Chapter 383. All The Massage Slowly Turns Into A Pleasure We Lost Ourselves Into**

The atmosphere in the chamber had transcended mere passion; it had become something primal, a fever dream of oil, water, and raw flesh.

Lia could feel the vibrations of William’s arousal through her entire body, a seismic force that demanded she give him everything she had.

Seeing the way his cock twitched and throbbed against her cleavage, Lia decided to escalate further. She leaned forward until her face was inches from the crown of his cock.

With a hungry exhale, she opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, her jaw aching with anticipation. Then, she descended.

She took the swollen, sensitive tip into her mouth first, her tongue swirling around the corona with devastating precision.

Slurp... mmmph... schlick.

Then, with a confident, practiced motion, she slid her mouth down the entire length of the shaft. She pushed forward until she was attempting to swallow as much of him as her throat would allow, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt the sheer girth of him filling her.

Her tongue danced along the underside, flicking against the frenulum with expert, rapid movements that drew guttural, broken sounds from William’s throat.

Gulp... schlick... mmmgh... slurp.

The noises she made were wet, obscene, and utterly shameless—the sounds of a woman who had completely surrendered to her own desire.

William watched her through half-lidded eyes, a surge of fierce, possessive pride washing over him. Seeing her like this devoted, desperate, and performing with such skill made him feel like a king.

"Fuck, Lia... you’re incredible," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her rhythm.

But Lia was not content with using only her mouth. Even as she performed the oral assault, she kept her breasts engaged, grinding the slick, oiled mounds against his shaft in a coordinated attack of sensation.

Her mind was a whirlwind of pleasure; ’Smearing my boobs with all this oil has made them so sensitive...’

’Every slide feels like electricity running straight to my cunt,’ she thought frantically.

The friction of her breasts sliding over him, combined with her mouth working the base, created a sensory overload. The sounds in the room were overwhelming: the wet suction of her mouth, the squelching of her breasts, and the frantic splashing of the water.

Schlick slurp, schlick slurp!

"Ahhh!... Mmmph!" Lia broke away for a split second to gasp for air, her lips glistening with saliva and sandalwood oil.

Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her eyes wild. "I’m already feeling so good~!"

"I’m so wet, William... I can feel myself dripping everywhere!"

The admission was true; her pussy was drenched, the slickness of her own arousal mixing with the spilled oil as she moved on her knees. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, each movement of her hips sending fresh waves of pleasure through her core.

William was beyond the point of no return. The dual assault of her mouth and her breasts, combined with the relentless lubrication of the oil, had pushed his nervous system to its absolute limit.

His hips began to buck uncontrollably, his muscles coiling and releasing in desperate spasms.

"Ahhh!... Lia! Fuck, Lia!" he roared, his voice cracking as he reached the precipice. "I can’t! I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!"

"I’m going to fucking cum inside your mouth!"

Lia didn’t flinch. Instead, she let out a keening, triumphant scream, opening her mouth wider and pressing her breasts tighter against him, determined to catch every single drop of his release.

"Yes!... Give it to me! Give it all to me, William! Ahhhhhh~!"

The breaking point arrived like an explosion. William’s entire body went rigid, his back arching so violently that his muscles looked carved from granite.

His fists clenched with such force that his knuckles turned white, and his head snapped back as a guttural, primal roar tore from his throat. "LIA! FUCK!!!"

The first jet of semen hit with tremendous force. Lia had been trying to take as much as possible, but the sheer volume and pressure of his release was overwhelming.

The hot, thick liquid erupted from him in powerful pulses, forcing her to pull back slightly to avoid choking.

The semen splattered across her cheeks, her lips, and her forehead before cascading down in heavy streams. Because of the oil and the water, it spread rapidly, coating her skin in a glistening, pearlescent sheen.

"Ahh! Oh gods! Ahhhhhh~!" Lia screamed, not in pain, but in a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

She didn’t pull away; instead, she stared up with wide, dilated pupils at the tip of his cock. Her chest heaved as she watched the spectacle.

The cock remained impossibly hard, its size seeming to increase even further as it throbbed with the aftershocks of climax. Each pulse sent another thick rope of white liquid cascading down, painting her throat and the valley of her oiled breasts.

Splurt... schlick... splat...

The sounds were wet and rhythmic, echoing off the stone walls of the bathchamber.

Lia was panting, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. Her own body was still shaking from the secondhand climax, her pussy throbbing in time with his pulses.

"So much..." she whimpered, watching the creamy liquid drip from the tip of his cock. "William... you’re... you’re incredible..."

The cock continued to twitch, leaking residual streams of semen that mixed with the sandalwood oil on her skin. Lia’s eyes darkened with a renewed hunger.

"Hold on, William... don’t move yet," she commanded, her voice dripping with shameless need. "I’m not letting a single drop go to waste..."

"I’ll suck it clean."

She leaned back in, her movements deliberate and reverent. She started by using her tongue to lap up the semen that had landed on her own lips and cheeks, tasting the salty, musky heat of him.

Then, she focused on the source. Her tongue became a weapon of pleasure again, swirling around the swollen head, licking up every remaining bead of cum that leaked from the urethra.

Slurp... mmmph... schlick... slurp.

She worked her way down the shaft, using her tongue to clean the sticky evidence of his release, mixing it with the oil to create an even more decadent lubricant. The sounds she made were obscene, wet, sucking noises that filled the steam-filled room.

"Mmmph... ahh... so good..." she moaned between gulps, her throat working convulsively as she swallowed.

She was thorough, leaving nothing behind but the faint, glistening trail of his climax. Every lick was accompanied by a moan of satisfaction, her own arousal reigniting as she tasted him.

"I want every bit of you, William," she whispered against his sensitive skin, her breath hot and wet. "Every fucking drop."

Lia worked with a single-minded devotion, her tongue tracing every ridge and groove of William’s cock until it gleamed like polished marble under the candlelight.

As she pulled away from the tip with a final, deliberate pop sound, she swallowed hard, tasting the lingering musk of his climax.

’There was so much accumulated in there...’ she thought hoarsely, her mind reeling from the sheer volume she had just witnessed. ’I can still feel the heat of it coating my throat.’

’He’s a force of nature.’

Wiping a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, Lia looked up at him. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed crimson, and her eyes sparkled with a dangerous, satisfied hunger.

A slow, feline smile spread across her lips.

"Thank you for your hard work, Instructor," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness.

But beneath that innocent gratitude, her mind was already racing ahead. ’I’m not done. Not even close.’

’I want to refresh him, to give him something even more intense than that...’

’I want to feel him inside where it counts.’

"So much of it came out of you, William," she said aloud, reaching out to stroke the underside of his still throbbing cock. "It was... overwhelming."

"But I think I can handle more." Her smile widened, turning predatory. "This time... I want to use my special place."

With deliberate slowness, Lia began to rise from her knees. The movement was hypnotic—the way her hips swayed, the way the water droplets rolled down her oiled stomach.

She reached for the vial one last time, but instead of pouring it over him, she tilted it downward. Her fingers dipped into the sandalwood oil, and she began to massage it directly into her own swollen, dripping folds.

The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers working between her thighs—schlick, schlick, schlickschlick—were obscene in the charged silence of the room.

"I need to be ready for you," she whispered, her head tilting back as she anticipated his next move. "I need to be slick enough to—"

She never finished the sentence.