Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 7
With a thoroughly satisfied expression, Roa clung to Klimt, expressing how good it was. Klimt, who had been thrusting with steady rhythm, wore a contented smile at her response.
“I’m glad to hear that. If you need the sweet milk, just let me know. I have plenty, and I’ll make sure to sprinkle it on you well.”
Klimt spoke with a voice filled with pleasure. Though he wanted to fill her completely with his essence right away, he knew he had to follow the proper order.
“Please… sprinkle it on.”
“Where would you like it?”
“Anywhere… just a lot.”
“Well then, how about opening your mouth?”
With the answer he wanted finally given, Klimt withdrew his large member, leaving Roa with a tingling sensation at the end of her spine as the heat of his breath brushed against her.
“Ah!”
“Since it’s your first time tasting it, you should taste it with your upper mouth at its concentrated state.”
Klimt gently turned Roa’s body on the table, preparing to let her taste his freshly expelled essence. His rough movements were focused on rushing to climax.
The fact that this massive thing had just been inside her seemed almost surreal, and it gave Roa a shiver.
The space filled with the sounds of quiet rustling and heavy breathing. Even as Klimt’s hands worked fervently to finish, his gaze was fixed on Roa. The intensity of his eyes made her feel completely exposed, making her breath quicken.
“Kuh… Roa.”
A deep, growling moan came from Klimt’s core as a large amount of his se-en splattered across Roa’s face. Roa tasted the essence on her lips—a bit tangy, warm, and creamy. It made her feel as though she had become a delectable dessert.
“Um… can I try it with my mouth?”
“With your mouth?”
“It looks delicious…”
“Feel free to taste it as much as you want.”
With Klimt’s permission, Roa cautiously licked the tip of his large member, which was challenging to fit into her mouth. Despite its intimidating size, the texture was unexpectedly smooth.
“Hmm…..”
As Roa gently licked and swirled her tongue around Klimt’s member, he chuckled softly, seemingly tickled by the sensation. The taste was quite sensual, perhaps because it had just orgasmed.
The afterglow wasn’t yet over, something sticky and slippery continued to seep out little by little, making Roa busy swallowing it.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”
Roa hadn’t had him in her mouth for long, but she could already feel her jaw growing sore. Klimt, looking down at her, spoke in a somewhat dazed tone.
“I’ve been waiting for you here all this time.”
“Uh…ha…uh?”
“Roa, if you talk while sucking on me, I won’t understand….but it feels good.”
Roa took out the large member in her mouth. As she pulled away, the sticky liquid stretched from the tip to her lips.
“It’s so lewd.”
“You’ve been waiting… do you… know me?”
“Of course.”
Klimt tenderly wiped the edge of Roa’s lips. His gaze filled with affection. He hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
“You’ve been like a dream or an unattainable longing for me.”
Klimt seemed to ponder his words deeply. The carefully chosen words he spoke were ones that Roa could not quite grasp.
“My beautiful Messiah, Roa Eckladen.”
The phrase seemed familiar. Where had she heard it before…?
As she was lost in thought, a memory of a young boy flashed through Roa’s mind.
[You gave me a new life.]
[I am your main servant and a faithful follower. I will prepare myself so that when you return, I can serve you fully.]
[My beautiful Messiah, Roa Eckladen.]
Yes, she had definitely heard these words before. And the speaker of these long-forgotten words was…
“Are you… the fighting dog of Calantus? Could it be you, Klimt?”
“Roa! You finally remembered me.”
Roa’s mouth opened in disbelief. She had remembered a young boy who was much smaller from the man before her now. Klimt, however, appeared deeply moved by her answer. His expression looked like he could burst into tears at any moment.
“I’m so happy that you remembered me.”
“But how did that small boy become… like this?”
“That small boy? Now I’m bigger than anyone.”
Klimt spoke confidently.
Of course his impressive physique and commanding presence could crush most men. Including his perfect muscles and also his baguette at his lower body.
“Since that day… I’ve thought about Roa every moment.”
Klimt spoke again. His eyes grew tearful as he reminisced about the past.
To understand his reunion with Roa, one would have to look back to Klimt’s birth.
