Chapter 152: Who Is the Real Pervert? (R-18)

"Are you sure she won’t be coming back today?" Yennefer asked.

Max was already lying on the bed, with his penis standing up hard, looking far too comfortable with where this was going. While Yennefer hesitantly took off her bra. There was a trace of uncertainty on her face.

"I don’t want to get caught and end up being labeled a pervert."

Technically, Max was obviously the pervert here.

But considering how much older Yennefer was than him, if they actually got caught, somehow she was probably going to be the one everyone labeled as the perverted one.

And now, with what they were about to do—or rather, what Max had forced her to do—there was no way Yennefer wouldn’t look like the perverted one.

That made her more hesitant than ever.

She was now fully naked, with her panties lying on the floor alongside her bra. Max simply nodded, his eyes fixed on the patch of hair at the bottom of her stomach.

"She has gone back to the city. Even if she returned today, it won’t be before it’s almost night..."

Yennefer still didn’t look convinced, but after glancing at the clock and seeing that it was still sharp noon, she finally nodded.

Her face was already flushed as she climbed onto the bed and carefully stood there, looking like she was still reconsidering every decision that had led her to this point.

Max looked up at her.

For a moment, he had to adjust his angle just to see her properly. Her big breasts blocked most of his view of her face, but strangely enough, that wasn’t even what had caught his attention.

His eyes had already locked onto her thick thighs, well at a bush grown in between them.

Yennefer shifted her footing, clearly nervous, before carefully lowering herself into position and placing her legs around his shoulders.

"Just be gentle, okay..."

Max nodded.

Yennefer went on to take a seat, slowly lowering herself until her butt came closer to Max’s face.

The moment her butt was just above him, Max’s lips widened into a grin. There was barely an inch between his face and her giant butt now, close enough for him to catch the scent coming from her folds.

His mouth watered despite himself.

From where he was lying, he could see her slightly darker, pinkish folds partially covered by her pubes, the pinkish inside glistening with moisture.

And just above them, directly within his line of sight, was her slightly gaping anus.

The beautiful, smooth ring, with a few pubes around it, only made the contrast with her brown butt more noticeable as she leaned forward.

Max suddenly felt her hand grab his penis, followed by her irritated mutter.

"Why does this bastard have to be this big?"

He could practically imagine the irritated expression on her face as she said it. A silent chuckle escaped him before he reached up and grabbed her big butt.

"I love your butt. It’s so soft and big..."

As he sucked on the side of her folds and the back of her thighs, "Nghh..." a moan escaped her, startling even herself as she shivered slightly.

His lips moved closer to her folds, while Max delivered more kisses to her round, big butt and kept fondling her buttocks. Despite how strange the experience was for her, she gradually became a bit more relaxed as she continued stroking his penis.

"Just don’t bite on it..." she muttered.

Max only smirked.

Of course, that was exactly what he had been tempted to do. The comparison had practically formed itself in his mind: a giant, smooth chocolate peach with a soft, milky sheen to it.

And damn, it was soft.

He couldn’t even find the right words for just how soft it felt. When he held it firmly, the flesh yielded beneath his grip, sending subtle ripples across it.

Her knees slowly slid outward, causing her butt to lower further onto Max’s face while her stomach came to rest against his chest. Before long, she was practically lying fully on top of him—not because she had intended to, but because, annoyingly enough, the position was actually comfortable.

Yennefer glanced down at Max before her eyes drifted toward his penis. She immediately tried to stop herself from thinking about how awkwardly close they were to each other.

She really needed to stop thinking about how close her vagina was to his face.

At this distance, there was simply no way he couldn’t see everything.

But the thought refused to leave her mind.

Frustrated, Yennefer couldn’t help thinking, ’Why can’t he just be satisfied with me sucking his dick?’

She focused on what she was doing, keeping one hand moving as she continued, but her irritation only grew.

’Why does this idiot even want to lick me? It’s not even shaved...’

The thought made her sigh internally.

It seemed getting older didn’t necessarily make someone shameless.

Apparently, some people were simply born that way.

Max certainly seemed to be one of them.

As if proving the point, his arm pressed against her thighs before his hand moved to hold her buttocks, spreading them as his fingers moved between her folds.

He spread them slightly, giving himself a clearer look. Her folds were fairly contained, something that suited her age—mature-looking, but naturally not very prominent.

He’s actually spreading them? she thought, shocked.

She was just about to turn around and curse him when a sudden moan escaped her as Max caught her off guard.

Max gave her spreaded folds a long lick, drawing another moan from Yennefer as her pupils rolled back.

Her hand remained around his penis, but Max clearly wasn’t satisfied with stopping there.

He kept going, completely ignoring the dense bush covering the top of her folds—or, by this point, the bottom, given the angle he was working from.

Yennefer could only moan.

Max captured more of her folds in his mouth and sucked on them, occasionally teasing the entrance with a teasing lick.

The combination left Yennefer barely able to do anything except moan. Her composure was rapidly falling apart despite her best efforts to maintain it.

"Don’t suck so hard..." she managed to mutter, her eyes turning teary from the intensity of his licking.