"Mmm~ Ah~ Ooh~" the girl suddenly let out a soft moan, as melodious and delicate as a nightingale's song, tinged with unbearable nasal tones. Her slender waist swayed gently, and her buttocks rubbed slightly against the old man's lap.
The old man embraced the young girl's slender waist, his mouth slowly moving upwards, from her glistening, snowy skin to her delicate collarbone, then along her slender neck, licking her pointed chin. He then silenced her with a kiss, the moans abruptly vanishing, replaced by soft, wet kisses.
Seeing this, the restless unease that had been lingering since the beginning finally reached its peak, for reasons I don't understand…
I felt an eerily familiar feeling from the young girl being held and kissed so passionately by the old man. Even though I couldn't make out the details of her face, the more I read, the more my heart ached.
And it wasn't just the young girl; the innocent, childlike girl evoked a similar feeling in me…
It filled me with an urgent, impatient, anxious urge to rush in and rescue the two girls from the old man's arms.
But—the invisible barrier beside me, no, the edge of my consciousness, that feeling of helplessness, like being trapped in a swamp, made me realize…
That's right, I'm dreaming. Perhaps…
This might be a strange lucid dream?
With a vague unease, I could only comfort myself with this thought, and I could only continue reading…
Because in this dream, there seemed to be no option but to close my eyes. No matter which way my "head" turned, the same scene appeared before me.
"Ha~" Suddenly, the two, who had been kissing for so long, finally separated. The young girl's slightly parted pink lips glistened with a glistening, moist sheen, slightly swollen from the kiss. A thin, slightly murky strand of saliva remained connecting her tender tongue to the old man's thick, purplish-red tongue coated with a pale layer of saliva.
My heart breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the next moment, the old man leaned in again, his large tongue slipping between the girl's soft, moist lips. He first licked and caressed the shape of her beautiful lips, parting them slightly, before inserting his entire wet tongue into her sweet mouth.
The tongues swirled together, causing the girl's cheeks to puff out slightly, making a soft, sticky "slurping" sound. From the corners of her open lips, one could clearly see her pink tongue and the old man's tongue intertwined seamlessly, saliva mingling—it was unclear how much foul-smelling saliva she had been fed.
The old man suddenly covered the girl's cherry lips completely with his thick lips, sucking incessantly with a "slurping" sound. His cheeks bulged out from side to side, while his throat moved repeatedly, clearly sucking and sweeping away the sweet, delicious saliva.
Finally, as the old man withdrew his tongue, he hooked and sucked out the girl's delicate, pink tongue. The girl's tongue was moist and alluring, its surface only slightly whiter than the rest of her body. Narrow and pointed in shape, its entire surface a delicate, soft pink, like a carefully carved piece of red agate. Compared to the old man's large tongue, which was entangled with hers, it was like a treasure compared to dregs.
Yet, these incongruous things were intimately intertwined…
The large tongue entwined around the pink tongue, from the tip to the surface, and then to the base, caressing and licking every inch without missing a spot. Occasionally, it would hold the pink tongue in its mouth, constantly sucking and licking.
The young girl's voice grew increasingly sweet and seductive, her breasts pressed against the old man's chest, the pointed nipples seeming to grind and rub against him…
Perhaps having finally kissed enough, the old man set the girl down, letting her lie on the slightly disheveled sheets. The girl's chest rose and fell, her breasts trembled, and her flawless white body turned a delicate pink, a light sheen of sweat appearing on her skin. A bead of sweat, especially noticeable between her breasts after their intimacy, snaked down her neck and into her cleavage.
The old man bent down and licked away the bead of sweat, then spread the girl's long, slender legs wide, bringing his gaze closer to her hips. This young girl was also a celibate woman, but her thighs were more voluptuous and long than those of a young girl, her buttocks a dazzling expanse of white, with an alluring cleavage between them. Her legs parted, revealing her rounded buttocks.
Her breasts were snow-white and plump, like the finest white steamed buns. The smooth, full mounds were clearly divided into two plump petals in this position, with an extremely delicate and alluring pink cleft in the middle, tinged with a light peach-pink. The faint sheen of moisture that had already seeped from the cleft was like honey seeping out, making her exceptionally beautiful and captivating.
The old man sighed softly. Although both sisters were smooth and hairless, they were like unique flowers in the world, each possessing their own distinct beauty, almost intoxicating to the eye…
Thinking of this, the old man suddenly had an idea. He said to the young girl kneeling strangely beside him:
"…Lie down next to your sister." Seeing the urgency in the old man's eyes, the young girl rolled her eyes at him, bent down, and swayed her little bottom as she sat down next to the beautiful young girl.
"Lift your little bottoms up."
The old man bent the young girl's straight, jade-like legs, and the tender girl wrapped her small hands around the back of her knees...
Soon, two bottoms, one large and one small, like the moons of different sizes, appeared side by side before the old man's eyes.
They were soft, smooth, and white, almost dazzling to the eye. Each sister had a plump little mound between her legs, a moist, honeyed crevice, breathtakingly beautiful...
The difference lay in the plumpness, shape, and size of their buttocks, and the small triangular area around the young girl's anus was bright red, the clitoris slightly swollen.
A thick stream of semen trickled down the snow-white cleft of her buttocks…
The old man's massive penis throbbed as if stimulated, then his gaze shifted to the young girl's crotch. He reached out and pressed his hand against her two delicate, moist labia majora. The girl's vulva was so tender that with just a gentle touch, it bloomed like a flower bud, the labia parting to reveal the translucent, pale pink flesh inside.
The inner side of her vulva was a light lotus-root pink, similar in color to the labia majora, but even more moist and tender. At the upper corner of the vulva was a small, pointed protrusion, like the tip of a lotus leaf, covering the clitoris. Below, a pink pearl, no bigger than a little fingertip, slightly parted the tender skin, pertly and proudly erect.
The two delicate, pink labia minora extending from the clitoris resembled tiny butterflies. The virgin vaginal opening at the lower corner of the vulva was so small as to be barely visible, with several pale pink folds spreading out like tender flower buds.
The old man's massive member throbbed again. His index finger gently traced the pink folds of the vulva. The two delicate labia and fine folds felt like semi-melted, semi-frozen cream, covered with a layer of moist, silken membrane—warm and slippery. The moment it touched the tender flesh, the young girl let out a soft moan.
Clearly, she was extremely sensitive!
Seeing this, the old man's lewd desire surged. His rough fingertips pinched the delicate clitoris at the upper corner of the vulva, gently twisting and kneading it…
"Ugh~" The girl's reaction was indeed intense. Her brows furrowed, her nostrils flared, and her pink, delicate lips parted wide, emitting a soft, baby-like cry.