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“Do you like it here? Which one of us do you like better, Franz or me?”
“Su-.. such a thing…. I-.. I don’t know.”
It seemed that Zanarf did not like Floria’s answer, and he hungrily pressed the stiff nipples with his tongue, chewing sweetly on them.
She couldn’t even think of a fragment of Franz. Her mind is occupied with Zanarf right now. However, the sweet throbbing pain brought on by Zanarf made her unable to help but expose her lewd behavior.
“Aa….., Ahh…..!”
Her white body jerked and swayed every time he took her in his mouth.
Floria’s limbs writhed uncontrollably under Zanarf and she made sweet noises.
‘Why is my heart pounding so hard when he’s doing such lewd things to me?’
She felt an unceasing surge of heat from the depths of her body.
“I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. You’re not a parrot princess, but a golden-throated sparrow, aren’t you? You make such a nice cry. Come on, you’ve got to do more.”
“Aaah.. ah, ah …… ah!”
It’s not that she was trying to make that sound. On the contrary, she was trying to hold back because she didn’t want to. However, every time he made a move, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips, and she felt like crying.
She couldn’t resist Zanarf. It feels so good that she can’t stand it…
“Hm? Why are your eyes so watery? Do you want me to make you feel something different?”
After sucking on the buds impatiently, Zanarf slides his lips down to the valley between her breasts and then made his way to her navel. A sweet spark ignited in all the places he touched.
At the same time, a rough finger reached up to her thigh. Slowly crawling up, the fingertips touch the soft, thin bush.
“Haahh…..”
She was so surprised that she made a funny sound.
The sound of Zanarf gulping down his saliva was so lewd that it made her heart skip a beat.
“Hmm, even here, it’s as golden as if a rose is melted in the bushes.”
“No.., that’s..”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It-.. It’s an unclean place, wet and …… dirty.”
Then Zanarf suddenly smiled.
“You really think so? Franz didn’t touch this place? Then he might have a stroke when he finds out what I’m about to do.”
Zanarf’s thick fingers reached out, pushing through the thin layer of pupic hair that was protecting the hidden spring. When his fingertip entered the crevice, there was an obscene wet sound, and the petals were pushed open from side to side.
Floria yelped and gasped in embarrassment.
“No.., such a place….!”
“Well, as I expected, it’s a clear pink. It’s like a cherry shellfish.”
Zanarf is watching her — Not only she is being watched, but she’s being observed closely.
Exposed to his heated gaze, the secret flesh quivered and trembled.
Zanarf forcibly pried open the petals, which were hard and closed like young buds, and brought his nose close to smell the fragrance of the honey that was overflowing from her honey pot.
“It smells delicious,” Zanarf said, “dripping with sweet honey.”
As soon as he said that, he grabbed Floria’s thighs and lifted her up. He pushed her up so tightly that she felt as if they might touch her breasts.
She was positioned as if she were a baby having a diaper change, and the embarrassment was so great that she could not help but feel faint.
“No… like this… ahh!”
His face was buried in an indecent place, and the tip of his long tongue stretched out. He licked up between the defenseless vagina, towards her secret core, colored like a rose petal.
“This is amazing. It’s superb.”
Soon, something warm and raw was inserted into her labia.
The warmth of the thing was soon slickly inserted into the nub of flesh, scooping up the mellow arousal that spilled out, and slowly licking up every last drop of it.
On top of the petals, inside…
He licked and melted the soft folds of flesh, making a deep noise.
“Ah…ahh…ahhh, ahhh…ahh…ahh”
‘You’ve got to be kidding me, right?’ Floria couldn’t believe her eyes.
The man’s head was stirring between her legs.
The way he teased her labia with his hot breath was incredibly lewd.
His tongue, which felt much hotter than her own, sunk back and forth between the wet slits of her flesh. Honey spilled out nonstop, and Zanarf slurped it up as if it were some sort of a reward.
Floria writhed with each thrust, unable to bear it, clutching the sheets, her hips twitching and bouncing as she wandered on the edge of pleasure.
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