Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 24
Hansel averted her gaze from the obscene object and climbed off the chair.
Lifting her tunic slightly, she seated herself atop his thighs.
He furrowed his brow, his expression puzzled.
“It’s the same.”
He was referring to how sitting across from each other on the chair or the floor didn’t seem significantly different.
Hansel shot him a sharp look.
“If you keep saying things like that, I won’t be able to remember anything. Just stay still. Got it?”
“…Okay.”
Once he obediently closed his mouth, Hansel steeled herself one last time.
Sitting on his thighs, Hansel slightly raised her pelvis and slid forward.
She aligned the tip of his c**k with her perineum, ensuring it wouldn’t penetrate, and began rubbing herself against him.
The hardened rod, like a heated steel pillar, parted her folds as it slid upward.
Her swollen folds and c******s were pressed firmly against his s***t, spreading apart with each movement.
“Haaah…”
“Ugh…”
Hansel tilted her head back, her eyelids fluttering.
The rigid s***t was rubbing perfectly against her entrance.
Even though it was just pressed against her opening, her entrance gushed with fluid.
The sensation of grinding against his hot, throbbing length felt so good that it was as though her insides were melting.
She could feel every ridge, vein, and pulse along the sensitive, tender flesh.
Her head spun.
This was an entirely different sensation from what she felt with a tongue or fingers.
It was clear now that his c**k was designed to fit into her body.
If just rubbing felt this good, how incredible must actual s*x feel?
If she kept thinking about it, she might cross a dangerous line.
Focus on this for now.
Even this much already feels so good…
Hansel realized she was far more susceptible to pleasure than she had thought.
She reached behind her and gripped his thigh for support.
Leaning back slightly, her long platinum blonde hair spilled down her back.
Her perineum, labia, and c******s rubbed against the s***t, the stimulation precise and intense.
Because of his length, her engorged c******s was pressed along his entire length, dragging firmly.
Lost in the moment, Hansel rubbed herself against him fervently.
“Ugh… ah…”
The slick sounds of her wetness and his occasional low grunts teased her ears.
Moving her pelvis in a half-reclined position quickly drained her strength.
Hansel was not particularly strong, and as the stimulation waned, her body ached for more.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling herself closer.
Her soft b*****s pressed firmly against his stone-hard chest.
His body, which had been twitching slightly with her movements, tensed completely.
But Hansel was too overwhelmed by the intense sensations to notice such small changes.
The slick, grinding friction sent shivers through her body.
No wonder he made her suck him so desperately before.
The ballooning sensations in her lower abdomen built steadily, filling her chest with a tight, suffocating heat.
The more she rubbed her wetness against his hardness, the more that overwhelming sensation grew.
Just a little more, just a little more…
“Ah, so good…!”
Hansel pressed her wet folds harder against him, using her weight to intensify the contact.
The nerves gathered around her c******s flared, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Her lower lips twitched as they released a fresh rush of wetness.
Hansel climaxed, her face contorting and her body trembling lightly.
But just as she was riding the peak, he pushed her upper body away.
Still lost in her climax, Hansel clung to his neck, swaying slightly as she was gently pushed back.
He didn’t let her fall, though.
Propping her up with his knee behind her back, he held her steady while looking directly at her.
His red eyes scanned her face, taking in her slightly parted lips, dilated pupils, and flushed expression as her chest heaved with heavy breaths.
“Hahh…”
His c**k, still pressed against her wet entrance, suddenly swelled again.
The thick organ twitched, and then erupted, releasing thick white fluid.
Since it was pressed against her, the s***n splattered onto his shirt as it shot upward.
The e*********n came in powerful bursts, continuing until his s***t finally softened.
Hansel, who had been trembling faintly through his climax, finally went limp.
Her body, drained of energy, melted into his embrace.
The lingering sensations from her first climax stayed with her, stretching the moment into a long afterglow.
Hansel leaned her forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath.
