Wet Point: Chapter 3.11

“Ah, heuh… … .”

Yi-an did not expect the man to make him guess it like this… The man shattered Yi-an’s common sense every time. The current situation was no different.

The man held Yi-an’s legs in place from behind, practically hugging him. On the outside, the man’s thick thighs were spread apart, and Yi-an’s body sat between them, forcing him to assume the same position with his groin spread open as the man did. The only slight difference from him assuming the position alone was that the man was pressing down on Yi-an’s ankles with his feet to prevent him from changing his posture on his own.

“This isn’t the time for me to suck on your pussy. You’ve really gotten into the wrong habits.”

“Aheuh! I, I’m sorry… Aheut!”

‘Jjaak!’ The man slapped the twitching vulva with his palm. At that, a single drop of milky white fluid trickled out from the nipples, which had stopped producing milk. Yi-an’s plump, protruding nipples were still tingling; the nipple pores were twitching and quivering, gaping wide open as if still aroused.

By now, the man could fully guess how to make the breasts burst. He passed the front pussy mound, tracing the ridge and slowly rubbed his fingers against the perineum, the most tender part of the soft skin. Each time the man’s rough fingers brushed against the soft perineum, a suffocating tingling sensation surged up. Yi-an’s toes, already pressed down by the man’s heavy weight, instinctively curled up.

“Hnng, hng…”

After stroking the perineum a few times to check the sensitivity, the man finally brought out an unwrapped chocolate and squished it down with his finger. Then, smearing the sticky liquid onto his index finger, he unhesitatingly scraped down the perineum. As the finger, coated in sticky fluid, wandered over the perineum without warning, Yi-an’s buttocks twitched violently.

The man stroked from the middle of the perineum down to the bottom with slow, deliberate movements. At the subtle yet sluggish touch, the tense perineum tightened, and “heut…” Barely able to breathe, Yi-an tried to twist his waist, only to be smacked in the front pussy by the man once again.

“You have to behave.”

“Ahhh, I, I’m sorry…….”

The swollen front pussy trembled as if convulsing. The man licked his lips at the single stream of clear fluid that oozed out little by little with every gaping of the vaginal opening. Milk was clearly flowing out of his breasts as well, but regrettably, it was now time to teach his lower hole. He made an effort to lower his gaze, turning away from the lusciously ripe nipples.

“Eut…….”

The milk flowing down his plump breasts was enough to pass his navel and reach his front pussy. If left like this, it would touch his pussy flesh, irritate the man again, and he would get a good spanking. Watching the man, Yi-an cautiously lowered his hand to wipe away the fluid. Noticing this, the man slapped his front pussy flesh once more.

“Ahhh… … !”

Yi-an thrust his hips up as if he were about to faint. He struggled to spread his thighs, which were reflexively contracting, while his burning vagina trembled violently.

Wet Point: Chapter 3.12

Wet Point: Chapter 3.10

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