"Are you...just aroused?" Only one way to find out. She squeezed my breasts, eliciting a moan so deep, so primal, it surprised even me. "Oooooooaahhhhhhh," I gasped, the sound echoing the confusion churning within. My body was betraying me, reacting in ways I didn't understand. Her words hit me like a slap: "You come to my humble shop, eye me all up, touch my breast, my dick, lick my fluids, and then you break down getting all aroused and horny. What to do. WHAT TO DO." She began stroking herself, the sight both terrifying and strangely alluring. I trembled, fear constricting my chest. Was this what she intended? I tried to rise, but she anticipated my movement. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she purred, her voice a silken caress against my rising panic. "I'm not going to pop your cherry. I was just thinking about helping you, from one girl to another," she added, playing with her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her fingers continued their exploration of my breasts. "What do you say, you'd like that – hot stuff?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires. The arousal that had been simmering since the beginning of the day, combined with her blatant confidence and the undeniable pull I felt towards her, overwhelmed my apprehension. A shy nod was my only response. "Hehe, then just relax and have fun, while I will too, getting a taste of you, Sugar Tease." She stole a kiss, her lips soft yet demanding, her hands still roaming my body. Her tongue, as promised, worked magic, leaving me breathless, panting for more. With practiced ease, she removed my blouse, her fingers deftly pushing my bra aside, her tongue finding the taut peaks of my nipples. "Fuck...ohhhh god," I cried out, the pleasure intense, overwhelming. Each touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me. Unnoticed by me, she slipped my skirt down, her fingers gliding along my thighs, sending waves of heat through my body. Her touch was feather-light yet incredibly sensual, making me feel as though I might melt into a puddle of desire. She found the dampness of my panties, a silent testament to my arousal. "Hehe, you are but a Dripping Temptation," she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. She removed my panties with a swift movement and then, her tongue found its target. "Mhm, divine," she murmured, her tongue tracing the contours of my labia, teasing, exploring. She licked my clitoris, the sensation sending jolts of pure pleasure through me. A low moan escaped my lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. My breath hitched, my body arching involuntarily as she continued her ministrations. The rhythm of her tongue, the pressure of her lips, the heat of her breath – it was a symphony of sensation that left me utterly helpless.
It didn't take long before I was on the verge of climax. She paused, her eyes locking with mine, a mixture of amusement and admiration in their depths. "My, that didn't take long. Am I just too good, or are you just such a horny little one?" she teased. I couldn't answer, my breath stolen by the intensity of the experience. After what felt like an eternity, I finally caught my breath, the heat still simmering within me. "Why?" I managed to whisper, the question a desperate plea for understanding. She slipped two fingers into my mouth, and instinctively, I began to suck on them, wetting them with my saliva. I didn't care; the small part of my brain that still functioned was simply grateful for the continuation of her touch. Once satisfied with their lubrication, she moved back down, slowly inserting her fingers into my core. She explored, her fingers mapping the landscape of my inner being, sensing, as she put it, the absence of a hymen and the readiness of my body, a testament to the facility's transformation.
My moans grew louder, deeper, a guttural symphony of pleasure. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm," I cried out, the sound lost in the wave of sensation that washed over me. Her fingers moved with a rhythm that perfectly matched the rising tide of my desire. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that I felt myself nearing the precipice of another orgasm. She stopped, sensing my impending release. "Nnnnggggghhhhhhh," I groaned, a sound of frustrated anticipation. She moved up, stroking my hair, her touch gentle yet reassuring. "Now, now. You're doing great, sweetheart. I just enjoy myself too much to rush things, you know. Now let's just make up a bit, and then you'll get what you desire." She leaned in for another kiss, her tongue exploring the depths of my mouth, leaving me breathless, gasping for air. Euphoria washed over me, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Parting our lips, she moved down, her fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. The dual assault sent shivers of pleasure through me, a wave of heat building within my core. Watery sounds accompanied my heavy breathing, the intensity of the pleasure leaving me speechless. My hips moved uncontrollably, my body responding to the rhythm of her touch. "Yes, that's it, now come for me, baby," she whispered, her voice a low purr in my ear. My mind was gone, lost in a sea of sensation. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a mixture of intense pleasure and a strange, almost painful intensity. I came hard, squirting all over her, the release so powerful it left me trembling. Yet, she didn't stop, her fingers and tongue continuing their relentless assault. The orgasm subsided, but the aftershocks lingered, leaving my body sensitive and aching for more. Another moan escaped my lips, "hhhhMMMMMhmMMMMMMMhhhh," a sound of pure, unbridled pleasure.
Another orgasm hit me, this time less painful, but equally intense. She continued her ministrations, her fingers and tongue working in perfect synchronization with my body's rhythm. She knew when to stop, when to tease, when to push me over the edge. She licked up the remaining fluids, her tongue savoring the taste. "Again. Divine. Mmhhhh," she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. She stood up, knowing I would need some time to recover. She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face, an idea forming in her mind.
