I kept tracing her labia, my fingertips dancing along the slick, soft skin, teasing their way to her vulva. When I pressed my finger against the entrance of her pussy, the wetness was unmistakable, hot and slick, as if she'd been aching for this the whole time.
I pulled my fingers back, love juice glistening on them, holding them up close to her face after we broke the kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, her embarrassment pouring through her body like a fever.
"D-Don't tease me like that..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's embarrassing..."
Her sweet, innocent reaction only made me want her more. I stood up, gripping her thighs and spreading them wide open, watching as her pussy lips parted, revealing the soft, pink flesh inside, drenched with her arousal.
"Aaaah... D-Don't stare at it..."
Her hands flew up to cover her face, her palms pressing against her flushed cheeks, too shy to handle my gaze. But the more she told me not to look, the more it drove me wild. It's just in my nature to want to stare even more. Her pussy glistened in the low light, wet with her juices, and when I ran my fingers along her slit, her flesh twitched under the touch, almost as if it were begging for more.
Without hesitation, I leaned down, pressing my lips to her crotch and slipping my tongue between the warm folds of her pussy.
"Nnnhhhiii?!"
Her hips bucked off the bed suddenly.
"D-Don't lick me there!" she gasped, her body shuddering.
"Why?" I asked, my lips brushing against her sensitive flesh.
"I-It's dirty..." she whimpered.
"You don't have to worry. We just took a bath, didn't we?" I said.
Her entire body shuddered violently, her hips pressing together as she reached her climax. Her back arched high off the bed, forming a perfect curve like a bridge.
The tight, velvety walls of her pussy clenched and spasmed in response, squeezing around nothing, as if her body was craving more. Her love juices gushed out, flowing freely, filling the air with the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal. The thick musk clung to my senses, pushing me deeper into the moment.
After a few intense tremors, she collapsed back onto the bed, her body going limp and spent, sinking into the sheets.
"Haaa... ha... w-what was that?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, still panting from the intensity.
"You just came," I said, my lips curling into a smirk as I wiped her juices off my face. "Haven't you ever felt that before? Never played with yourself to make yourself cum?"
"I... To be honest, I'm always masturbating... but the feeling of orgasming with you is so different. What I felt now... it was like something completely new. It's like my vision's flickering, my body's trembling, and I can barely breathe.
But I get it now... this is how it feels to truly be yours, Darling. I don't know why, but I'm so happy. It's like my heart is overflowing with love for you. Oh no... I love you, Darling.
I love you... I love youuu..."
Her voice quivered with emotion as the words slipped out, and then I heard it—soft, melodic chimes echoing inside my mind. The familiar signal telling me I had completed one of her requirements. But the sound didn't stop there—it rang out again, and then a third time. Three requirements fulfilled at once. I didn't think that was possible, but somehow, everything was falling perfectly into place.
"Um..." Her eyes widened as they trailed down, fixing on my dick, rock-hard and straining, swollen to the point it looked like it could burst. The sight of it made her cheeks flush. My cock throbbed, craving her, and she knew it too. "Are we... about to do something about that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "Are you ready?"
"Y-Yes..." she responded, her voice soft but certain, and with that, she willingly spread her legs for me.
Seeing her open up so beautifully for me, all innocent and ready, I couldn't hold back any longer.