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I used two fingers to gently part my labia, slowly showing him the fine, dense folds inside. Honey juice was already overflowing from the depths of the flower heart, drawing thin, glistening threads between my fingertips and the folds.

“And look at this little dot, this is the clitoris. It’s usually hidden inside, only revealing itself little by little when I’m excited enough… When you touched it just now, I almost couldn’t hold back, because every time it’s touched, my whole body trembles.”

I dipped my index finger in the honey juice and gently touched my clitoris. My body instinctively trembled, and I couldn’t help but gasp. I deliberately lifted my hand, letting the thread of honey juice glisten in the light, while letting the youth observe my reaction up close.

Then, I slowly spread my legs wider, using one hand to hold the small opening above my pussy. With my nail, I gently traced the outline of my urethral opening: “This is the urethra… A lot of people don’t know that this place can also be very sensitive. When you were licking it just now, I almost fell apart. I felt a hot current rising from inside, as if it was about to squirt out…”

A Lesson in Lust

    It was my first time walking side by side with Brother into a crowded subway car. People were flowing in, and the air was filled with a mix of smells. The coldness of metal, the dampness of concrete, the perfume and sweat of strangers, and the lingering scent of my own girlish body and fresh laundry.

    You stood behind me, your hand, with its burning warmth, gently resting on my waist through the smooth fabric of the skirt. With every sway of the subway, you would tighten your arm, pulling me softly into your embrace. My back was pressed against your chest, my nipples feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat through the thin tank top. That warmth and security relaxed every nerve in my body, yet this intimacy made me even more shy. A warm liquid had already quietly flowed out of my pussy.

    My body, in the rhythm of this city, seemed to be constantly flowing, convulsing, longing, and exposing itself just for you…

    Lust in High Heels

      I’m Silrain, a girl who has long lost her innocence, with nothing left but endless shame and obedience under your and their play. My body is so sensitive it feels as if it has been peeled, especially my most private places—my nipples, clitoris, pussy, and the asshole hidden deep inside. They seem to be born for pleasure; with just one gentle tease from you, they will immediately convulse and tremble, completely out of my control.

      My pussy is naturally so tight, as if it exists to wrap around you. The entrance is as soft as a petal, yet it can’t help but automatically clench. Whenever your burning hot cock fills me, it greedily sucks and contracts as if it has a life of its own, and with every thrust, it makes a sticky “squish, squish” sound.

      My body is like this, wrapped by you in my favorite materials, wet, stretched, and clinging. The semi-transparent tank top allows my nipples to press directly against the fabric, with my areolas vaguely visible. The love juice will run down my thighs from under the skirt, leaving wet vertical lines, and a light pat will make it “pop” and splash.

      My body is wrapped by you like this, with every piece of fabric unable to hide the hot, trembling flesh underneath. They are all just waiting for you to tear them open, and then brutally thrust in.

      The Confessions of Silrain

        He was still a bit shy and nervous, but when I put my finger into his mouth, his eyes immediately lit up. His lips and teeth gently wrapped around my fingertip, and his tongue swirled around my fingerpad, lightly brushing each space between my fingers. A numbing sensation immediately pierced into my heart.

        While gasping softly, I gently instructed him: “You can also lick the back of my hand… the base of my nails is also very sensitive…” He obediently licked it, again and again, from my palm, the back of my hand, to each knuckle, joint, and the space between my fingers. Each lick carried a hint of careful exploration, yet also the unique impulse and boyishness of a young man.

        I let out a soft laugh with a hint of coyness and seduction, “From now on, you can do whatever you want. My body will remember your every caress… Do you want to try going lower?” My body slightly lifted, every inch of me softened due to his learning and exploration, and also became extremely numb with excitement, because I was about to be completely possessed.

        Guidance and Surrender: Tasting Forbidden Fruit

          error: The entry bites a little… but with a slick caress, it could flow like velvet rain. 🌙