Our Summer Is Not Over - vanish into fiction

In that moment, Mia’s body jolted upward and tensed.

“What… are you doing…!”

Even without seeing her face, it wasn’t hard to imagine the expression she must be making. Dylan sucked on her folds and clitoris, swallowing all the liquid she released.

“Ah, huh.”

After licking her until she was swollen and puffy, Dylan raised his tongue and pushed it into her entrance.

Because Mia had tensed up even more than before, her opening was even tighter. Feeling the pressure of her squeezing him, Dylan rubbed her thigh, slowly coaxing her to relax.

“You need to relax your body.”

“I can’t… I can’t…”

Groaning as if in pain, Mia tightened her legs as much as she could.

“Stop… please. Why aren’t you doing it like last time…”

Because of that, Dylan, now pressed firmly to her and tightly joined, licked her inner flesh even more earnestly than before.

He gently bit down on her pronounced clitoris, rubbing it with his tongue as if to smooth out every wrinkle.

“Ah, mm. Huh.”

After one tremor shook her body, Mia’s strength left her. Even so, perhaps bothered by the head pressed down between her legs, she tried to close her spread thighs.

As if to punish her for constantly fidgeting, Dylan bit into the inside of her thigh.

“Dylan… ah, it tickles.”

He sucked and licked, over and over.

It was as if he was determined to taste every inch of Mia’s body. Among the spots his mouth covered was the area pricked by a pin during the fitting not long ago.

“You like it, don’t you?”

“My stomach, nnh. How could it feel good when it’s throbbing like this.”

As if that could be true.

“Being bitten down on so tightly like this.”

He pressed a short kiss to her sex as he slid his finger into her entrance.

Inside, Mia was already thoroughly loosened. Her flushed opening clung tightly to his fingers, perfectly.

“How am I supposed to fix your habit of always talking around things instead of just saying you like it?”

Wherever he touched, Mia’s body responded honestly. Though she herself tried to suppress the moans that escaped, clearly not pleased by them. But the way her voice broke into separate syllables as she spoke made Dylan’s reason spin.

“Why do I… have to fix it…”

“You don’t have to.”

“Huh.”

“It’ll naturally take care of itself with time.”

Dylan slowly stretched his fingers, loosening Mia’s entrance. Unlike his fiercely aroused member, his movements were slow and leisurely.

As he gently swirled his fingers, the inner walls shuddered and the muscles tightened hard. All the layers of pleasure built up and exploded at once, making Mia tremble violently as she reached her climax.

Perhaps unable to withstand the movements that escaped her own control any longer, Mia called out to Dylan with a voice heavy with moisture.

“Haah, Dy—lan.”

“Yes.”

“Please… mm, hurry, do something…”

As if expecting what would come next, her entrance kept fluttering. Dylan, pleased by that, bit down hard on her rounded hip, leaving his mark, and then stood up.

Mia, still gripping his uniform like a lifeline, filled his view. She had turned her head to the side, rubbing her flushed face against Dylan’s clothes.

Just that small action made Dylan’s arousal swell even more. He ran a hand over his smooth forehead as he took in the sight for a moment.

“Dylan…”

Mia drew out his name with her small lips.

More than pleased—he wanted to devour every inch of her right then.

Barely holding onto his fraying reason, Dylan aimed his penis at Mia’s entrance, now soft and slick from both her fluids and his. As he slowly pressed in, her entrance opened and closed, sucking him in.

“Ah, uhh…”

Only the tip had entered, but already Mia’s inner walls were welcoming him, gently squeezing him. Her hips trembled slightly.

As if needing to grip something to withstand the situation, Mia’s hands were clenched tight. One on a stack of documents, the other on Dylan’s uniform. Late summer sunlight scattered over Mia from above.

To see Mia Blair, flushed with arousal… Dylan was sure nothing in the world could be more beautiful.

As he gazed dazedly at her, Mia’s entrance began to clench and knead Dylan’s penis, begging for pleasure. Barely holding back the urge to climax, he spoke in a low, steady voice.

“Mia.”

As soon as she heard her name, Mia’s insides squeezed him even harder than before.