Chapter 144 - (H) FOREPLAY

Yanarym looked up again at Lapil with a silly smile and he was blushing even more. "That's not it!" He screamed at her like a child. "I d-don't usually ... come to that f-fast. I'm hard to please!"

"It's okay, it's okay," she laughed delicately and thrust her hand up and down again holding his cock in her palm, "We can just make it hard again." She whispered as lean on to the back of her hand that had semen on it. She licked to taste and went all the way up to the head of his cock and dipped her mouth to his length. However, it was too long for her to insert fully so she stopped where she could only take it. 

Her hand did not stop its job while she twirls, circles, and sucks his dick on her mouth. She extended her other free hand that was resting on his thigh and reached out for his hand that was formed into a fist. She could see the veins on his arms as he partook of the tension. He opened his palm and she insists on intertwining their fingers because of this he was controlling his grip not to hurt her but also this caused his mind chaos as he doesn't know where he should direct his excruciating emotion every time she causes him pleasure. 

"Has...aah..." Lapil parted his lips as his lungs contracted. His chest moves up and down because of the rapid beating of his heart. Every single part of his system accelerates as the image in front of his eyes stimulates him along with the sensation she's sending to his manhood throughout his body. 

She inserts her mouth devouring his cock, although she only has it on the quarters not even on half, he was still damn electrified from the warm and humid mouth of hers. Not to mention her naughty tongue that's making him crazy. Her hand moves neither fast nor slow, so he doesn't know what he should tell her if he wants it faster or slower. 

She pulled out her mouth and Lapil bit his lips firmly as he felt that friction of the slippery skin. He grunts her name as he feels like he is being tortured by her and he likes it. 

"It's hard again." She exclaimed smiling and finished the semen on her hand. Lapil did not say a word as he felt empty when she left him hanging. He waited for her patiently although he wanted to drag her back and begin tormenting him again. 

Yanarym looked at their hands holding and she could see the distinction of their muscles. She has no muscle while he is tone but not like some disgusting muscle-man who had their bodies stoned up. Lapil is the sexy type, where we will crave to touch the oozing and flexing muscle. Wondering if it's too hard or just soft. Fortunately, it's just enough, it's not so hard but not too soft, you could still pinch his skin. 

"W-why did you stop?" He asked, looking embarrassed as she halted for almost a minute with no sign of continuing. But he wanted more, he didn't want it to end there. 

Yanarym chuckled softly, peering at his child-like demeanor that has a mix of difficulty and anticipation for her. This is so new for her, normally all she sees on the men she's having sex was a predatorial stare. However, Lapil made her feel like she has the upper hand and the control over this activity as his eyes were expectant and docile. She somehow remembered her little brother in her past life. 

Well, her brother was way too young, he's like three? And she was twenty-eight? But they did not come from the same mother. Just the same father. Despite that, her brother was adorable and attached to her. So, whenever she visits her father's house, her brother would come running to greet her and would hang with her all day. How nostalgic… she thought. 

Lapil saw her attention was drifting somewhere else aggrieved. He unconsciously pouts his lips and squeezes the hand that he's holding to get back her attention. Fortunately, it worked as she looked at him and smiled sweetly. 

"Why are you pouting?" She laughed again and he sulked more. As he was embarrassed to voice out the reason. Yanarym seems to understand his dilemma so she did not ask anymore just continuing the business with his little buddy. 

"Let me go for a moment." She said and took the hand he was holding. Using both hands she strangles his hard and standing cock. She heard him gasping with that sudden attack. She did not stop doing it and licked the upper part where the color of it darkened as the blood on the area of his penis couldn't circulate. She felt that his hardened shaft gets even harder. 

"Ahm..." Lapil lifted his waist to push his cock to her mouth. The pleasure was getting unbearable that he had to feel more of it. He put one of his palms on the back of her head and pushed it down as he thrust his hips upward and met her mouth. He did it slowly, at first he was just guiding her head for her mouth to go deeper, and each time she pulled out his hips would follow her. The slow pace is fastening as he is getting used to the sensation and just wants to feel more of it.

The thought of fucking her mouth and the actual event had his reasoning snapped and lost himself to immerse his body in the pleasure. He laid down, watched her face, and heard her chokes and he continued to ram her. This time, both of his hands were cupping her head pushing her down, forcing her to swallow him deeper, he groans, hissed, and moans her name repeatedly as he rocks his hips faster.. He feels heaven with her, he wanted to make her feel this good too.