“Ah, yes.”

His lips, which had been licking her pink n*pple with the flat of his tongue as if tasting it, moved down to her flat stomach. Kiss, kiss, the tender succession of kisses wandered around her round navel.

Her legs melted limply from the ticklish sensation. Without even trying to tense up, her vaginal opening involuntarily clenched and tightened.

After passing her navel, his lips descended even lower. Catherine, dazed and swept away by lewd anticipation, jerked her hips in surprise when Michael’s straight bridge of nose touched near her p*ssy, which formed a small bush.

“W-wait. Michael, th-that area, eek, no way…… Ah, mmm.”

“Shh- It’s okay.”

Michael, whispering softly, coaxing and soothing her, once again kissed the small bush of her hair.

Catherine felt like she was going to lose her mind because of Michael burying his nose and lips unhesitatingly into her bush. That place shouldn’t be touched, she hadn’t even washed herself…….

Michael lightly subdued Catherine as she squirmed in resistance. Her legs were placed over Michael’s shoulders, and he positioned himself between the red petals that spread open as if welcoming him.

Haah.

Michael exhaled a heated sigh over Catherine’s trembling fingers. Catherine nearly burst into tears at the feeling of his breath so explicitly felt between her fingers.

This wasn’t right. It really wasn’t right. This was insane.

She had seen such acts in books, but never thought she would be doing it herself. Although the act was described as providing tremendous pleasure, she thought she could never do it, and Michael couldn’t either.

But she was wrong. Michael unhesitatingly lowered his lips between her private parts. She couldn’t believe Michael would bury his lips in her widely spread p*ssy, even though it was covered by her fingers.

Moreover, Catherine wasn’t even freshly washed like Michael. She was in her raw state, soaked with heat and excitement.

“No, don’t. Michael, ah, don’t.”

“Don’t do what, Catherine?”

Michael’s whispered breathing seeped through the spaces between her fingers. At that thrilling sensation, the spread private part beneath her palm became wet. Feeling her hand getting damp, Catherine shook her head vigorously. Tears welled up.

“Ah, no. This isn’t, Michael, not now, not this. Please. Okay?”

You like things clean, don’t you? You’ve always been obsessively maintaining cleanliness. So why are you doing this to me?

Smooch. His lips gently collided with the back of her hand. Ah, this was maddening. Her b*ttocks trembled and quivered. Her breaths grew shallow, trembling as if each one were a suppressed sob.

“You need to speak clearly for me to understand. Don’t do what? And why not now?”

Michael’s voice, sunk into a husky tone, continued as if teasing her. Soon after, his sharp nose burrowed between her fingers. After taking a deep breath, he said:

“I love how strong your scent is right now……”

Catherine squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel Michael’s nose bridge explicitly rummaging through her intimate place.

“No, I-I hate, nngh.”

“You smell incredibly delicious, Catherine.”

“You’re lying!”

“Don’t be tense. You know I care for you more than anyone else.”

“Ah, ngh! Hah……”

He lightly licked Catherine’s fingers and then pushed his tongue between them. While she gasped in surprise, his wet, hot tongue boldly penetrated between her fingers, prying into the hidden flesh.

“Ah!”

Tears welled up and her eyes flew open at that surprisingly unfamiliar sensation. The leaking love juices couldn’t be controlled. Michael put more strength into the tip of his tongue and finally split the flesh hidden under her palm.

“Ah, ugh! Hnng……! Mi-Michael.”

Michael’s tongue rummaged through Catherine’s flesh like a water snake. That hot and wet appendage moved in search of an even hotter and wetter place. Electricity surged through her mind. Her whole body tingled as if struck by tiny lightning bolts, and her mind was in chaos.

“This place, I was curious about it.”

He muttered while breathing heavily.

“Whether it would taste the same as back then.”

“This is strange. Strange, Michael. Haahng.”

Both the slippery sensation of his tongue seeping through her fingers and the feeling of his firm tongue piercing her split flesh to strike her sensitive spot drove Catherine crazy. The strength in her hand, which had been exerting all its might, naturally drained away.

“Ugh, mmng! Hng, ah, aah!”

Catherine finally collapsed, convulsing and twisting her b*ttocks. Her weakened hand grabbed and rummaged through Michael’s hair that was digging in.

The red flesh, plumply swollen and dripping wet, was fully exposed before Michael’s eyes.

Gulp.

Swallowing dryly and licking his lips, Michael unhesitatingly extended his tongue and licked it upward. As he firmly rubbed the wide part of his tongue against that small, narrow place, Catherine let out a moan that sounded like a scream.

“Hnng, Mi, ah, Michael! Ah, aah!”

