As seconds passed, their lip-lock became deeper, more sensual, and filled with raw hunger. Daniel captured her upper lip between his, gently chewing and sucking on the plump, soft flesh while rubbing his lips against hers. He drank in her taste — sweet, warm, and utterly addictive. Her lips felt like the softest, ripest fruit, and he couldn’t get enough.
Shirley moaned deeply into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips and sending shivers down his spine. His hands, which had been rubbing her back soothingly while channeling [Touch of Lust], slid slowly down her sensual curves. They moved from her narrow waist to her soft stomach, then upward to her heavy, overflowing breasts — her massive milk jars that begged to be worshipped.
He changed his target from her upper lip to her lower one. He first grazed it teasingly with his lips and let his hot breath fan across her sensitive skin, making her shiver deliciously. Then he started nibbling on her plump lower lip with gentle, loving bites. He was careful, tender — never trying to hurt her. He simply wanted to soothe her trembling lips and claim them completely.
His right hand reached under her heavy breast, feeling its incredible weight and softness. He imagined litres of warm, sweet milk stored inside those perfect orbs and desperately wanted to prick them open and drink directly from her stiff nipples with his hungry mouth. His cock throbbed painfully at the filthy thought.
Shirley moaned loudly into his mouth as he cupped and squeezed her heavy breast, kneading the soft, overflowing flesh. But that wasn’t Daniel’s only aim.
He abruptly stopped the kiss and pulled back slightly, leaving her lips chasing after his in desperate need. When her eyebrows twitched with emptiness and confusion, she opened her delicate, watery eyes and saw him looking at her with a gentle, worried expression. His hands, which had been cupping her heavy melons, were now lovingly cupping her flushed cheeks.
He leaned in again, his lips just an inch from hers. Their heavy, hot breaths mixed together, creating an atmosphere thick with lust and desire. He spoke softly, "I want to know first what happened. I can’t think about anything else. I want to see you free again... that beautiful smile which always graced your lips when you chased your dreams."
Shirley whimpered helplessly in his arms, her eyes trembling with love, care, and overwhelming emotion. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but Daniel quickly licked it away with his warm tongue even before it could reach her chin.
"They are too precious. Don’t waste them," he muttered gently, his voice low and intimate.
That simple act broke something deep inside her. Tears after tears rolled down her cheeks. But Daniel wasn’t deterred. Darting his tongue out, he began fiercely licking away all her tears — long, wet strokes across her flushed cheeks, drinking in her sorrow while wetting her entire face with his saliva.
Shirley was shocked at first by the filthy intimacy, but the thrill and excitement of something so dirty made her heart race wildly. A calculating, lust-filled glint crossed her eyes for a moment as her corrupted thoughts surfaced: Yes... This is what I deserve. This love, this care, this worship. I don’t deserve to be trapped in that big house just doing housework!
Her body, already on fire, completely corrupted her thoughts. She was on the verge of cumming again. Making her face as pitiful as possible, she looked at him with teary eyes and started saying, "I... I feel like someone is always near me. No! I feel like my boobs are being touched, pressed, pinched by strong hands. Fingers playing with my nipples, tugging them... and I even felt someone smacking my ass. My butt cheeks hurt... Hic~ Hic~ Hic~!"
Daniel was surprised, to say the least. She had actually confessed this sensitive, embarrassing information to him.
With a hazy voice, he asked, "What if all that was just a hallucination?"
Shirley shook her head fiercely, tears streaming down her face. "No! That was not a hallucination. I... I saw my breasts being deformed, played with... my nipples being pulled. That was not a lie!"
Daniel remained silent for a moment, letting her words hang in the air. Then, crying harder, Shirley stood up abruptly and turned around. She placed her hands on the door and stuck her plump, juicy ass out toward him invitingly.
"Go on... verify it. My butt cheeks must have a handprint on them! I’ll prove to you I’m not lying."
Daniel was shocked. Who would willingly show her ass to another man other than her husband? But this was a hentai world — anything could happen. His [Touch of Lust] had worked tirelessly to turn her into a heavy-breathing, dripping mess with only cock and lust in her mind.
He stood up behind her, took a step closer, and then knelt down, staring at her presented ass like he was about to worship it. Shirley looked back over her shoulder with a conflicted face, but a wide, lust-filled smile soon appeared.
Her eyes were clouded with pure desire as she pushed her fat, juicy ass out even harder toward him, silently begging for his touch.
Daniel knelt behind Shirley, his eyes dark with hunger as he gazed at her presented ass. The long, skin-colored skirt hugged her curves beautifully, accentuating the full, round shape of her thick, juicy ass. He reached out slowly, his hands sliding up the back of her calves with deliberate sensuality.
He began lifting the long skirt with both hands, the fabric whispering softly against her skin as it rose. First, her creamy, smooth ankles came into view — delicate and pale, perfectly shaped, begging to be kissed and licked. Daniel’s breath grew heavier as he continued raising the skirt higher, revealing inch after inch of her gorgeous legs.
Her calves were next — toned yet soft, with a creamy, porcelain texture that glowed under the bathroom light. They looked incredibly touchable, the kind of legs that could wrap around a man’s waist and never let go.
He lifted the skirt even higher, savoring every moment. Her knees came into view — soft, rounded, and perfectly feminine. Then her thighs... oh, her thighs. Thick, creamy, and incredibly soft, they were the kind of thighs that could smother a man in heaven. The skin was flawless, pale and smooth like fresh milk, with a slight sheen of nervous sweat that made them glisten invitingly.
Daniel’s hands trembled slightly with restraint as he continued raising the skirt.
The fabric slid sensually up her legs, revealing more and more of her thick, juicy thighs. He could see the way they pressed together, the soft flesh squeezing and creating that delicious gap near her core.
Finally, the skirt was lifted high enough to fully expose her plump, round ass. The skin-colored skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her lower body completely bare except for a tiny, soaked pair of panties that barely covered her dripping pussy and tight little asshole.
Daniel groaned softly at the sight. Her ass was a masterpiece — full, heart-shaped, and incredibly soft. The cheeks were pale and creamy, with a slight pink flush from earlier teasing. He could see the faint red marks where his phantom hands had squeezed them earlier.
Shirley was breathing heavily, her face pressed against the door, ass pushed out toward him like an offering. Her thick thighs trembled, and a thin trail of her arousal was visibly running down the inside of her leg.
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