Her lower half convulsed involuntarily. Laila couldn't regain her composure amidst the cascading waves of stimulation. She could only press her body against his and writhe, perplexed as to why her body felt both paralyzed and electrified, with nerves ablaze. A sensation akin to boiling water surged from within her, overflowing and cascading downward.

The heat seared her body, awakening primal instincts. Even clothed, it felt as though the center of her being was being penetrated, piercing deep into her core.

The child trembled with fear. Despite swallowing the saliva that trickled down from him, his mouth continued to feel dry.

"Uh, huh." " Hmm."

Laila had no idea how oddly she emitted moans. She was also unaware that she was gently raising her hips and pressing herself against him. As she did so, the volume of the man pressing her intensified ferociously.

Unable to contain his excitement, Cain parted his lips and lifted his upper body. Laila, barely catching her breath, trembled as she watched him, firmly grasping her exposed breasts through her nightgown and placing them into his mouth.

"Hmmph."

Laila's body writhed in response to the electrifying stimulation. The pinched breasts tingled, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Cain lowered one hand and caressed her round knee. The hand that slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown smoothly glided over her silky legs, climbing up to her thighs. As her leg twitches, she quickly closed her legs, and his hand brushed against her secret place over her panties. Gently exploring the flesh, the wandering hand slid inside, about an inch or so.

"Wait, just a moment."

Startled, Laila held onto Cain's hand. She was frightened of what might unfold.

"It's okay, Laila. It won't hurt."

"Hmm, but..."

Laila's voice dripped with hesitation. It wasn't that she disliked it, but she was apprehensive because she had never experienced anything like this before. She had never granted anyone access to her intimate realm so casually. Until a moment ago, she couldn't have anticipated that it would come to this.

"Promise me, Laila. I won't hurt you."

Cain whispered again, pressing his lips to her ear. His warm breath, accompanied by his voice, melted away her anxieties. She didn't realize that the word "promise" held such profound power. Perhaps it was because she believed in what Cain said. His response was about the physical aspect, while her hesitation was of a psychological nature, but sharing those concerns became irrelevant.

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Laila released her hand from his wrist. Instead, she grasped his shoulders and took a deep breath. Cain slowly slid his hand into her panties, giving her time to adjust. He delicately caressed the sensitive skin, savoring the feeling of her warmth, and the air crackled with anticipation.

He ventured further down, delving into the depths between her legs. As soon as he reached the luscious forest, Laila gasped and froze, her hand tracing circles in the air, stirring the space between them.

A gasp escaped Laila's lips as she held her breath, immobilized. The sensation of the hair falling and rising, tangling and untangling under his fingertips felt vividly real. It was embarrassing, humiliating, yet the tantalizing touch stirred something within her.

"Here it is."

Cain's deep, languid voice resonated, and his hand made contact with the round flesh. With a slight pressure, Laila couldn't resist the stimulation and her hips jerked. He waited, then skillfully rotated his fingertips over her core.

"Ah, ohh, Cain, that's enough," Laila moaned, her voice choking with pleasure. The tingling, tickling, indescribable sensations made it hard to catch her breath. As if pleased with her response, he continued caressing the flesh with his fingertips, intensifying her pleasure. The fiery sensations intensified without restraint. Unable to bear it any longer, Laila arched her back, dampening her head.

"Ugh, hmph, ohhh."

Laila's body trembled and then fell limp. Her inexperienced body, unaccustomed to even the slightest touch, experienced an overwhelming climax from the mere flickering of his fingertips. The hand that supported her shoulders suddenly let go. She was still caught up in the throes of ecstasy. Just when she thought it was over, Cain's gesture began anew.

"Cain?"

"Not yet, my love."

Even in the darkness, his wicked gaze was vividly apparent. His hand delved deeper, probing downward. This time, his middle finger led the way, tracing the groove of her valley.

"Here's another cute spot."

His hand slid deeper, smoothly exploring. Plunging into the slippery crevice, his fingers moved up and down, pushing aside the inner flesh and exploring the depths of her abyss. The sensation was different from before, and Laila struggled to suppress her moans, her breath heavy. She never could have imagined that being touched in this intimate area would elicit such sensations. The slick, viscous flesh rubbing against her produced such electrifying pleasure.

"More lewd than I expected. It's soaking wet like this."

Cain spun his finger around the opening, releasing lascivious sounds. He gently pushed his fingertip inside and stirred the interior.

"It's completely damp down here. Just my touch feels like it's being sucked in."

"Cain, please."

His words were so unabashed that I wanted to cover my ears. However, I couldn't tell if this was a typical conversation between lovers during an intimate encounter or if he was playfully teasing me. I felt embarrassed, as if I had become a lewd woman, and indeed, my body grew hotter and the space between my legs tightened. With my legs spread open, I hoped he would move quickly and deliver the same pleasure as before, despite the embarrassment it brought.