Chapter 22

He put it in. He turns his wrist and feels for a spot that feels good to her. 

His fingertips touched the sharply heated inner wall. Amelia let out a breath with a moan, but she seemed to have lost her ability to breathe. Amelia stopped breathing when the man’s thick fingers brushed a certain spot. The man’s eyes lit up and he crushed the spot with his finger. 

“Ugh!” 

As the man pressed on the exact spot she felt, Amelia felt like she was going to faint. Amelia’s body was not only shaking, but she was convulsing as if she was having a seizure, not even knowing how to control herself. A moan comes from her mouth.

It took her breath away. It seemed as if everything in front of her eyes was flashing white. Still, the man did not stop. He tormented herself even more persistently. She kept being driven to extreme pleasure. Amelia felt like she was going to die like this. Her head kept falling back. The man’s tongue enters the open mouth. Hungry, it greedily explores her mouth. Amelia was out of her mind. Amelia didn’t even notice that the man had added another finger. She felt like she was going to die. It would have been better to die. Amelia does not know this kind of pleasure. The man’s fingers slip out. 

Amelia’s inner flesh, which was holding the ring tightly, also went away. Amelia gasped. All Amelia could do was moan. It felt as if her body, which was shaking without control from excitement, was not her own. Amelia shook her hips as she was being pounded again. To a certain beat, the man’s fingers slide out all at once, and then sink all the way in at once. Amelia’s body shook to the beat. It took on the appearance of begging as if it was begging to be put away quickly. Even though Amelia thought that her body was infinitely light, she couldn’t stop.

Because the man was rapidly thrusting his fingers, Amelia once again felt like an idiot and was unable to think of anything. Her head was empty. Her vision is blurred with tears. Instead, she only responds sensitively to touch and hearing, and the noise from below was heard louder and clearer than her own moans. The sense of touch was heightened. Just by the man stroking her waist, she felt like the tiny hairs all over her body were rising. She felt like she was going crazy. The heated body was telling her that his fingers alone were not enough. Amelia wanted him to move fast.

This time, he turned his wrist and felt her drug- filled insides bite his fingers as he slowly stirred them inside. 

“Ugh… Ugh.” 

Amelia’s lower abdomen also naturally gained strength. Her legs were struggling. If the man hadn’t pressed down on Amelia’s upper body with his upper body, she might have twisted and rolled around. The man’s tongue slowly pushed his tongue into her mouth and repeatedly pulled it out, as if reminiscent of some kind of promiscuous action. Amelia raised her fingernails and scratched the man’s back. There were long fingernail marks. Is it really painful for the man?