Please Forget Me - Chapter 22
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After that awkward little incident, Johann developed techniques to avoid causing any injuries to my n*****s. Moreover, the techniques that made me feel good continued to expand.
He wrapped his tongue around the e***t and plump buds, pressing firmly against the hardened tips. He skillfully teased the swollen peaks with the tip of his tongue, going deep into the soft flesh.
“Oh! Ugh…”
While doing so, Johann observed how I grimaced and clenched his fingers inside me in response. It was a process of sensitively learning how I reacted to different movements of his tongue.
“Uh… Ah…”
Slurp, slurp, kiss. Eventually, Johann became equally aroused, losing control of his senses. It all began with his marks on my b*****s.
“Ah, huh…”
It was my husband who was sucking my b*****s, yet I felt a peculiar sense of fulfillment. When he fondled and massaged it with his hands, I couldn’t help but feel delighted. It was an uncommon moment of Johann becoming excited about me.
Sucking vigorously on one b****t while tightly grasping the other with his sunburned hand, the rhythmic sounds resonated, making my stomach feel warm.
“Uh…”
As Johann continued to stimulate the sensitive area between my legs with his two fingers, the pleasure became overwhelming. However, it was clear that this alone wouldn’t satisfy me.
“Johann…”
I brought my legs closer to his center. Massaging the firm bulge with my sock-covered feet, I provoked him.
“Haah, uuh…”
Johann, who was breathing heavily against my b****t, lifted his mouth from my swollen tips.
“I think the soup is getting cold,” he said, detaching my feet from his center.
Johann hesitated. He was like a primal beast, but when he started desiring the source of that instinct, he suddenly regained his rationality.
Although Johann caressed me, he tended to avoid penetration. Frustrated by his tendency to satisfy only me and then stop, I once asked him, “Johann, why don’t you make love to me?”
“If this isn’t love, then what are we doing right now?”
“Why don’t you do things that would make you feel better?”
“I’m feeling so good right now that it’s a problem, haa.”
His responses, knowingly deflecting the true meaning of my words, irritated me.
“Why don’t you put this inside me and shake it up?”
Taking matters into my own hands, I held his visibly e***t organ, making Johann blush uncomfortably.
“I enjoyed it, but didn’t you? Am I not doing it right?”
“Don’t say that. You’re not a woman selling her body. You don’t need to exert yourself to satisfy me. In fact, every time we’re together, I’m so satisfied that it becomes awkward.”
“Awkward? Why?”
“Because… I’m afraid you might get pregnant.”
I was relieved that his reluctance wasn’t due to dissatisfaction. But why be afraid of having a child?
“Johann, if God blesses us with a child, I’m ready to embrace it with joy anytime.”
Ironically, even after that night when Johann climaxed inside me, I didn’t know how heartbreaking it was when I discovered I wasn’t pregnant.
I want to have a child.
Even if it’s a bit lacking, we’re not starving; even if we’re not well-dressed, we’re not naked. We may not have a home, but we have a roof over our heads. And above all, isn’t it peaceful here?
But Johann never comes around. He just talks about going back to his hometown.
His hometown is probably more of a ruin than here, and if our family, whose survival is unknown, isn’t wealthy, we would still be penniless there. Perhaps it’s even tougher in the harsh city.
I couldn’t understand Johann.
“Let’s have a meal first.”
Johann, once again refusing penetration, gently wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand and covered my blouse, returning to his usual gentle demeanor in an instant.
But beneath his waist was still a long way off before returning to the polite Johann. I pleaded with him while stroking the bulging front of his pants.
“If you let me eat this, I promise I’ll eat as much as you want me to for dinner.”
As a woman with a short mouth and a small stomach, it was a bold offer. For a man who worried about me not gaining weight, my appetite was a welcome offer.
“Really?”
“Yes. Would I break my promise with you?”
“One bowl of soup, two slices of bread, six slices of salami, and cheese the size of a plum.”
Just hearing it made me feel full, but I nodded.
“All right. I’ll eat whatever you give me.”
“Okay. In that case…”
Johann untied the front of his pants, revealing his manhood. The substantial weight was overwhelming that it was long enough to cover my face and just looking at it made me feel like I was holding a chunky salami.
Knowing I would have to eat that was already making me feel like my stomach would burst, yet the emptiness was so intense that it was unbearable. Despite being tired of getting told to eat six pieces of salami, the thought of swallowing the gigantic chunk whole made my mouth water.
Johann, who had been watching me with a smirk, swallowed his saliva with a gulp and then pulled me into an embrace, planting a kiss on my lips.
After a brief kiss, he placed his manhood in my hand. As our lips separated, he held me close, clearing the items on the table with one hand.
In the meantime, I fervently grasped the hot flesh pole, as hot as freshly baked bread. As blood rushed in the column of flesh, the muscles were distinctly split, veins and tendons protruded prominently.
