The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 41
In an instant, her supple body swayed greatly. When she tried to pull her hips back, Serdin firmly gripped her thighs and deeply inserted his tongue into her entrance. At the feeling of his flesh parting her melted inner flesh, she unconsciously grabbed his hair.
It was a moment when she could neither push him away nor actively pull his face closer. Serdin rolled his tongue that was deeply buried in her honeypot, then pulled it out and gently pushed it back in like piston movements. Determined not to miss a single moment of Psyche’s ever-changing expressions, his gaze remained intensely fixed on her face.
Psyche trembled delicately, not knowing what to do. His tongue, which entered and exited her entrance while sucking up her fluids, was excessively hot, and his gaze fixed on her face was even hotter. Even his forearms tightly embracing her thighs – nothing wasn’t burning hot.
Would her entire body burn to black ashes at this rate? It was the moment she tightly closed her eyes while having such nonsensical worries. Serdin caught her protruding bud between his lips and pressed it with his thick tongue, rubbing it quickly.
“Hik, ah, aah, Ser-Serdin, ahnng…!”
With her eyes closed, the sensations of being sucked and pressed below felt even more vivid. He, who had moved carefully as if exploring at first, became increasingly merciless. He rapidly stirred her entrance with his thick tongue while roughly rubbing her c******s with the bridge of his nose. Psyche felt her rationality gradually becoming hazy.
Unconsciously, she gripped his hair tightly as if fussing and pressed her lower region firmly against his face. With all her nerves concentrated between her legs, she wasn’t aware that she was grinding her womanhood against his face.
She also didn’t notice when the arms firmly holding her thighs loosened their grip. Since her eyes remained tightly shut, she didn’t see Serdin removing all his undergarments either.
Her eyes reopened when something hard began to part and dig into her delicate flesh.
“…!”
Psyche was so shocked she couldn’t even make a sound. Wondering if he had already inserted his manhood, her reflexive glance downward revealed two thick knuckles buried in her below.
“Ah, no, hik, ta-take them out…!”
She twisted her waist, trying to escape from him. However, the more she struggled, the deeper his firm fingers stirred inside her womanhood. The sound of thick, hard fingers friction against wet membranes could be heard.
“If I take these out, you know what I’ll put in next, haa.”
“Ahng, don’t…!”
“Really want me to take them out? Is that what you want?”
Serdin lifted his face from where it had been buried in her womanhood. Then he moved his fingers more deliberately. He strongly rubbed the spots where Psyche was particularly sensitive, and forcefully spread her tight interior by repeatedly scissors-spreading and closing his fingers. When her reddened inner walls, engorged with excitement, convulsed and tightly gripped his protruding knuckles, another finger entered.
“Huu, ngh, w-wait, ahng…!”
The back-and-forth movements stirring her inside as they pleased grew faster. Her ears burned from the wet sounds coming from below. Psyche pushed against him frantically while making crying sounds. The mountain-like massive man didn’t budge at all, and as the stimulation intensified, her mind buzzed so loudly she couldn’t regain her senses.
From the brief glance below, fluids splattered everywhere. There was so much of it that it smeared all the way to his wrist. A rush of intense excitement and shame coursed down her spine. Unable to bear looking any longer, she tightly shut her eyes once more.
“Ah, open your eyes, Psyche.”
Serdin commanded in a voice rough with urgency, thrusting three fingers deep inside in one swift motion. “Ah!” Unable to endure the overwhelming pleasure, she writhed, but Serdin remained unfazed, moving even deeper and faster within her.
“No, I don’t want this, I don’t…!”
“If you don’t want me, ah, to take you right now, open your eyes.”
“Ah…!”
“Look with your own eyes. See, ha, what I’ve done while imagining you all this time.”
Psyche finally turned her head to look downward. The sight that unfolded before her sent her mind spiraling into a daze.
Serdin was pleasuring himself. His gaze bore into her intensely, fingers buried deep between her pale thighs.
The sharp line of his nose, his flushed cheeks tinged with arousal, and the wetness glistening at the corner of his lips made her heart pound rapidly. On his strikingly handsome forehead, faint wrinkles appeared—a testament to the focus with which he was immersed in the act.
Faced with that sensual yet breathtaking sight, Psyche felt a conflicting urge to tightly shut her eyes again and an equally strong desire to keep gazing at him. Soon, as his manhood came into view, her face flushed a deep red.
