e-booksonline Chapter 487 All For Him
Chapter 487 All For Him
nina's fingers reached for the glass bottle, the cool surface making her shiver. she lifted it, the weight of it making her realise just how daring this was. her body clenched, a tremor running through her legs as she thought about what she was about to do.
and then slowly, after calming her nerves, she lowered herself back down, her legs parting wide. her verdant pussy folds were soaked, her slickness glistening in the soft light. she positioned the mouth of the bottle at her entrance, the cold glass making her gasp as it kissed her sensitive skin. her breath came in quick, shallow bursts.
'i can do this...for him.'
with trembling hands, she pressed the bottle forward. the mouth slipped past her outer lips, the coolness of the glass making her shudder. her walls fluttered around it, the initial stretch sharp and intense. she bit her lip, her cheeks flaming.
"mmm!♡~ it's...too big..." she whispered, her voice breaking.
the bottle pressed against her entrance, the thickness resisting her desperate attempts. her body clenched instinctively, trying to accommodate the intrusion.
'relax, just relax...'
she took a deep breath, her fingers shaking as she angled the bottle slightly, easing the mouth inside.
"ahhh!♡~"
a gasp tore from her throat as the glass slid deeper, the smooth, unyielding surface stretching her wider than ever before. the sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure twined together, a delicious burn that made her toes curl.
her walls spasmed around the thick intrusion, her slickness dripping down the glass, making it easier to slide further.
"haaah!♡~ ahhh!♡~ hnnn!♡~"
she shifted her hips, rocking slightly, the movement helping her inch the bottle deeper. her breath came out in ragged pants, her body trembling as the stretch intensified.
'i-i'm doing it... i'm really doing it.'
and another careful push, and the widest part of the bottle passed her entrance.
"mmmmm!♡~"
her walls clamped down tightly, the feeling of fullness making her head spin. a strangled moan escaped her lips as she adjusted to the stretch, her body quivering with the effort. the bottle stuck out of her, thick and unyielding, the sight so lewd it made her dizzy.
a wave of warmth crashed over her, her chest swelling with joy and relief. her eyes glistened, her lips parting in a shaky, breathless smile.
'he's proud of me. kafka's proud of me.'
the words wrapped around her heart, banishing every shred of doubt. she'd pushed herself further than she ever thought possible, and he loved it.
her thighs quivered, the heat between them flaring hotter. the glass bottle still stretched her wide, the fullness now a source of pride, a symbol of her devotion...knowing she'd driven him to that reaction, that she'd surprised him for once, sent a thrill spiralling through her.
her fingers tightened around her phone, a soft, contented sigh slipping from her lips. she'd done this for him—and she'd do it again, as many times as he wanted.
and then, while she was relishing in his praise, she saw it once again.
kafka's hand, relaxed yet commanding, slid back into view. his fingers spread slightly, palm up, waiting silently behind him.
the gesture was subtle, but the meaning was crystal clear. her pulse quickened, her body responding instinctively.
'he wants me to give it to him...he wants to pull the bottle out of me.'
her cheeks flushed, her legs quivering as she rose to her feet. her movements were slow, deliberate, every inch of her body alive with tension.
the glass bottle still stretched her wide, the cool surface contrasting with the blistering heat between her thighs. the fullness made her legs shake, but the anticipation of what was coming next pushed her forward.
she took a shaky breath and carefully stepped closer, the bottle shifting inside her, sending small jolts of pleasure up her spine.
standing just behind him, her gaze flickered between his outstretched hand and the thick glass nestled within her folds. her fingers curled around the base of the bottle, slick with her arousal, and with a blush that spread down her neck, she guided his hand to it.
his fingers wrapped around the bottle immediately, his grip firm and assured. a shiver ran through her at the contact, her breath catching in her throat.
she expected him to pull it out right away, to end the sweet agony of the stretch...but he didn't.
instead, he held it there, his palm warm against the cold glass, his fingers shifting just slightly. he tilted the bottle ever so gently, the motion causing it to move within her, pressing against her sensitive walls.
"ahhh!♡~ noo!♡~ hmmm!♡~"
a moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it, her knees threatening to buckle.