BXBX NOVEL Chapter 116 Peeping Through A Crack [Mild R18]
Harker froze from that moment. He couldn\'t believe his eyes that she was really doing this just after everything. It didn\'t fit the sequence of events.
But then again…. Maybe people deal with grief differently?
Who was he to judge, when he had also thought about the sexy times he had with Mina while missing her.
Professor Seward continued to smoke, one hand placing the blunt in between her index and middle finger. Meanwhile….
Her other hand was traveling all over her chest.
She wasn\'t really touching it yet, per se. She just grazes her fingers ever so lightly on her own rotund breasts. Beside her were the bunch of letters that he found hard to read.
Harker knew he should stop looking, but again, he was stuck in place. He reasoned to himself that it was because of the passing shadow and his curiosity about this woman\'s past with the sea captain.
There was no attraction at all. It\'s just a woman\'s body, and a woman touching her body. Who he feels no attraction for whatsoever because he had only been smitten with his own lover.
He had watched several porn where he doesn\'t feel anything towards the woman, and this should be no different.
He was more focused on Joan reading the letters out loud to herself.
".... Your bosom keeps on taunting my mind in the early morn, and I find myself lost in the… Ahh… Round fruits that tasted so sweet over my lips that one summer afternoon."
Joan pinched one of her own nipples as she read this. "That day when I had been invited by your parents for tea, despite the penniless ruffian that I was. While they went inside to see how the servants had prepared the tiny treats for the guests, you placed your hand on my lap and let me come closer to your neck. Do you recall that, my dear? I recall it every once in a while."
\'Man, they\'re really freaky doing that while the parents were just nearby. But then again, it would be pot calling the kettle black on my part if I called them out.\' Harket thought, remembering his own encounter with Mina in that convenience store bathroom.
Joan continued pinching her own perked up nipple, even twisting it. "You asked me if I had truly come to taste your family\'s cherry pie that they boasted upon my arrival. When I could have been eating those cherries resting on your soft muffin instead."
She let go of the letter for a while, as she was starting to feel it. "Oh, Edmund….. Yes, I do remember…. How could I forget how your hot lips felt over my skin….."
A bit of her British accent slipped through. She held her head back as she spread her hand like a claw and kept on grabbing and massaging that already hard breast of hers.
Then, she let it move further down as she read the details about Edmund giving her cunnilingus under the table.
"I had lifted your long dress and I must admit, it was truly bothersome. But it is worth it, and I was like a diver swimming past layers and layers of cloth just to get through that treasure I so seek. I could not help myself from taking a bite off your smooth thigh, and moving my fingers towards the back of the knee, I did. I made more marks under there as it had always pleased you so."
Joan was now rubbing her muff in a circular motion. She gasped and accidentally let go of the weed she was smoking. But she didn\'t care, and let it rest in her sternum.
She was sweating now, making her dark hair have this sort of sheen in it. She pushed one finger inside her hole.
"But I knew that I should not just give attention to your legs. Your parents may come soon, and I must please that little red darling that has been beckoning me for an inkling of my love. And so I started pushing my tongue in and...."
She then laid on her stomach, placing the letter in front of her. With her other hand free…
She suddenly went to touch her own buttocks, giving it a smack before reaching out to the hole. "...I also gave my regards to your other pretty flower from behind. It is a shame that some men would not want to give them attention in cowardice. But if it is not meant to be satisfied as well, then why must such pleasure derive from such a spot?"
Harker\'s eyes widened. \'Okay….. So Edmund likes to fill both holes, huh? I never really considered if I like it myself, but it doesn\'t sound so bad either. It would probably be so—\'
"Tight." The letter had finished his internal sentence for him, almost as if he and Edmund were on the same wavelengths. "Oh love, it was truly a narrow path for my fingers to take. But that is exactly what made it so lovable, this tinier and taut hole of yours."
Harker thought if he should keep listening, since this was more like a listening to a reading of a Victorian-era erotica from someone masturbating. There wasn\'t much that he learned besides that Edmund and Joan were mad freaky.
Joan was groaning against the bed sheets now. She fingered both holes faster, her ass up in the air.
It seemed she had forgotten about the letter already and was focused on pleasing herself now. She was already shivering like she was coming close.
"Edmund….. Oh….. Fuck me..." She called out with her head buried on the bed sheet.
Harker tried to stand up from the peephole, but soon felt something heavy and put pressure on his bladder. Only that he realized it wasn\'t his bladder at all.
"What the…. You\'ve got to be kidding me. Ain\'t no way..." His face was flushed red now, covering his mouth.
He shook his head and tried to steady his breathing to make it go down. But it wouldn\'t, and he cursed under his breath.
"Out of all things…. No, it\'s not because of my professor. It\'s just horniness in general. Right." He went back to his bed. "Their experience just riled me up like every porn does. I can take care of it quickly. Mina…."
He called out to Mina again and again as he hand lowered his pants and began relieving himself. He imagined what it would be like to try doing it at the back with his girlfriend, and his girlfriend only.
And as he did...
A green eye peeped from the crack on the wall, watching him with delight. And once Harker was finished, it vanished like a shadow passing by in a blink.