We're Married, After All - Chapter 91
Danel, having glanced briefly at the woman’s face, without any hesitation thrust himself between her skirt. Her still-damp intimate area was exposed.
Danel stared steadily at the swollen mound. Although after their union the woman had carefully wiped away the leaking fluids with a handkerchief, Danel’s increasingly sensitive nose—sharpened by his heightened awareness of her scent—detected a foreign odor.
It smelled fishy.
Danel extended his tongue and began to lick the woman’s thigh. The odor of the earlier leaked fluids still clung to her skin. Amid the unpleasant taste, the familiar sweetness of her arousal mixed in.
His tongue, meticulously licking her thigh, gradually moved upward. It combed through, licked, and sucked at every strand of her skin… and before long it reached her lower abdomen.
Danel then spread the woman’s legs wide by resting them on the armrest of the sunbed.
As her labia parted, a small opening was revealed in full.
“Huh…”
The woman shivered, sensing a sudden chill. That vulnerable expression was almost heartbreakingly endearing.
Without holding back, Danel began kissing fervently on the flat skin of her lower abdomen. Immediately, the unmistakable scent of s***n reached his nostrils.
This time, he firmly gripped the woman’s thigh with both hands. In the wide gap between her spread legs, moisture dripped steadily, drop by drop.
Remaining in that position, Danel licked along the swollen mound. With relentless persistence, he ran his tongue over the coarse body hair—likely to completely erase any trace of the other man’s fluids.
As he erased the repugnant odor, fresh arousal began to leak from the opening. Even the s***n that had stubbornly clung to her inner walls slowly mixed into the clear liquid.
Before that fluid could run down completely, Danel blocked the woman’s opening with his tongue. The tip of his tongue carried the characteristic fishy taste of s***n.
The unpleasant taste grew even stronger the deeper he pressed his tongue. Yet Danel paid no heed as he meticulously licked every fold of her inner wall.
In places where the skin was deeply creased, he even prodded the wall with a raised tongue. Consequently, a chaotic mixture of fluids fell into his mouth with a splat.
Chuuup, chuuup.
Danel’s throat moved vigorously. As if trying to scrape away every trace of that man’s scent, he swallowed all the fluids, until only the familiar taste remained on his tongue.
There was no need to wait much longer. The woman was thoroughly aroused, and he knew all her vulnerable spots by heart. Soon, only the lascivious moisture she exuded filled his mouth.
Then Danel began to rub her c******s with his fingers. The sudden wave of pleasure made her mucous membranes grip his tongue tightly.
“Mmm… uh… mmm…”
From the crown of her head came a sweet, delicate sigh as her heavy thighs warmed in his grasp. The walls of her v****a, continuously releasing arousal, had become almost hot to the touch.
Danel imagined the sight of the woman struggling for breath. Although he enjoyed the act of pleasuring her—sucking her sleeping folds, or even scraping away remnants of another man’s s***n from within her—with all his heart, he had always regretted that he could never see her expression.
Surely, her expression would be different when she was filled by another man’s thrust…
In moments like these, he secretly wished she had met a better man. He longed for her face to betray the pleasure rather than appear numb. After all, there was no harm in her sharing herself with someone else now.
“Hah.”Danel sneered cynically as these thoughts crossed his mind.
When facing a woman, Danel was tormented by countless scenarios. He wished her fiancé had been a better man; he wished that if this fever took him, he would die; he even wished that he himself had been born first—in a multitude of conflicting thoughts.
Whether fortunate or not, such notions always ended quickly. Danel pushed aside the realization that he himself was the most dismal person, and instead focused all his senses on the woman.
In an effort to clear his mind, Danel intensified his tongue’s movements. The mucous membrane entwined with his tongue had already reached its limit; just a little more stimulation…
“Hruu… haa…”
Accompanied by rough breaths, his tongue squeezed as if it would cut through. Danel rubbed her c******s with his moist thumb. The relentless stimulation, both inside and out, made the woman’s thighs convulse with spasms.
Splurt!
At last, her vaginal walls erupted, spewing forth arousal in a gush. The woman, breathing rapidly, must have been drooling saliva from her lips.
For a woman so abundantly wet, that was natural.
Only after swallowing every drop of the fluid she released did Danel pull his face away from between her smooth, slick legs.
Meanwhile, the sky had taken on a yellowish hue.
Danel slowly rose to his feet. As he helped the woman redress by putting her discarded undergarments back on, the left leg that had been draped over the armrest slid softly onto his arm.
“…”
Danel stared steadily at his right arm. He could feel heat spreading along the areas where their bodies had touched. On impulse, his left hand fumbled at the fabric of his trousers.
Thump. As soon as he tugged down his trousers, his engorged member rose all the way to his navel. With that movement, a sticky secretion began to trickle down its length.
