Chapter 21

“Think later and focus on me.” Ian’s voice was polite yet firm.

“Hah!” With a groan like a bird, Ingrid’s body sank completely into the back of the sofa.

With her head tilted, Ian buried his face in my breast. He pinched and twisted the erect nipples, sucked and pulled it. Ingrid, on the other hand, felt like she’s going to explode out of intense pleasure. My brain melted into a mess.. Hot lips and wet tongue licked her nipples and every time my nipples were sucked, my back would twitch.

“Uhhhhhh…”

Platinum-colored hair is scattered in front of my eyes. This is too unrealistic. At that moment, Ian’s hand digs into the dress and caresses her thighs.

“Ugh…!” I didn’t wear a corset today. Ingrid originally hated wearing corsets. Now in the dress, underpants and panties were only worn. But now my underwear is ripped off. The underpants stripped. Ingrid’s panties untie and the panties pulled out under dress by Ian’s hands and are thrown on the floor.

The skirt of the dress was lifted above her knees, and her legs were spread apart by Ian’s hands. Ingrid’s body stiffened.

“It’s not the first time, so why are you so nervous? You don’t want to do it?” Ian lifted his face and smirked. Every time she met those eyes, Ingrid’s heart sank.

“Hah!” Fingertips reach into Ingrid’s pussy and open the tightly closed labia from side to side and the fingers slowly push in.

“Hah! Wait, no!” Oh my god what does this mean? What’s going on with my body now? Ingrid can’t help but sober up.

Every time the mucous membrane is opened and a finger sticks in and out, it squeaks. An obscene squeak sounded out.

“Did you get wet that day?” ‘There was nothing like that so why asked.’ But I couldn’t answer at all. ‘By the way, a man with dyslexia is in this place. Even if you touch me like this…’

“ah……!” Ingrid screamed in exasperation. Ian pulled out his finger inside me and licked the wet finger with his tongue. Where did tuberculosis go? Isn’t this Ian Grey with  tuberculosis? But the next moment, something even more amazing happened.

“No, no, duke-!” Ingrid screamed in surprise.. Ian, with his knees wide open, lowered his face and licked with his tongue the inside of her pussy.

“No, that kind of place…!” But no matter how much Ingrid shouted, Ian seemed unwilling to stop. Instead of stopping, he pushed his tongue deeper.

“Ah! Noo!” Ingrid gasped frantically.. A wet tongue sucked in Ingrid’s pussy with a squeak, swipe, squeak. On the sofa, Ingrid’s hips shook. “Hey, don’t suck like that… My, “ please…..