The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 7
Amber tightly squeezed the man’s arm with her right hand, closing her eyes tightly.
Even if she were told to hit him, as delicately raised as she was, that was not possible. It would be nothing more than sticking a single fingernail.
Moreover, the problem now was that she didn’t dislike it.
Strange as it may sound, it seemed like Igmeyer’s heart had opened slightly.
‘I’m getting older, while he is still young, is that why?’
Whenever Igmeyer’s lips touch or tickle her neck, it felt as if someone were scratching the inside of her thighs, it was burning. She couldn’t without crossing her legs.
At the same time, he didn’t forget to stroke the inside of her thighs with one hand, brushing against the intimate opening that had been exposed just a moment ago.
“Uh…”
“Don’t hold back the sound.”
“But…!”
When in bed, a wife should make as little noise as possible. Silence until the end. Holding one’s breath is the law…
“Come on, you don’t have to endure. Yell.”
He urged her with a coaxing tone. Amber, exhaling a shaky breath into the air, wrapped her arms around the man’s back.
The man’s member began to assert its presence again.
The man who, even after e*********g twice, still knew no satisfaction and poked at her thighs.
Feeling the unfamiliar sensation, Amber tilted her head back, exhaling a breathless sigh.
Although he hadn’t lifted or dropped his hips yet, just the natural intimacy moving along her lips made her body feel engulfed in heat.
Trapped in his firm and broad chest, just feeling his breath made her mind go hazy.
The rough lips that were desperate earlier gradually slowed down to match the rhythm of the woman’s breathing.
One hand lightly grasped and shook the protruding n****e, while the other massaged the entire b****t.
The soft flesh wobbled at the man’s touch.
“Ah!”
In an instant, he swallowed the succulent fruit core.
The man playfully rolled the n****e on his tongue, sometimes squeezing it with his teeth, and deliberately sucked on it with a lascivious touch.
“Ha, Ah!”
The more intense the frequency, the more screams flowed out from Amber.
Unable to endure the high pitch, the intense sound eventually severed the man’s self-control.
Igmeyer spread the woman’s legs wide, the place that was wet as it received the man’s thing before was shiny once again by the slippery liquid.
The desire to suck it right away and the desire to calm the throbbing flesh that surged upward hit the man’s head simultaneously.
At that moment, as Amber took a deep breath, the hole that had been trembling opened, and a lewd liquid flowed from her private part. And the man stopped. If he didn’t stop there, he might have released onto her chest.
However, he exercised patience and slowly inserted from the entrance. Rather than pushing in all at once, he started from the tip. Then the root slowly, taking his time to push it in.
He might have succeeded in not appearing impatient on the outside. Thirst and desire that had been suppressed for a while twisted and sat in his stomach.
He lifted his hips, barely suppressing the urge to rush forward, and twisted Amber’s n****e.
“Ha-eung!”
Another moan escaped from the woman’s mouth.
The previously pale b*****s were now filled with marks in various places.
Amber looked at Igmeyer fixating on her chest and covered her eyes with both hands.
The stimulation was too intense.
Due to the man’s intense sucking, the sensation of the already sensitive n****e had reached its peak.
Moreover, her lower body was already swallowing the enlarged flesh, making her mind go hazy.
‘I can’t think of anything.’
Bodies overlapping without a single piece of cloth. At least, this moment is free from falsehood or hypocrisy.
A time when there’s no need to hold onto reason.
The cluttered thoughts in her mind begin to be dyed with a pure white color.
Every time he thrusts through the moist inner walls, poking the deepest flesh, her waist moves as he pleases. It was impossible to endure without lifting the pelvis and shaking the hips.
Igmeyer grabbed Amber’s hips and slipped his hand behind her waist. Lifting her up over the broad and firm thighs, he began to push her from below.
“Hmm, Ah, Ah, Ah!”
Amber’s moans mixed in with erratic breaths.
As the short moment of slowly entering passed, the man pushed forcefully, as if hoping for compensation for his patience.
A viscous fluid trickled down the large and firm thighs incomparable to anything.
The tender skin touching, the friction sound, and the rising heat, it felt like everything below might melt away.
As the breaths cut through the air chaotically, her mind simplified.
‘I don’t dislike it. No, this time it even feels good.’
