It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 86
The underskirt and bustier tumbled over the dress, and the torn garter flopped onto the floor.
Lifting me into his arms, Lionel strode towards the bed, showering my face with kisses.
He pressed light kisses on my swollen eyelids, a lingering press to the bridge of my nose.
By the time he laid me down, my shoes had slipped off one after the other, leaving me with almost nothing to cover me.
And then, Lionel’s lips left my face, and began to wander.
Trailing past my face, they traced my neck, licking and biting impatiently as he swiftly undid his cravat.
The buttons on his shirt came undone as quickly as the ribbon on my dress.
He demonstrated an astonishing skill by quickly shedding his jacket, vest, and shirt all at once, then buried his face between my legs like before.
“…Ah…!”
A shudder ran down my back.
As much as my body had anticipated this moment while we kissed, the sensation of pleasure was overwhelming.
Each press of his lips below sent a dizzying heat through me, making it impossible to stay still.
His tongue pressed firmly against my e***t c******s, rubbing in slow circles. The warmth and wetness pooled below, the evidence trickling down, leaving me breathless.
The slickened entrance caught Lionel’s attention, and he gently rubbed over it with his thumb, spreading the moisture across before pressing a finger into me.
“Ah…!”
It was a different kind of sensation from when he used his tongue. It was firmer, rougher. His touch reached deep inside, where his tongue couldn’t, slowly stroking the sensitive inner walls.
Even though there was a slight discomfort from the unfamiliar intrusion, the overwhelming pleasure from his tongue teasing my c**t far surpassed it.
As he curled his fingers and pressed against an internal spot, a deep, throbbing sensation built up inside, making my body tremble involuntarily.
“Mmh… ngh….”
My hips twitched and writhed as another finger slipped in, the motion growing more intense and urgent. The moment he started pressing and rubbing against one particular spot with precision, the pleasure became almost unbearable.
“Lionel… wait, just… wait….”
Feeling like I might make a serious mistake, I couldn’t stay still any longer.
As I reached out blindly, he lifted my ankle onto his shoulder, then intertwined our fingers, locking my hand in place.
‘This isn’t what I meant…!’
I barely had time to process before the crashing wave of climax overtook me.
“Ah…!”
My vision went white. entire body convulsed, a shuddering release sending liquid gushing out, wetting his palm and trickling down her p***y.
Lionel sat upright, watching her trembling form with an unwavering gaze.
Catching her breath, she met his eyes—and froze in disbelief.
He slowly ran his tongue up his soaked palm, licking away every drop, then meticulously cleaned between his fingers.
“Why are you….”
Though he had licked away traces before, this was entirely different.
“You’re completely drenched in your scent.”
His eyes curved into a satisfied smile, the corners flushed red with heat.
Then, his gaze lowered, and she followed it—her breath catching at what she saw.
His trousers were undone, and his c**k coated in a cloudy, wet sheen.
One hand had been holding hers, the other buried inside her, and yet, he had climaxed without touching himself.
‘Is that even possible…?’
The sheer depravity of the sight made her insides tighten involuntarily.
