips and cheeks lovingly.
"I was wrong. I just want to avoid schoolwork today. Can't you let me off this time?" She pleaded with the man imprisoning her.
His hand moved down to her sensitive neck, sending her goosebumps.
"Okay. I think you're stressed out too. Your brows were frowned the whole afternoon..." He traced her brows. "I'll let you rest today..." He slightly raised his upper body to grab the oil bottle. He poured another batch of oil into his hands and ordered the lady,
"Take off your shirt and bra." An order that didn't give anyone power to rebel.
"W-What are you trying to do?" She got no response and was stared at by him.
His intimidating eyes looked down at her from the top. She tried to reason out but meeting the dominating air that he exuded, she cowered and obediently executed the order.
She clutched her hands at the hem of her shirt and lifted it up.
Her flat and toned stomach was as white as ever. It waved whenever she exhaled.
When she completely took off her shirt, her white and bouncy breasts jiggled in front of him. Just remembering how supple they were, made his dormant dick stand up.
She still had the same baby bra design with a different color from what she wore before. It honestly didn't serve its purpose now that the girl's body was comparable to a whole grown woman. It was so thinly padded that it barely hid the traces of her tips.
He knew that she didn't know the importance of upgrading to more appropriate undies due to a lack of guidance because of her grandma's condition.
The old lady was really clueless that her granddaughter had now developed in a very blessed way.
He planned to buy her a few sets after this. No one is allowed to see this beauty other than him.
Exclusively his.
Yumi looked sideways to hide her embarrassment. Her arms crossed into her minimally clothed mounds.
"Your bra, too. Take it off." The sound that came out from him was more throaty than he expected.
She hesitated for a second but thinking that he'd seen it on the island earlier, she just let it go.
His mouth parched as his coveted tits uncovered in his eyes.
If you asked him what his favorite thing in the world is, without a second thought, it would be her tits.
He really wanted to put it in his mouth and lick it until it broke. The tactile pleasure it gave him was irresistible and unforgettable.
He missed it.
He lightly pushed the girl down the bed. He never hid his blatant ogling and started to admire every curve of her greed-inducing body.
She was never exposed to anyone like this before. She was not used to being watched so frankly. She also had her insecurities like the other girls her age. Because of her training, she got toned muscles instead of the soft and bouncy skin of the other girls. She got tan marks too from the regional meet game that was held outdoors. She did not want others to see her like this.
He blocked the girl's hand, which was about to obstruct his viewing experience.
"Okay, spill it out! I know I look like a zebra now. You can start laughing now."
"You are so beautiful, Yumi." He huskily stated. "So beautiful that you're making me hard..."
She was floored by how shameless he was. Could he not filter his words?
These shameful remarks from him actually eased her uneasiness and she unconsciously started to relax.
Ignorant by the effects his words brought, he started to smear the essence on her arm.
He was like a professional masseur as he made sure that every corner of her arms was covered and touched. It was gentle and fleeting. The type that you would crave more for.
He moved in different directions and his eyes were never leaving hers. His limbs were like snakes crawling into her skin.
He did the same on her neck area, her collarbones and under her breasts. He enjoyed every chance they had skin contact. He rubbed in every way he felt right and kept wanting more.
When everything of her was glazed in oil, except in certain areas, her breathing pattern greatly deviated from her regular one. Her eyes closed and her teeth bit her lower lips.
She was turned on.
"Hey, can you s-stop adding oil? You're not planning to fry me alive, right? I look like a milkfish in a frying pan now."
Gani's forehead throbbed. He was painstakingly setting the mood for both of them but she had the knocks to tear it down, "Be quiet."
"Okay..."
Upon checking her still erect nipples, he was glad that her body's response to his hard work was not affected by her random rumblings.
Knowing this, Isagani commenced his teasing on her outer breast. He cupped her wholeness and molded it into different forms. His calloused hands against her squishiness was an extraordinary experience for a teenager like him. He was like an amused kid playing with clay dough. These were his jewels.
She instinctively wanted to stop the boy but her brain was like a mashed potato and she could not form any coherent words. These sensations that he gave her were very wonderful and exciting but she didn't have the guts to admit it. She knew that they were now threading into the dangerous line but she found herself actually looking forward to what might happen.
He saw how her blood rushed into her tits as he sensually and slowly activated her. Her quiet groans were his confirmation of her openness.
