Dallas picked her up to take a shower, but Averi couldn't even lift a finger and let him play with her.
The hair dryer is so noisy that she can fall asleep, which shows how tired she is.
The next afternoon, Averi reluctantly opened her eyes, feeling as if her body had been run over by a truck and her bones were sore.
An arm crossed her waist and hugged her in an extremely strong posture.
Averi struggled for a while before reluctantly turning over, his gaze hovering over Dallas' face.
He was very clear headed, looked down at her, met her pupils for a moment, and his eyes trembled slightly, as if he wanted to hide, but he didn't. He forced himself to look directly at her.
His face was calm and resigned, like a prisoner waiting for a death sentence.
Given her inferiority, at times like this, she should sneer and say, "Dallas, I really didn't see it, you're pretty good at it," and then show off the traces on her body to help him recall the details of last night.
However, for some reason, she couldn't say it out loud.
His gaze wandered over his chest, staring at the small dark grain. Without warning, Averi opened his mouth and bit it.
She had no intention of biting him to bleed, didn't control her strength, and accidentally punctured her skin with her canine teeth.
He remained silent and did not resist, embracing her head and silently enduring.
On the contrary, when she licked off the blood droplets with her tongue, her breathing became unnatural.
"Serves you right," Averi muttered coldly. With that, she tilted her head up, seeking his lips.
His lips are thin, with clear and sharp lines, but they taste soft, just like others.
Dallas lowered his head and helped her find herself.
Unlike last night's madness, this kiss was gentle, with lips gently rubbing against each other. As soon as it started to engorge again, Averi slowly stuck out a tip of his tongue and reached into his mouth. His tongue was gentle, teasing her parted lips and drawing her into a deep kiss, savoring her as if she were a decadent dessert after a satisfying feast.
This is Averi's personal opinion, Dallas is just with her. According to his thoughts, he would rather have her pinned down and fucked again.
But the dense teeth and fingerprints on her body made it difficult for him to move.
If Averi knew his thoughts, he would only want to laugh.
A noble person, when pressured to do something bad, begins to reflect on themselves first.
Something was hurting Averi's waist, the more it hurt, the more she couldn't bear it anymore. Reluctantly, she let go of Dallas' lips and turned her hand to remove the foreign object in her waist.
A purple red droplet shaped small thing.
Dallas didn't notice its existence last night, but now he can see it openly. With a furrowed brow and a subtle chill in his voice, he says, "What is this?"
Averi calmly replied, "Anal plug, specifically for the back.
As she spoke, her hand slid restlessly into his groin, and as soon as it crossed the hips, it was grasped by a warm hand.
He asked with a calm expression, "Have you used it before?"
Averi gave him a sideways glance and said, "How is that possible?"
What are you thinking? Besides him, who would dare to mess with her like this.
Her eye knife doesn't have strong killing power, and she also has a bit of coquettish and complaining intent, and her intimacy is so intimate that it's not worth mentioning. It was the first time Dallas had seen her like this. He pressed his lips together and fell silent once more.
Averi is such a smart person. Just by looking at his strange eyes, you can tell that's not what he really wants to ask. With a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile in his eyes, he said, "I haven't used it for anyone either. It's a gift that comes with eye masks and handcuffs."
Why bother explaining?
Averi doesn't want to delve deeper, she just wants to enjoy this moment.
At this moment, she is willing to make him happy.
Dallas remained silent, unable to tell whether to believe or not.
Averi squinted her eyes, her red lips curved, and took the droplet shaped object into her mouth, licking it wet before spitting it out. With a flick of his tongue, she broke the silver thread between their lips and murmured softly, "You need to moisten it first, or it might hurt."
Seemingly a user manual, it is actually a silent declaration. If it has been used, how can she put it in her mouth and lick it, even if it has been used for herself.
Two people have an unspoken understanding.
"Is it beautiful? "Averi carefully examined the little gadget in her hand, realizing for the first time that it was so sexy." Do you want to give it a try? I've already bought it anyway.
Not as beautiful as her.
Dallas narrowed his eyes and asked her, "Do you want to try?"
The voice is exceptionally steady, listen carefully, only then will the tail sound become awkward.
Averi curled her lips and twirled a small object covered in her saliva to describe his lips. "I want to try it on you," she said.
Just as he was about to turn cold, she moistened his throat and melted him. "Others feel nauseous just thinking about it, but if it were you, I would feel very excited," she said.
Dallas frowned, his lips pressed down, but there was no disgust in his eyes.
Averi: "Is that okay?"
"No."
She guessed it too. Averi let out a sigh of pretended disappointment, thought for a moment, and lifted her eyelids to continue negotiating the terms: "What if I let you use it on me first? After you finish playing, can I use it for you?"
No way.
But Dallas didn't say anything. She looked at her for a few seconds and asked in a hoarse voice, "You just said it's impossible."
It cannot be used on oneself.
Averi half closed her eyes, unsure of what she was thinking. After a moment, she approached him and said, "Yes, it's impossible, but if it were you... it seems possible too."
There were only two people in the room, but she spoke in a very low and light voice.
They started kissing again, it's hard to say who took the initiative.
Her penis was firmly pressed against her lower abdomen, causing Averi's heart to itch and struggle. She wanted to grab him and put him between her legs, but was afraid of being really fucked by him. She could feel how sensitive and overwhelmed she was down there, barely able to withstand any more attention.
Dallas tentatively touched her and heard her frown. He covered her entire vagina with his palm and gently caressed her, more like comfort than teasing.
Averi's voice was hoarse and intermittent: 'Dallas, are you happy now?'
Actually, I want to ask if you've had enough fun. Before speaking up, please change it to 'happy'.
Dallas lifted her up and gently licked her swollen nipple, leaving only a vague hoarseness in her throat.
Are you happy?
It seems like there isn't, and it seems like there is.
