Chapter 22 Fluids

Her forehead rested against the master's jaw, and her trembling body was completely enveloped by the master.
The body temperature that was lost due to nervousness rose sharply the moment it approached the master, and Grace could not help but hug the master tightly.
The master's body only had a very faint scent of detergent, and nothing else.
Other than that, Grace couldn't detect any scent. It was like opening a door in winter and seeing a field of snow. Even when she took a deep breath, all she could smell was emptiness and coldness.
The ownermaster's back was pressed tightly against her fingertips, revealing long and slender muscles that were clearly developed through years of exercise. When Grace hugged him tightly, she could feel the muscles silently hardening.
The ownermaster didn't make any other movements, h. He just held her like this.
His breath was steady and regular, and gradually, Grace also calmed down.
She no longer felt afraid, not after coming into contact with the ownermaster's physical presence.
To be honest, Grace had worried before coming. W, what if the ownermaster turns out to be a skinny young man who is even younger than her? What if the ownermaster is a middle-aged man with a big belly?
Although one's spirit should always surpass the physical body, she and the ownermaster were spiritually compatible, so she shouldn't be overly concerned with the physical body.
But, Grace admitted, she wasn't some extremely idealized pure angel either.
She also liked tall and handsome men.
And at this moment, she was embracing the ownermaster.
Grace was sure that he was a man who had extreme self-discipline with his physique and his age couldn't possibly be younger than hers.
Her thoughts began to relax and soar in the ownermaster's embrace, rising to heavenly realms.
Grace couldn't help but lift her head to see the ownermaster. E, even though she couldn't actually see him, she wanted to convey the idea of making eye contact.
She was certain that the ownermaster was looking at her as well.
"Hello, ownermaster," she said.
Beneath the red silk blindfold, her full and red lips parted, revealing her white teeth.
She said, "Hello, ownermaster."
After speaking, Grace gave a slightly nervous but not fearful smile.
Her long and silky hair draped over the ownermaster's hand, and Grace felt a hand slowly threading through her hair, reaching the roots.
Then, gently grabbing her hair.
With her head tilted back, it seemed like it was to allow the ownermaster to see more clearly.
Grace couldn't help but hold her breath, accepting the ownermaster's close scrutiny.
She couldn't see those eyes clearly, but she felt as though they had already seen through her, burning her.
The hands that were holding onto the ownermaster's shirt behind her involuntarily tightened, and Grace suddenly realized that the ownermaster had let go of her.
Like a drifting log that lost its connection, Grace panicked for a moment.
But the ownermaster quickly grabbed her hand again.
Grace was led to walk to the side.
When they stopped again, she realized she was standing between the ownermaster's legs.
The ownermaster sat down while she stood facing him.
Her hands were softly kneadrubbed by the ownermaster, each finger joint carefully massaged and caressed, finally reaching her fingertips.
The ownermaster's movements were always gentle, like the touch of a dragonfly on the water'sscratching the surface. Yet it was this subtle touch that caused ripples to surge through Grace's body.
It was too... erotic.
Grace couldn't control her thoughts that crossed her mind.
It was a hundred times more erotic than vigorous sexual intercourse. It was precisely this subtle rubbing and tasting...
She came to learn about every part of her body.
Grace couldn't help but tighten her legs and stiffen her body, resisting surrendering at this moment.
Soon, her ten fingers were completely touched by her master, and the master's hands brushed against her wrists.
Circling, the master's thumb and forefinger could easily imprison her.
As the fingers interlocked, they slid toward the arm.
When the circle couldn't be closed, it expanded, and then the palm pressed down, continuing to caress upwards.
All the way to Grace's shoulders.
She liked to wear a one-piece dress.
Before coming, Grace had carefully considered what kind of clothes to wear.
Sexy, mature, or conservative.
She chose and chose, and finally chose a pure white one-piece dress. Under the thin straps was a neckline that fit her chest, a cinched waist, and then the skirt slightly spread out to mid-thigh.
She chose a dress that best represented Grace.
Pure white, clean, but with the skirt stopping at the thighs.
At this moment, the master's hands had reached her shoulders.
Grace noticed that one finger slowly lifted the strap on one side of her shoulder.
Her breath immediately became hot, and Grace tightened her arms.
However, the finger did not hook her strap as Grace had expected.
The master just pinched her strap and slid it slowly back and forth a few times, then gently released it.
Grace felt like she was on a roller coaster, instantly returning from a dangerous slope to level ground.
Then, the big hand continued upwards.
Slowly reaching Grace's neck.
The soft side of her neck, Grace's heartbeat was exposed in the master's gently pressing fingertips.
After the dry and warm big hand gently caressed her neck for a while, it suddenly began to tighten slowly.
Grace's breath was forced to shut down in a hurry.
The master's hand tightened more and more.
Finally, completely blocking Grace's breath.
On her fair face, the rising blush became particularly conspicuous.
A faint layer dyed her cheeks, nose bridge, and forehead with the look of desire.
"...Master..." her voice seemed to be a plea, and also a delighted response.
The next second, the master's palm let go.
Grace's chest rose and fell rapidly, her rosy lips opened in longing for oxygen, and the master's thumb deeply embedded itself.
His palm cupped Grace's chin, and his thumb plunged deeply into Grace's mouth.
Warm and moist, in an instant, his finger enveloped her.
Before Grace could even breathe, the master's finger began to stir violently in her mouth.
Her lips involuntarily closed tightly, to prevent any fluid from escaping.
In the enclosed space, the sound of stirring water became even more evident.
Grace instinctively began to suck on the master's finger.
The stirring became even more intense, and Grace's oral cavity overflowed with uncontrollable fluids of desire.
And then, in the moment when she tried to swallow too much, when she couldn't bear it anymore, the master's thumb pressed heavily down.
In the next chapter, Grace's tongue and lips were forced apart, and her suppressed tongue couldn't make any swallowing movements.
Grace clearly sensed a warm fluid flowing slowly along her mouth corner.
—Just like her soaking wet lower body at the moment.