Her trembling thighs gripped Michael tightly. Though she didn’t want to move, her waist twisted and bounced involuntarily.

“Stay still. You need to stay still, Catherine.”

Michael soothed her while licking up all the love juices flowing between Catherine’s split crevice. This was an unbelievable sensation. Catherine was completely out of her mind, like someone struck by lightning.

“Ha, hnng, ha, ammng.”

Sounds that couldn’t be distinguished between sobs and moans leaked out messily. Clear saliva flowed freely over her lips.

Slurp, sluuurp.

The sound of Catherine’s private part rubbing against Michael’s lips echoed lewdly in the quiet room.

Between the twitching and convulsing flesh, a small bead-like piece of flesh swelled plumply. Whenever Michael’s tongue brushed against it, sobbing sounds burst from Catherine’s mouth.

Michael immediately recognized it as Catherine’s cl*toris.

Without hesitation, he sucked it into his mouth. The tiny, adorable thing tantalizingly stimulated his taste buds. As he vigorously sucked on the small piece of flesh, Catherine’s convulsions grew stronger.

Her messy moans, the sight of Catherine crying from the unbearable stimulation—it was all incredibly obscene and lewd, and she looked smaller and more vulnerable than ever before.

Lovely Catherine.

From sucking and licking so much, his own saliva became more abundant than Catherine’s love juices. The glistening flesh that revealed its insides looked lewd.

As the flesh trembled enticingly, seemingly inviting him to enter, Michael unhesitatingly thrust his tongue in several times.

Although his er*ect c*ck was painfully hard, he couldn’t stop thrusting his tongue into Catherine’s vaginal opening. The sight of the fragile and delicate Catherine crumbling and sobbing under his hands and tongue was incredibly endearing.

“Look at this, Catherine. How much you’re dripping. Just look at this.”

He demonstratively rubbed his tongue, making squelching sounds. When Michael stimulated that place, which was pooled with a mixture of his saliva and her juices, with his palm, Catherine screamed.

“N-nngh, haa. D-don’t, Michael. Haah!”

“No. I can’t do that. Catherine…… I promised to let you experience climax.”

“Mmng! Ah, ugh, mmng!”

The smell of Catherine’s flesh intoxicated him, and her sweet love juices made him thirstier the more he drank.

Michael spread Catherine’s flesh wide with his fingers. Then, as clear fluid dripped steadily, he inserted his tongue deeper into that red entrance that had opened up. All while rubbing her plumply swollen cl*toris with his fingertips.

“Ah, hnng…… Mmng! Th-there……!”

Catherine, who had been shaking her head saying she hated it and it was embarrassing, now begged him with tears in her eyes. She gently bounced her hips, slightly nibbling on Michael’s tongue.

My incredibly lewd old friend. Just a month ago, I couldn’t have imagined doing this with you, not even in my wildest dreams.

Looking at the disheveled Catherine, Michael felt his manhood expanding to the point where it couldn’t grow any larger. The tip, blocked by clothing, felt painfully constrained.

Michael withdrew his probing tongue and bit her cl*toris. Then he inserted his finger into Catherine’s wet hole, which he had thoroughly ravaged with his tongue.

Catherine’s pretty, swollen p*ssy hungrily swallowed his long, neat finger.

That sight heightened Michael’s arousal.

“Ah, hnng!”

Catherine reacted strongly as if feeling the foreign object. Her wet body writhed beautifully under the deep orange sunset. Michael didn’t hesitate to push in a second finger.

“Ah, Mi-Michael. Michael!”

“Does it hurt, Catherine?”

To that question, Catherine shook her head from side to side. It didn’t hurt. Surprisingly, there was no pain, only stimulation.

Hearing her response, Michael gladly moved his hand. As he pushed his fingers in and out in a f*cking motion, Catherine almost sobbed as if she couldn’t breathe.

He needed to stretch her more. To prevent Catherine from crying like before, to prevent her from making impertinent remarks about s*xual compatibility and painful memories, he needed to give her more, more stimulation.

Only then would those dangerous statements about seeking pleasure with other men not come out of those pretty lips.

Veins bulged on Michael’s forearm. The more his scissors-like fingers rummaged through the sticky flesh that clung tightly, the more Catherine’s plump b*ttocks shook enticingly.

“It’s squeezing. Here.”

Michael remarked in low admiration as he stared at Catherine’s flesh sucking and releasing his hand. It was an incredibly lewd sight.

He couldn’t show this sight to anyone else. This flesh that bit his fingers had to be a place only he could taste. If someone else were to wound and probe this fragile p*ssy, he felt he wouldn’t be able to bear it.