Yumi felt sheepish.
"Yes, it fits me well. That's why it's comfortable to wear. You've got the right size." She was fighting hard not to shy away from him and established a poised image.
She loved all the undergarments that he gifted her, but every time she looked at them, she would always be reminded of the gift giver and the things that this gift giver would do when he personally took them off.
Yumi felt bashful by her racy thoughts. She was turning crooked day by day.
"I used my hands like this to find the right size." He narrated while cupping his large palm against her breasts, simulating how he measured the garments before. "The sizes at the first store I went to were too small. I thought it could not even cover half of your tits, so I went to another store. I gauged them with these big babies in mind, you know. How they were spilling between my fingers when I loved them like this. How soft they were, so I could choose the perfect material to protect their elastic bounce from sagging. I don't want them to be suffocated if I bought the wrong size."
His brows connected in worry, "What if they shrunk from too much suffocation? I cannot let that happen, right?" His eyes took hostage hers, not willing to let her go until she voiced out her agreement to his debauched worries.
The soft whimpers of the girl were the only answer he got from her.
While his mouth was busy muttering risque and suggestive verses of his heart, his hands were not idle as they neatly unhooked the last obstruction to his favorite mounds. His thumb brusquely pressed her erect nipples and sent the girl on an electrifying ride to heaven that eventually traveled out as a salacious moan.
The sensation of her tits against his warm palm was so addicting that he soon became unsatisfied with squeezing. He tried rubbing the pad of his thumb and middle finger around her sensitive bead and then pulled it.
Finding himself unable to contain his prurient cravings, Gani dispelled his former plans to engage the girl for further unchaste discussion and jumped right into action, thus explaining the mouth that was wantonly sucking at the softened girl's pitiful hard pebbles.
Sensing her loss of ability to support her own body, Gani hoisted the girl and placed her on his lap, facing him, as they were now seated on the cold cement.
Meanwhile, Yumi was turning weak from the simultaneous physical and mental attacks of the boy. The stimulation of personally witnessing his frenzied lapping on her own body gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction and excitement. This was the first time she realized the gravity of her effect on the always stoic Gani. She closed her eyes to stop the uncontrollable storm forming in her heart.
Yumi cried out from excessive teasing. Even her brain took these stimuli as preparation for man's intrusion, hence the liquid that was dispersed from her lower region that was drenching her undergarment.
Her lower cavity was dangerously close to his tenting hardness. A perfect opportunity for her growing pain of emptiness. Her hips mechanically rocked back and forth to grind her itch away to his ready-to-use sturdy scratcher.
Gani gasped at the girl's naughty manoeuvre.
The feeling of being needed was so sweet that her body doubled its yearning for his touch and attention. Her hand instinctively sneaked into his uniform, clutching at his abdomen and her short and filed nails scratching on his caramel skin while the other was buried into the strands of his soft black hair.
"auughhAaagh...you...harder..."
Hearing her desirous pleading, Gani stiffened as his mind tried to comprehend what he had just heard.
Feeling the abrupt suspension of her stream of pleasure, she whined in protest and pushed the back of his head to urge the man to continue.
Gani raised his eyes and watched in amusement the undisguised pining in her face.
He wetted his lips as a smug smirk formed into his equally lustful face, "Baby, are you sure you know what you are asking for?"
Yumi opened her unfocused eyes and studied the man's unfamiliar expression in total confusion. She searched for clues in her dizzy head and remembered her indulgent request.
He straightened out his bent back and looked down on her, "Not afraid of hell anymore?" Gani asked in the undertone of warning.
Her eyes quivered upon hearing his words, it was something that persecuted her deeply rooted conscience even in her sleep.
"Do not worry. If someday we face the judge of the afterlife, I'll take all the blame. I'll never let the flames of the fires of hell lick a single strand of your hair."
Only fools would believe the bravados of a barely legal-age boy in front of her, but admit it or not, it was enough for her tumultuous heart to hush.
She decided.
Despite sensing the crawling of heat on her face, she nodded with her new-found firmness as she beheld the igniting visual connection between her and Gani.
Consequent to her wordless declaration, Gani almost lost it, pinned down the girl right then and there, and did all the things he had done to her in his dreams.
No. Not yet. A year to go, and we'll be free to do whatever we want by then. Not now.
Gani shut his eyes and waived off all of his irrational thoughts. His lips pried for her candylike sweetness to comfort himself. These kisses were more lingering and exhilarating. When his lids folded up, they revealed his reddish, imposing gaze.
"I know something more exciting. Do you want to try it with me?"
Small kisses slowly traveled down to her chest again.
"W-What is it?"
Her voice was now full of obvious indulgence.
Gani reached for her dirty shirt, smoothed it out on the floor and laid her back on it. Below him was her, caged on his elbow that was supporting his weight. He carefully surveyed her naked upper body, strategizing the most aesthetic way to adorn her pale skin with his love marks. After his thoughtful planning, he immediately put into action his grand plan and sucked her skin into his heart's content.
When his kisses reached her navel, Gani pulled down her jogging pants, stripped away her soaked undies and appreciated the unexplored folds of her young flower.
He slowly loved her inner thighs and lower abdomen, but never her cave that was seeping with her fragrant nectar.
Gani patted her buttocks, signaling her to stand while he laid his back on her former space.
Yumi, who was placed in a riding position, looked at him with loss in her face.
"Sit on my face."
