A succubus who enjoys having her breasts sucked by everyone

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The enchantress who loves having her breasts suckled by everyone...

The grey, sheer nightgown perfectly suited my alluring figure.

I wore nothing underneath, my nipples pressed against the gauze, feeling a little tight. I looked at him seductively. He was handsome
and tall, wearing black-rimmed glasses; he was my stepson. Today, my husband was away on a business trip. His
glasses stared intently at my breasts, as if he wanted to bite them. But then, there was a knock at the door.

It was my husband's sister visiting. She had brought her young daughter, who was
blushing and looking at my stepson. They chatted casually, making small talk, and I didn't
pay much attention to what they wanted to say. After finally getting rid of them, my stepson immediately pounced on me, pulling me into his arms and silencing me with a kiss.

"Yes," I sobbed, bracing myself against his broad chest, pointing to the window. He strode over, closed
the window, and locked it tightly; he also locked the door from the inside. Then he rushed over, grabbed my waist, and began to devour my left breast.

"Ugh..." I sighed softly, frozen in place, letting him do as he pleased. Saliva soaked the thin gauze,
making my nipple clearly visible... He accurately caught my erect nipple with his teeth, gently biting it.

"Mmm... I want it..." I thrust my chest forward, turning to offer my right breast to his lips. He obediently
played with it with his large hands.

"Little vixen, I wish I could devour you whole," he whispered hatefully.

Actually, I also really liked his father; his father was my first love, but the feeling of having an affair
made it impossible for me to give up.

"Do you like drinking Mommy's milk?" I lovingly stroked his head, enjoying the numbing pleasure on my chest.

This was our first affair; I didn't intend to give myself to him, I just wanted to give him a little taste of pleasure. He was a
Peking University student, the freshman representative who spoke at the orientation meeting. Who would have thought
that this handsome, dashing young man, the prince charming in the eyes of his female classmates, would act like a dog in front of his stepmother?

"I like it," he finally released the nipple from his mouth, his large hands tightly gripping my breasts.

Mmm, so comfortable, so reassuring! His large hands were just the right size to hold my breasts, the soft flesh overflowing from
his grasp, softer than cotton, the softest and most alluring weapons in the world—I
already knew that.

He kneaded them lovingly, then released them, lifting them from below, weighing their captivating weight, and
when he let go again, watched them quiver alluringly before gracefully perking upwards. He marveled at
the wonders of creation.

I let him be mesmerized, let him admire, only wanting him to tease me a little longer. I grasped his large hand and taught him
to rub and play with my nipples using his rough thumb. I loved this method; it was the only way to soothe
the itch in my heart. He looked at me with doting eyes for a moment, then lifted me to sit on the large, comfortable sofa. I
leaned against him, sitting in his lap, letting his large hand slip under my armpits, flicking my nipples with his nimble thumb.

I sighed deeply, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the man's ministrations. His techniques became increasingly skillful, his touch gentle, slow, and teasing, and
my heart raced faster. Gradually, a burning pain appeared
in my nipples, making the thin fabric of my dress feel even more uncomfortable.

He was indeed a determined and shrewd man. I had even written that he was only 18 and had never been in
a relationship , yet he was so patient, making me feel good first, and then expecting me to have whatever I wanted later?

"It hurts!" He had only been teasing me for less than a minute, as I had instructed, but I couldn't take it anymore.

He stopped immediately upon hearing this: "Of course, you're so delicate, you can't handle even the slightest torment, let alone
through your clothes."

I obediently let him remove my thin veil, slightly thrusting out my chest, letting him gaze intently at me. My fair
breasts were kneaded until pink, with clear male fingerprints on them; my nipples were bright red, twice their usual
size, trembling pitifully and erect. Even I found them alluring, so I shyly turned my head away.

"What's wrong, baby, are you shy? Hasn't my dad played with you like this before?"

"No?! What's he doing? Leaving you, his little darling, unloved, and going to some European
conference ? In my opinion, you're much more precious than those money-making opportunities."

As if remembering something, he took something off his neck. It was a crystal-clear
bead, about the size of a fingertip, half white and half red, strung on a strange cord that was neither gold nor silk. He said in a bribing manner, "This
is a family heirloom left to me by my grandfather. Now I'm giving it to you, and you can't leave me afterward!"

"This... is too precious, I dare not accept it."

"What's there to dare or not dare? Do you want to leave me and abandon me?" As he spoke, his
eyes began to redden, as if he was about to cry.

"Alright, alright, I'll take it. It's ugly for a boy to cry!"

Hearing this, he immediately grinned and put the bead around my neck.

"What if your father finds out?"

"So what! He can't control his own wife, and he won't let me control her either!" He didn't care at all
what the consequences would be if my husband found out about this conspicuous bead. I thought to myself, is he being horny?
Anyway, I don't care. It'll be him, not me, who will fight like this.

"Look at that bead, its red part shimmering, a striking contrast to my red nipple, exceptionally alluring.
This is probably one of the reasons he insisted on giving it to me.

I was still admiring it when his large mouth took the bead into his mouth… his eyes provocatively staring at me. I
defiantly took his lips in mine, scooping the bead out of his mouth. Back and forth, the bead alternated between our
lips , the milky white gradually turning snow-white amidst our saliva, the red becoming even more crimson, but
neither of us noticed.

