Unspeakable Intimacy Chapter 1.1

 

Chapter 1.1: In the Dark Room (H)

Only gasps can be heard, which keep getting worse and worse.

The inability to see makes the hearing more sensitive, and even the sense of touch is ten times stronger.

The heavy breathing in the ear is mixed with the sound of "sizzling" water between the lips and tongue, and the rubbing and touching of the body is heavy and light, making people yearn for a little heavier and a little shallower.

Suddenly, there was an exhortation from the throat that was infinitely clear.

Immediately after, there was an inaudible sigh, and he said hoarsely: "He... has he touched here just now?"

The ending is upturned, sexy, and blurred.

Su Zhuo trembled all over; the hand that had just pinched her around her waist was still leisurely kneading the place he said on his mouth; the touch on his lips was soft and wet; and touches came from everywhere.

She put her arms around his neck, exerting a little force, trying to make her lips fit into his without any gaps.

But he didn't want to, so he turned his head and whispered in her ear: "Huh? what?"

He wouldn't let go of the question right now.

Su Zhuo wanted to speak, but his soft and hard tongue swept across her ears, and he was fascinated for a while.

The hand that was pulled up didn't hesitate for a second before unceremoniously holding and kneading her ɮʀɛǟֆȶ.

With a light snort in his mouth: "Did you deserve the punishment?" 

Su Zhuo leaned forward, rubbed his waist, and kissed his lips as she wished. After several times, she finally said: "...I want...you" is full of coquettish meaning.

"Is that so..." His voice was calm, full of lust; his tongue curled around her and squeezed it out.

Without stopping, the hands stretched down from the V-shaped neckline on the ƈɦɛֆȶ, and rubbed them a few times when they got slippery. Feeling unsatisfactory, they moved twice before taking off the ռɨքքʟɛ stickers. The hidden cherry red was immediately pinched, and gently fiddled with until it stood on the fingertips, and then covered the entire palm.

The red beads that are lightly gathered and slowly twirled are invisible in the dark, but the sense of presence cannot be ignored. He withdrew his palm, hooked his index finger around the collar, dragged it down a few inches, lowered his head, and easily caught the red bead.

　　"Hmm...um..." Su Zhuo subconsciously pushed his chest forward.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remove it. Her eyes were red with anxiety, and she hummed: "...tie."

He raised his head on his chest, couldn't help laughing, and loosened the tie and three buttons by himself. Then he took Su Zhou's boneless little hand, slipped it in from the unbuttoned neckline, and said, "Are you satisfied?"

He took the initiative to accept her kiss, touched her ɮʊȶȶօƈӄֆ with both hands, rubbed them vigorously twice, then lifted the hem of her gauze skirt and slipped his hands inside. The hand that touched the safety pants continued to move down, from the gap behind the ɮʊȶȶօƈӄֆ to between the legs.

Subconsciously, Su Zhuo tightened her thighs, but he didn't care, and he moved another two inches. His index finger gently scratched the fabric, and he heard a groan of satisfaction. Smiling lightly: "Get wet soon..."

"... wet..." Su Zhuo hummed softly.

He went up from the leg of the safety trousers, touched a piece of wet underwear, and put a little more force on his hands: "It's not enough..."

Su Zhuo leaned on him, and the strength of her legs clamped his fingers, making him have difficulty moving.

He simply didn't move, leaving his thumb to press down, apply a little bit of force, and then twist a little bit. After several repetitions, the strength with which he clamped his hand gradually decreased. The index finger hooked the edge of the wet panty, and the middle finger passed through the clump of hair, and slowly pressed against the extremely wet flower pot.

Still, there was resistance, and the groans came and went. The sensitive sense of touch made the senses stronger and then made them stronger again.

Su Zhuo hooked her shoulder with one hand, and fiddled with her chest weakly with the other hand; she only felt that the long fingertips touched the two lips, touched the flower hole, and then drove straight in, rampaging through the layers of inner walls .

The rampage made her superimpose pleasure: "Uh...um...slow down."

He really slowed down, but he hooked his fingertips and scratched the inner wall, going up and down for a while, filled with emptiness again, wanting to get heavier and faster, and then it's almost there...

　　"Uh...huh...don't..."

Hearing her humming dissatisfaction, he lowered his head and kissed Su Zhuo, holding Su Zhuo's tongue without moving his fingers indefinitely. Stop and start pushing hard. He doesn't know how many times he went in and out, and finally he pressed the flower hole with his thumb and rotated, feeling her trembling all over and enjoying the orgasm.

Her toes in the high-heeled shoes were tensed and then relaxed, until Su Zhuo lost all strength and hung on him.

"Came already?" He supported her body with one hand and slowly took it out from under her with the other.

Su Zhuo raised her eyelids, opened her mouth to enclose the flesh of his side neck, sucked hard, and only let go after a while. He murmured: "It's not cool..." He put his hands on the suit pants he was pushing up, and said in a charming voice, "It's cool to use here... ah..."

Su Zhuo grabbed his waist and hung on him, kissing him continuously.

After turning around and taking a step, the two of them stopped.

"Dong dong dong" knocking on the door incessantly.

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Translator note: 

Hi! I'm picking up a new series! 

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