"Stick your ass up higher."
"So slutty."
"Baby, you're flowing so much pussy juice, I want to eat it, give it all to me to eat, okay?"
The woman had a delicate figure, her waist slender as if bound, and at this moment, she was completely naked, kneeling on the bed, arching her plump, fair buttocks, occasionally letting out incoherent moans from her mouth.
"Mm~ Uh..."
The man behind her parted her ass cheeks, sliding his long fingers inside, rubbing and soothing along her endlessly flowing flower hole, his voice low and hoarse: "Give it all to me to eat, okay?"
The woman just kept humming, not answering, so those fingers suddenly increased their force, pinching straight onto her clit ahead, twisting hard.
"Ah~"
The woman's voice changed pitch, but the man chuckled lightly, not only not easing up, but using his free thumb to press on the entrance, sinking in half a fingertip, scraping vigorously at the shallow, fragile flesh inside.
"Such a slutty pussy, you really don't want a man to lick it?"
"I'll stick my tongue in, licking your slutty pussy while sucking your juices, swallowing all your slutty fluids."
"Sophi, can I lick it?"
"Sophi, do you want it?"
...
Do you want it?
Sophia certainly did.
Even though a week had passed, she still couldn't forget that tumultuous night. She was panting nonstop, half-resisting yet welcoming, and then the man really pressed his lips against her.
He really kissed her labia.
Such hot temperature, such strong force, it really made her feel so good, so happy. The man parted her ass, licking her pussy wantonly from behind, from the entrance to the clit, then from the clit all the way down, using his rough, hot tongue to thrust again and again into her soft, wet, tender hole.
Later, that tongue really pushed in, curling her slutty juices, scraping her inner walls, driving her to ecstasy.
Sophia couldn't describe the sensations at the time, but she still remembered that electrifying stimulation throughout her body.
She wanted it so badly.
Down there, she was already flowing a lot of juice, so much that it soaked her panties. She really wanted that man to pull off her panties, press her onto the bed, the sofa, even the floor-to-ceiling window or the floor—anywhere, as long as he licked her pussy again, stuck his tongue into that hungry, contracting little hole. She'd do anything for it.
"Sophi?" Her husband, however, was standing not far away, wearing an apron, calling her with gentle brows: "Come eat dinner."
"Oh," Her panties were a soaked mess, but Sophia didn't have time to change. She could only force herself out of her memories and fantasies, saying to her husband: "Coming right away."
...
Today was actually her and Adam's second wedding anniversary.
Adam, her husband, had exceptional looks and an extraordinary temperament. He earned his PhD at 24, and now at 26, he was a professor at Tsinghua University. He didn't smoke, drink, or have affairs, and he was gentle and considerate toward her, consistent over the years. No matter how you looked at it, he was a qualified spouse.
By all rights, Sophia shouldn't have any complaints.
"Sophi, why are you spacing out?" Adam handed her the cut steak and poured red wine into their goblets.
The candlelight reflections on the wall swayed in the breeze. Sophia looked at her husband before her, and suddenly her eyes misted over.
She loved Adam, that was beyond doubt.
Two years ago, she was only 22, just graduated from university. Her father had suddenly fallen into a coma from a car accident, and she had to take over the Luna family business. Amidst the predatory stares, she quickly got engaged and married to Adam, and through cooperation with the Smith family, she completed a big deal, finally stabilizing her position.
At that time, everyone thought she and Adam were just in a business marriage, but Sophia knew herself that she loved Adam, loved him deeply, for many, many years.
"Sophi?"
"I..."
Adam still smiled gently at her: "Have you been working too hard lately?"
"I'm sorry," Adam lightly held her hand, his eyes filled with genuine apology, "I can only teach students and do research; I can't help much with the company."
Sophia's eyes reddened even more. She stood up and threw herself into Adam's arms, hugging him and sobbing softly: "The one who should say sorry is me, A-Han, I'm sorry..."
The Adam in front of her was already so good; why was she still not satisfied?
In the past two years, their married life had always been harmonious, except for the sex part. But Adam had the goods there; if she tried harder, maybe that aspect could become harmonious too?
"Sophi, what's wrong?" Adam rubbed her head, genuinely puzzled.
"Husband, I'm flowing, flowing so much..." Sophia grabbed Adam's hand, guiding it over her panties to touch her little hole.
Adam was used to being proper; seeing this scene, his fingertips burned, and he instinctively wanted to pull away. But Sophia pressed him firmly, lifting her overly glamorous face, enduring the shame, word by word: "I really want to be fucked by you, husband, fuck me, okay?"
Sophia was begging for sex.
She was someone with strong desires, but Adam was truly indifferent when it came to sex. In two years of marriage, the number of times they had sex wasn't exactly countable on one hand, but it was pitifully few. Even in the honeymoon phase, Adam's frequency with her was only once every two weeks.
Later, that two weeks once became three weeks once, then one month once, and then two months, three months...
Sophia occasionally felt empty, and when it was unbearable, she'd take the initiative to seduce Adam, but the results weren't great.
Adam just didn't like sex.
Compared to enjoying her tender body and tight hole at night, Adam preferred researching those boring cells and genes.
This man was indeed a gentle and considerate husband, but he was also a rigid, strict, and sexually frigid professor.
So this time, unsurprisingly, even though Sophia set aside her reserve and shamelessly seduced and begged to be fucked, Adam still gently refused: "You haven't had dinner yet; let's eat first, okay?"
Sophia didn't think it was okay.
She loved Adam and respected him, so in the past, no matter how empty or desperate she felt, she never forced him. When her little pussy itched the most, all she did was use a vibrator to masturbate, seeking relief through toys.
But this time, Sophia couldn't endure it.
If that man from a week ago hadn't appeared, she might have been able to tolerate this sexless life, but he had come back. He licked her tender pussy, played with her flesh hole, and though he didn't insert his cock, he used his fingers and lips to awaken her buried desires, giving her orgasm after orgasm.