Chapter 168: Enjoying Stevie
Chapter 168: Enjoying Stevie
"Ngyu!?"Stevie seemed surprised that something unexpected had been poured into her mouth. She should have just swallowed it without opening her mouth, but instead she mumbled,
"Gyo-nyo, nnn, nucha-nucha-nyo, nyo-chi-tarya, nini-no-reshoo?"
I think that was her asking, "Is it okay to drink this liquid?" (free translation), so I said,
"It’s fine to drink. Just swallow it! Then Stevie will become clean and sparkling too. The Queen’s portion can wait until tomorrow morning when we wake up."
Even so, she confirmed,
"Nyara, guji-no-bun-wa nyomi-machune."
Getting fed up, I sat up, grabbed Stevie’s head and chin, and shook her.
"Nyunyunyunyuu—"
Stevie was saying something incomprehensible, but I ignored it. She swallowed with an audible "gokun." Then she clung to me. We stayed wrapped in the blanket, holding each other. Stevie was wearing only her chemise and I was wearing only the top of my pajamas — a surreal outfit, but no one was watching. My limp cock pressed against Stevie’s thigh, so her hand reached out and gripped it. She was squeezing with varying strength — nyu nyu nyu — and it felt like she was milking it.
I rolled up her chemise and enjoyed her breasts with my hands. Only Stevie had this kind of hard elasticity.
Stevie turned her face downward so I couldn’t see her. It was dark anyway, so it was the same either way. As I continued caressing her breasts, the way Stevie gripped my cock began to change. She pulled and squeezed, pulled and squeezed. It didn’t feel particularly good, but when I left her to it, my cock gradually hardened. Once that happened, Stevie got into the rhythm and sped up. That made it even harder — a virtuous cycle!
"Ufufu."
Stevie let out a happy sound and looked at me. Her eyes were curved into smiling crescents. So I moved my fingers between Stevie’s legs and explored. Yes, yes — there was a little soft fuzz. And beyond that, a slick gap. Even with her legs closed, it was hot. When my finger entered, Stevie created a little space for me. Her eyes stayed on me without changing expression. When I pushed the finger deeper, I rubbed the head of her clitoris. At that moment her eyes opened a little, then immediately returned to the previous expression. I pressed the head of her clitoris with the base of my finger while the tip slid into the entrance of her vagina. It was getting hotter. Unlike earlier, she was prepared. Still, it was mysterious — every woman’s here was different. The position and size varied. Just as a man’s equipment differed in size and shape from person to person, a woman’s was hidden, yet in reality each had its own individuality. Strange.
Leaving such thoughts aside, as I explored Stevie’s entrance, wet "kuchu kuchu" sounds began. A little liquid started clinging to my finger. Hot, pleasant liquid. When I inserted a finger a little from the entrance, Stevie’s eyebrows drew together and her eyes closed. When I pulled the finger out, her brows relaxed. It wasn’t as if anything that big was going in, right?