Finally, he pushed me down, spread my legs, and was about to attack my flower.

"No!"

He ignored me, spreading my legs wide, staring intently there. It was the first time he had seen a real person's genitals,
so naturally he was very curious. Between the fair skin was a slender pink flower, its petals wrinkled, with a
small pink bead at the tip. When my legs were closed, it became a pink line, almost imperceptible.

"Is this where a man goes in? Why is it so small?"

I kicked my legs, unable to break free from his grasp." I didn't want to show it to him today, but who knew he would show it to him since he was a child.
He gave me the pearl he'd worn all his life, and I was so touched that I lost my guard, and the
situation I should have ordered a servant to impersonate my husband and call to stop this intimacy,
but I couldn't spare the time.

His large hands seemed to generate electricity; the moment he grasped my slender ankles, I went limp, letting him
spread my long legs even wider. He looked at my slowly blooming pink flower and couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration. Suddenly, he pounced on me,
covering my mouth with his large lips.

"Ah!" I gasped, my body curling up, my legs clamping his large head between them.

"No…"

He actually licked my pink flower with his tongue! That was my most sensitive spot, and instinct compelled me to push forward instead of retreat,
twisting my hips against his large mouth.

Mmm, so good!

He used his large tongue to plow my petals up and down, the silky sensation delighting him.

After a moment, my juices welled up, trickling into his mouth. He became even more excited, sucking on the fluid,
making shameful "smacking" sounds, even holding the pink petals in his tongue and sucking desperately.

Ah, he gently bit it with his teeth!!

My fluids flowed even more freely. My whole body was hot and itchy, and I began to writhe slightly. My mind was blank;
I didn't know whether I wanted him to continue forever, or I wanted him to ravage me even more.

In a blur, he pulled away, took off his black-rimmed glasses, and continued sucking.

How did he know so much? Wasn't he still a virgin?

I vaguely thought, unconsciously twisting my hips, chasing after a more intense sensation. His teeth bit down on my
petals , and I pulled them outwards. He wouldn't let go, and I kept pulling. The petals were gripped, and I felt a throbbing pain at the base. I
had never experienced anything like it before! It felt so good!! His eyes were fixed on my excited face, watching my shameless actions.

My petals were completely engorged with blood, so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but I still wasn't satisfied.

"Let's try the other side!"

He obeyed, releasing his grip and biting the other petal. I closed my eyes, gently twisting my hips again, savoring the
sinful pleasure.

Only when I felt blood welling up did I finally stop, my slender waist relaxing in exhaustion. He opened his mouth wide, and
my flower returned to his warm lips. But not tormented, but comforted.

His tongue roamed over my pitiful tenderness, sucking and nibbling incessantly; he seemed to really enjoy the taste!

Mmm… I so enjoy his mouth… How wonderful it would be if he could hold me like that forever! I
thought, ecstatically. I wanted him to suckle my flower forever. It felt so good I'd rather go to hell!!

He… his tongue… mmm… actually slipped inside my vagina!! Skillfully teasing its depths. I
shuddered ,

a thick, almost solid fluid gushing uncontrollably from my body. My hands gripped
the sofa beneath me tightly, reaching an irreversible climax.

"Mmm," I weakly pounded the sofa with my fist, the climax had come too early, "I want more..."

I'd heard that male masseurs in Bali use their mouths to give female customers a spa treatment, and I thought my stepson was
even better than them, but it wasn't a service I could just ask for.

I looked up at my stepson, who was now completely naked, his enormous
member proudly displaying its impressive size... Wow, amazing! As amazing as his father, no,
even more powerful.

Before I could even finish admiring him, he stretched out his long arm and carried me into the bedroom.

I felt weak all over, only stealing glances at his well-defined, beautiful muscles. Soon, he threw me onto
a large bed, and then, impatiently, entered me.

"Ah, it hurts!" I weakly braced myself against his thick arm; he was so big, and had been hard for so long, I'd
never experienced anything like it. Luckily I'd already had an orgasm, otherwise I would have been torn apart.

"You little devil! So much foreplay, and you're still complaining of pain!! You're going to suffocate me! Ah, so tight!"

He stopped. But his fingers touched my clitoris and flicked it.

"No!" I trembled again, the lingering pleasure inside me instantly ignited, and fluid gushed out again
.

He thrust deeper. No!

"Ah...ah..." The massive thing went all the way in each time. I don't know how many times I screamed, until my throat
was hoarse and I couldn't make a sound anymore, and he was still tirelessly thrusting.

No, I've had enough...someone take this beast away!!

The long night passed, and I couldn't remember how many orgasms I had. I only remember falling asleep from
exhaustion .

[The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated: "Very good article, detailed content, realistic feeling...Very good article, detailed content, realistic feeling...Damn, any man would like someone like this, but being a wife is scary...Sigh, reading this reminds me of my first girlfriend, her breasts were very delicate, and she always made me kiss her there after we finished. It's a pity she's gone!"] Sometimes I do miss it, but I can only talk about it here. The female lead is passionate and quite open-minded, only suitable as a playmate, not someone you can spend your life with. This is just my personal opinion.

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