Light, prolonged
春分 [2] / [33]
Her hand gripped his shaft firmly, and she moved it up and down, as he placed the tip of his penis into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him. As her hand moved down at every stroke, she squeezed his balls, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Before he knew it, she was moving faster and faster, and his hand gripped the back of her head firmly, urging her to keep going. He knew he was going to cum soon, but she didn't stop. She was as eager as ever as he exploded inside of her mouth. She lovingly sucked his tip dry, and swallowed. He collapsed back on the pillows, drained, but relaxed.
“I will show you something that will help you relax,”
Cynthia told him when his breath subsided enough.
“I think I've already seen it,”
he said. She chuckled.
“I will never stop until I rid you of that woman completely,”
she said, in a half-asleep voice.
“Then should I keep her inside me longer?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Can you endure that?”
she asked, still in a drowsy voice.
Alexander smiled and hugged her from behind. He caressed her breasts and belly. Her body felt so smooth, like fine silk. He could feel her heart beating regularly and could smell the lily fragrance from her hair. He inhaled deeply, and it seemed soothing to his mind and heart. While concentrating on the sound of her heartbeat, he fell into a very sound sleep.
An alarm bell roused him noisily, and he opened his eyes. It was 6 in the morning. When he got out of the bedroom, he found the opposite room that he’d never gone into with the door opened, and turned the light on inside.
There were glass shelves and showcases on every wall and in every corner. This room was not very big, but enough to display a few things set up in an array. The light was not very clear, but soft and delicate, so it didn’t hurt his eyes that were still adjusting to the morning. The light shone from a beautiful small chandelier on the ceiling.
Moreover, the room was filled with a beautiful aroma. His mood inflated. He could see dozens of small bottles and candles, and various colored objects. When he got close and grabbed one of the especially showy color clods, Cynthia crept up beside him. It took a moment for him to recognize her presence.
“What is all of this?”
he asked.
“Ah, just some perfumes, scents, and fragrances I’ve collected."
She picked up a random tin candle from the shelf, opened its lid, and held it out right in front of his nose.
“Smell this,”
she said. He could smell sweet, freshly washed and dried linen sheets.
“Splendid!”
