CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: FERVENT TENDERNESS PART 1.

The sexual stench permeates Indayra’s bedroom, intoxicating the peeping Busty Lady, timidly ogling the glossy virility of her Sugar Daddy. {I-It wasn’t «Glaze» what i tasted from Gagk’Xannia’s finger. If not N’Ïrk’s seed...}.

Shame overpowers Niveilia, immobilized by her shyness, and conflicted with the idea of having another opportunity to savor such indecorous delicacy.

"There’s something do you need, My Sugar Baby?". Inquires N’Ïrk, opening the ajar door, standing half naked in front of Niveilia.

She is in a trance, moving her hand with a soft harmless approach, sweeping a drop of semen from the layer of fluid coating N’Ïrk’s manhood.

The warmth and the viscousness of the substance, takes the Busty Lady out of her reverie, embarrassed of her bold move, and trying to flee like she did in the Mall in her first interaction with N’Ïrk.

However. He is faster, holding with a firm grip the wrist of Niveilia. She gulps down loudly, a bit fearful of how N’Ïrk would react, she touched him improperly without the man’s consent, and spied on him too.

Then, differently to the lady’s thoughts, the free hand of N’Ïrk caresses the cheek of Niveilia with a gentle touch, brushing the skin, provoking a relaxing assureness that parts her lips with a breathless exhalation of relief.

Lowering her gaze and shrugging her shoulders, the Busty Lady is dominantly held by the chin, forced to hold her gaze against N’Ïrk’s predatorial eyes.

Taking the chance, he trails his fingers down the damsel’s silhouette, placing his hand on the hip, to have access to the succulent soft waist.

Niveilia is aghast, blushing, her head slightly tilted and her mouth partially ajar. N’Ïrk reduces the distance, starting with a featherlightly pressure on the lady’s meaty red lips.

The fact that N’Ïrk came onto Niveilia so fast, decided and oppressive, acknowledges the obvious truthfulness the young man possess, and constantly reminds to those around him.

The Busty Lady is lightheaded, she is kissing her crush, no prior warning or preparation available for her.

The shock causes a dim dizziness in the novice Niveilia, who is too out of herself to care about anything surrounding her in the Deck’s corridor.

The fierce overwhelming smooch is more than blissful, driving her crazy, too powerless to oppose any resistance or compliance against the assault her mouth is receiving.

Her star pupils glow with a golden shine, a goofy smile curving on the corners of her mouth with the compliment she barely hears.

"Good job My Sugar Baby". Comments the young man, interrupting the kiss and trailing the damsel’s lips with his index. "You must be wanting this since we met. Am i wrong?".

She close her eyelids with embarrassment, shaking her head, then nodding, doubting how to respond without talking, not wanting to stutter ever again before her crush, but knowing she eventually might do so.

"Niveilia. You need to stare into my eyes while answering me".

The damsel complies, observing dreamily the handsome face of N’Ïrk, sighing with a hint of horniness.

Their lips merge again, N’Ïrk guides Niveilia, wordlessly teaching, and instructing her, letting the lady to have a try on her own.

She clumsily breaks the kiss, panicking with the failed deed. "I liked the intent, My Sugar Baby. But was a bit too short. Do another attempt".

Niveilia shyly nods, tasting, and glittering her lips with a coating of saliva. Her passionate eyes are more expressive than any sentence she could utter, her tongue dancing with N’Ïrk’s.

She weak up in the middle of the night due to feeling her mouth a bit dry, and she went for a glass of water to quench her thirst. However, in her stroll, she got enraptured by the wild primal sight of N’Ïrk having his way with Indayra’s rear.

Now may be her turn, but the idea terrifies Niveilia, ceasing the kiss, and rapidly repenting for it. Her eyes almost are teary, but a quick peck from the man erase the biological response, surprising the damsel.

A new peck lands on her lips, hinting her to act on her own, and she does it, responding to her partner’s needs.

This time she is less restrained, more daring with her tongue, but overally timid, as if she doesn’t want to pry too much, like if she were a burden.

Slowly, the progression subsides, as their mouths continue with the intimate exchange of caresses and light pecks.

Drunk in pleasure, Niveilia quivers, finally reaching a natural fulfilling end, though her star pupils are completely dilated, and the heartbeat is pulsing strongly, making bounce the bosom under her tight pink camisole.

Looking the vulnerable gullible damsel, N’Ïrk issues an abrupt command. "Try it". The order shakes Niveilia, liberating her from the lingering guilt within her.

She nods with innocence, letting N’Ïrk guide the stained finger of the lady, towards her red plump lips. Niveilia opens her mouth, boldly letting her eyes glued to her Sugar Daddy, while ambitiously sucking her own finger, swallowing the sweet drop of sperm.

"Did you like my flavor?".

Niveilia nods again, she is too ashamed to speak up, to express aloud her desires. But she doesn’t have to. Because N’Ïrk can orient her in that sense.

"Then, My Cute Sugar Baby. You wouldn’t mind cleaning me, using your pretty little mouth. Right?. Would you do that for me?".

Another silent nod comes from the Busty Lady.

"What about Indayra?. She needs to be cleaned to, and a bit of «Treatment» wouldn’t be bad neither. As you saw. I was a little bit too rough with the backdoor of My Sex Doll".

A shiver course through Niveilia’s spine, the crude language is not of her liking, but is somehow sensuous when she listens to it with N’Ïrk’s voice.

He let go Niveilia. But she remains in place, shyly nodding with resolution.

{My Sugar Baby is kinkier of what i thought, or saw in the list}

N’Ïrk puts his hands on the damsel’s shoulders, a bit of pressure is sufficient for the docile lady to kneel.

The engorged manhood is right in front of her, the scent too fragrant to wait for permission, succumbing to the sugary smell, opening her mouth to engulf her crush’s virility...