Senior, I've Come to Visit - Side Story 4

“Hngh….”

As always, he looked pleased. His body, huge like a door, leaned back at an angle while he stretched out his long legs and offered them to me. With a relaxed and satisfied expression, he watched me and brushed my hair behind my ear with one hand before letting it fall again. His hand continued from my neck to my shoulder, then to my chest, and pleasure spread through the top of my body.

Whether he’d told me to do it or I’d started on my own… I couldn’t clearly remember how it began anymore, but there were times when I rubbed my pussy against Nardi’s body like this. His arm, his thigh, or his face.

When it came to his face, that was entirely Nardi’s desire, and I preferred his thigh. Beneath my pussy, separated only by the soft fabric of my pajamas, I felt the taut muscles of his thigh, hardened from training. Pressing down tightly, I rocked my hips back and forth, my pussy rubbing and being crushed as pleasure spread.

Nardi watched my movements, kneading my breast firmly before rubbing my nipple with his thumb. Pressed down and rolled, my nipple had been flattened, but the moment his thumb lifted, it sprang back up like a released spring. His large hand stroked my body with ease. After sliding over my slightly protruding belly from the position I was in, his hand moved behind me to caress my bare back and butt, then returned to the front to tease my breasts again.

“Mmng, aaah….”

It felt so good….

I felt hot love juices leak out and soak the bottom of my pajamas. As I rubbed, it smeared everywhere and made a mess.

I moved my hips forward and back, left and right, then drew slow circles. Clockwise, counterclockwise, changing the pattern as I stimulated my pussy more intensely. My spreading labia, the slit in the center, my clitoris, and the entrance of my vagina were rubbed over and over without rest, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me. The delicate flesh softened further, sliding smoothly over the wet fabric soaked with my love fluids.

“I’m, I’m drunk….”

The moment our eyes met, I blurted it out like an excuse. My movements felt like those of a dog in heat, and embarrassment rushed in.

“I know.”

Nardi looked satisfied.

He gazed at my face, then my body, slowly back and forth, then gently leaned his upper body back. Lying down with his back on the sheets, he pointed to his handsome face.

“Come up on my face, Eloise.”

Ah….

I had a feeling, and of course, I was right. I didn’t like sitting on someone’s face, and he couldn’t possibly get much pleasure from it either, yet he asked me to sit on his face.

“….”

I continued rubbing slightly on his thigh, unable to move easily. I’d done it a few times because Nardi asked, but no matter how I thought about it, sitting on a person’s face just didn’t feel right. And right now, I was soaked to the point of dripping.

“Come on, I’ll lick you.”

He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me forward. At his urging, I awkwardly rose and placed my feet on the sheets on either side of his waist. I hesitated, and he tugged my hand again.

I didn’t know anymore… swept up by the alcohol and the mood, I shuffled forward in small steps. When I braced my hands on the sheets on either side of his face and looked down….

“Ha….”

Nardi stared directly up at my pussy without blinking once.

How should I put it… he had the best seat in the house.

Once again, out of embarrassment, I chose an even more embarrassing option. I slowly bent my knees, lowering my perineum.

“Good, come here.”

“Hng, come where….”

In my mind, an image flashed of prey falling between the opened jaws of a crocodile. Nardi hadn’t opened his mouth nearly that wide, and I wasn’t descending nearly that dramatically, but the image came naturally anyway.

I tightened my lower body and lifted my hips so my legs were raised, positioning my pussy right above Nardi’s lips. As if he’d been waiting for that moment, he immediately stuck out his tongue and started licking my pussy.

“Agh!”

His moist tongue freely licked my hot, soaking-wet sex. He brushed over the slippery surface, pushing and gathering the slick arousal, then sealed his lips around me and slurped the liquid straight into his mouth.

“Hhh….”

With my sex a bit more cleaned by his mouth, he didn’t lift his tongue for even a second as he traced every corner. As the sensitive flesh was pressed again and again, my legs trembled from the pleasure. He probably couldn’t even see my pussy clearly from how close I was, yet somehow, using only the sense of his tongue, he found my clitoris and worked it intensely. The little bead, swollen and bulging from excitement, was pressed and stimulated so sharply I felt like I’d lose my mind.

Just like a small candy, Nardi licked, sucked, and rolled my clitoris inside his mouth. A candy that didn’t melt even after being sucked for so long, only swelling redder and rounder. Then he pressed his lips to my slit, sweeping along the vertical line and the flesh on both sides in a single stroke. Drawing several lines, pressing firmly, he opened his mouth wide and gathered my entire mound between his lips, sucking hard.

“Aaah, ngh, aaah…”

He was insane, truly.

It felt like he was devouring my sex deliciously, and sticky, obscene sounds rang out from beneath me.

Slurp, slurp, chwp-

A dizzying wave of pleasure hit me, making my head fall back and my mouth fall open. My eyes squeezed shut, and soft moans slipped endlessly from the gap. I didn’t want to sit on his face, so I was barely keeping myself raised by using what little strength remained in my perineum, but my legs soon weakened and I sank down. I first rested lightly over his mouth, and before I knew it, I’d completely sat on him.

“Hhh….”

I ended up sitting right around his lips in particular, pressing down on them. Nardi didn’t care at all. He wriggled, shifting the position of his lips bit by bit, and continued teasing me with his tongue. His lips reached near my entrance, and the tip of his tongue tapped the opening, flicking lightly. The fresh arousal that leaked out flowed straight into his mouth.

My legs spread in an M shape as I sat above his face… above his lips. Nardi opened his mouth, receiving my arousal and licking around my entrance. It was outrageous, humiliating, but sitting like this was strangely comfortable, and the erotic stimulation from below kept rising, sharp and electric.

A tickling sensation curled through my belly and sex until suddenly, my waist jerked upward and I unintentionally scraped his face with my sex.

“Nngh…!”

The moment my clitoris unintentionally rubbed against the bridge of his nose, a fierce jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Ha, sorry….”

“….”

Nardi couldn’t say anything with my sex covering his lips.

At that moment, he raised one hand and patted my butt. As if telling me that it was fine.

Well, this was exactly why I hadn’t wanted to do this position. But he was the one who insisted, so….

Skillfully using his tongue and mouth, Nardi slid both his hands upward. Starting from that reassuring pat on my butt, his hands climbed my body like curling vines, groping my back and breasts. Warmth lingered everywhere his hands touched, and soon both his hands were in front of me, fondling my breasts one by one. He squeezed the flesh as if kneading dough, then pinched and twisted my nipples, sending pleasure exploding through both my chest and pussy.

“Ah, aaah, good, ah….”

Unable to hold back the rising heat, I lifted my hips slightly in tiny motions. Hovering above Nardi’s face, I moved my pussy forward and back, up and down, rubbing little by little. Earlier, the motion hadn’t been my own, but now I was doing it myself.

Still, even this didn’t feel entirely like my own will. Drunk on alcohol and pleasure, as if hypnotized, I rubbed my wet pussy against Nardi’s face.