Yumi felt sheepish.
"Yes, it fits me well. That's why it's comfortable to wear. You've got the right size." She was fighting hard not to shy away from him and established a poised image.
She loved all the undergarments that he gifted her, but every time she looked at them, she would always be reminded of the gift giver and the things that this gift giver would do when he personally took them off.
Yumi felt bashful by her racy thoughts. She was turning crooked day by day.
"I used my hands like this to find the right size." He narrated while cupping his large palm against her breasts, simulating how he measured the garments before. "The sizes at the first store I went to were too small. I thought it could not even cover half of your tits, so I went to another store. I gauged them with these big babies in mind, you know. How they were spilling between my fingers when I loved them like this. How soft they were, so I could choose the perfect material to protect their elastic bounce from sagging. I don't want them to be suffocated if I bought the wrong size."
His brows connected in worry, "What if they shrunk from too much suffocation? I cannot let that happen, right?" His eyes took hostage hers, not willing to let her go until she voiced out her agreement to his debauched worries.
The soft whimpers of the girl were the only answer he got from her.
While his mouth was busy muttering risque and suggestive verses of his heart, his hands were not idle as they neatly unhooked the last obstruction to his favorite mounds. His thumb brusquely pressed her erect nipples and sent the girl on an electrifying ride to heaven that eventually traveled out as a salacious moan.
The sensation of her tits against his warm palm was so addicting that he soon became unsatisfied with squeezing. He tried rubbing the pad of his thumb and middle finger around her sensitive bead and then pulled it.
Finding himself unable to contain his prurient cravings, Gani dispelled his former plans to engage the girl for further unchaste discussion and jumped right into action, thus explaining the mouth that was wantonly sucking at the softened girl's pitiful hard pebbles.
Sensing her loss of ability to support her own body, Gani hoisted the girl and placed her on his lap, facing him, as they were now seated on the cold cement.
Meanwhile, Yumi was turning weak from the simultaneous physical and mental attacks of the boy. The stimulation of personally witnessing his frenzied lapping on her own body gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction and excitement. This was the first time she realized the gravity of her effect on the always stoic Gani. She closed her eyes to stop the uncontrollable storm forming in her heart.
Yumi cried out from excessive teasing. Even her brain took these stimuli as preparation for man's intrusion, hence the liquid that was dispersed from her lower region that was drenching her undergarment.
Her lower cavity was dangerously close to his tenting hardness. A perfect opportunity for her growing pain of emptiness. Her hips mechanically rocked back and forth to grind her itch away to his ready-to-use sturdy scratcher.
Gani gasped at the girl's naughty manoeuvre.
The feeling of being needed was so sweet that her body doubled its yearning for his touch and attention. Her hand instinctively sneaked into his uniform, clutching at his abdomen and her short and filed nails scratching on his caramel skin while the other was buried into the strands of his soft black hair.
"auughhAaagh...you...harder..."
Hearing her desirous pleading, Gani stiffened as his mind tried to comprehend what he had just heard.
Feeling the abrupt suspension of her stream of pleasure, she whined in protest and pushed the back of his head to urge the man to continue.
Gani raised his eyes and watched in amusement the undisguised pining in her face.
He wetted his lips as a smug smirk formed into his equally lustful face, "Baby, are you sure you know what you are asking for?"
Yumi opened her unfocused eyes and studied the man's unfamiliar expression in total confusion. She searched for clues in her dizzy head and remembered her indulgent request.
He straightened out his bent back and looked down on her, "Not afraid of hell anymore?" Gani asked in the undertone of warning.
Her eyes quivered upon hearing his words, it was something that persecuted her deeply rooted conscience even in her sleep.
"Do not worry. If someday we face the judge of the afterlife, I'll take all the blame. I'll never let the flames of the fires of hell lick a single strand of your hair."
Only fools would believe the bravados of a barely legal-age boy in front of her, but admit it or not, it was enough for her tumultuous heart to hush.
She decided.
Despite sensing the crawling of heat on her face, she nodded with her new-found firmness as she beheld the igniting visual connection between her and Gani.
Consequent to her wordless declaration, Gani almost lost it, pinned down the girl right then and there, and did all the things he had done to her in his dreams.
No. Not yet. A year to go, and we'll be free to do whatever we want by then. Not now.
Gani shut his eyes and waived off all of his irrational thoughts. His lips pried for her candylike sweetness to comfort himself. These kisses were more lingering and exhilarating. When his lids folded up, they revealed his reddish, imposing gaze.
"I know something more exciting. Do you want to try it with me?"
Small kisses slowly traveled down to her chest again.
"W-What is it?"
Her voice was now full of obvious indulgence.
Gani reached for her dirty shirt, smoothed it out on the floor and laid her back on it. Below him was her, caged on his elbow that was supporting his weight. He carefully surveyed her naked upper body, strategizing the most aesthetic way to adorn her pale skin with his love marks. After his thoughtful planning, he immediately put into action his grand plan and sucked her skin into his heart's content.
When his kisses reached her navel, Gani pulled down her jogging pants, stripped away her soaked undies and appreciated the unexplored folds of her young flower.
He slowly loved her inner thighs and lower abdomen, but never her cave that was seeping with her fragrant nectar.
Gani patted her buttocks, signaling her to stand while he laid his back on her former space.
Yumi, who was placed in a riding position, looked at him with loss in her face.
"Sit on my face."
