CHAPTER 63 “MORNING DEW 4”

Jenny screamed because of the sudden thrusting Jason had made into her femininity.

That's not unusual for Jason.

Because always, or otherwise it is more correct to say often, in the beginning, he becomes cautious and slow to give her enough time to get used or adjust with his assaults. But at this point, his mouth became too aggressive and violent with her femininity.

He didn't show any gentleness to her jewel because soon, as his mouth caressed her entrance, she also felt the rapid insertion of his finger there and began to come in and out. The reason why Jenny's eyesight started to become even more blurry with happiness.

“Damn! Jason! Shit!” she said consecutively when without any interval his tongue and mouth began to swim in front of her with the help of his finger.

If all those combined forces are to be looked at, what exactly is she up against? She could do nothing but give up because in fact, even with Jason's simple kiss, she was already weakened, what if he was like this? That he began to coax even the most sensitive parts of his body. Taken over by his scorching tongue.

But at the time, Jenny wasn't sure if it was right to use the word coaxing based on the way Jason nurtured her femininity. Because the truth is, she feels in those moments that he starts to punish her with the insane level or degree of happiness that only the young man is capable of giving her.

Jason is now recklessly devouring her femininity. And that’s how she feels too. It was like a delicious meal or piece of meat that he has shredded thoroughly. And in the way, the young man was doing the caress of his tongue there, that she was really scorched by the extreme heat. It was as if he was tempting himself to make not only her but himself even more excited.

"Oh, shit, Jason, it's good!" she then touched his hair and gently pulled it. "Mmmnnn ...," she added then closed her eyes and she raised her head and caught her breath.

Jason didn't respond to what she said, something she wasn't surprised at because the young man was always like that. Perhaps he is concentrating on what he does which in turn is beautiful.

Nothing beats the heat of feeling she feels in those moments.

She didn't even know how she would respond to the delicious and insane assault Jason's mouth was making on her femininity.

His mouth did not rest as he grazed her cut. As his finger went in and out, it was as if something was being touched inside her and that did an addition to the insane happiness that she feels.

How many times she cursed; she could no longer remember. All she knew was that she was crazy about how glorious but warm she felt in those moments.

Jason and his mouth claimed her femininity.

Although this is not the first time that Jason has done this kind of audacity to her, she is always looking for something like this to be done to her by the young man.

Moments later she felt Jason pull his finger out from inside her. A violent sigh Jenny accidentally let out because of that.

The young man then placed one of his hands on her buttocks and pushed it upwards.

It was then that the mixed emotions in her chest swelled. Especially since her buttocks look like the back of the plate while her jewel is the food that he started eating directly with his own mouth.

“Oh, my goodness, Jason! Mmmnnn ...” she exclaimed because of the young man's actions.

The young man didn't move and didn't seem to hear what she said because he just kept doing what he was doing. And it was because of her posture that he had a good view of what he was doing as a continuation of his breakfast meal.

That is the truth.

The way Jason treated her femininity in those moments as if it had a pang of big guilt in him. She says that because the happiness she enjoys is too inhumane aside from the fact that it is not even the "real thing" of what they are doing.

But even so, she lied if she did not admit that she had nothing to look for in those moments. And the truth is, what if it was just now that Jason would treat her jewel? How about later?

“Jason, it's so good! You're great, you're great! ” she said when she couldn't stop herself from saying.

She knew Jason would love that and she was sure there. But she didn't say that just to screw it up. She said that because that was really the truth.

More than just the word satisfied happens to her every time they do something like this. And at least once she doesn’t even remember that she won the fight against the heat of their bodies. Because Jason always has the trophy.

Overwhelming pleasure, that was the gradual and seemingly raging sensation that spread throughout her as Jason continued to do so. How many times it drew on her body that seemed to be struck by an electrifying feeling due to the young man's constant and relentless infusion of her femininity, Jenny could not say.

“T-There it is! Jason! ” when she was about to reach the glorious side that was what the young lady spontaneously exclaimed.

With that said, Jason quickly stopped what he was doing. After that, he stood up then without a word he carried her and made her sat on the long bathroom counter.

Jason kissed her and she responded to them. Then, as their lips remained to be claiming each other, in a plunging way she felt the young man push his manhood into the jewel between her thighs.

A loud growl would have escaped her but that didn't happen because the young man did not let go of her mouth.

A full and deep penetration became Jason's start. Then he took one of her legs and slung it over her shoulder.

Jenny could feel the pulse of Jason's manhood inside her. And that was one of the reasons why the heat she felt became even more intense. And even if let’s say the bathroom was cold with the water coming out of the open shower. Those were nothing compared to the intense fire of longing they both had at those moments.

It wasn't long before Jason could adjust his position as he began to come in and out of her. But as she had said before, now this was not the quiet man she knew. Because just as in the way he claimed her femininity before with his mouth, fingers, and tongue, so too was the same practice he used to begin raining a series of dew on her sensitive flower.