My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 336: Ms. Bloom’s Cold Experience (r-18)

Phei did it again... that longe drag of his tongue that collected Ms. Bloom’s leaking juices from her pussy. Again. And again. Each broad, dragging stroke coated his lips, chin, cheeks in glossy sheen; each icy pass made her entrance clench hard at nothing and gush fresh slick—schlurp, squish—that ran in warm, obscene rivulets down her ass crack, pooling around her tight little asshole before dripping in thick beads onto the desk with wet plop-plop-plop.

Each time, his tongue was like something big that made a path in her thin folds, separating them before closing again where his tongue left.

Her pussy was surprisingly long.

He spread her wider with both thumbs—pressing the swollen outer lips apart until her inner folds were fully bared, pink and slick and quivering like wet silk petals.

Now it was an open path for his tongue to run amok without her folds closing again.

Widespread.

His cold pointed tongue traced every delicate ridge, every hidden crease of her pussy that her folds had been hiding, with meticulous, filthy worship.

He stopped the long lick and paused for a bit to make her catch her breathe before he sucked one inner lip fully into his mouth—gentle pull at first, then harder—drawing the tender, slippery flesh between his chilled lips while his icy tongue stroked the sensitive inner skin in slow, wet circles.

The cold made her folds flutter and spasm; his teeth grazed the outer edge—just enough sharp pressure to make her thighs quake.

"Phei—fuck—your mouth—so cold—suck it—please—" she whimpered, voice breaking into high, needy sobs.

He released with a wet pop pausing giving her the illusion of rest before he switched sides—same ruthless treatment: sucking, licking, nibbling, tugging them between his lips until both inner lips of Ms. Bloom’s pussy were swollen twice their size, glistening and throbbing, every fold tasted, claimed, ruined by the shocking chill.

Her juice poured from her in steady, syrupy streams—drip-drip-squelch—coating his cold tongue, running down his chin in warm rivers, dripping onto his neck and soaking his collar.

Phei sucked most of it and gulped it down...

Ms. Bloom’s moaned and hips jerked seeing something that hot, him gulping down her pussy waters like it was holy water.

What woman who wouldn’t feel that?

Phei didn’t give her so much time to feel divine and special, he still had so muh for her. HER clit was next.

He circled it first, mapping around it—cold tongue flat, slow, torturous orbits around the engorged pearl without touching the tip.

The icy tease made her hips buck desperately.

"Please—touch it—fuck—cold—need it—" she begged, voice trembling.

He kept circling—tighter, slower—until she was whimpering brokenly, clit throbbing visibly with every frantic heartbeat, more slick welling up and dripping down to coat her asshole in glossy sheen. Only then did he flick—quick, sharp little lashes directly over the swollen tip with his frozen tongue.

Once. Twice. Ten times. Each icy flick ripped a higher gasp from her throat.

"Ah!—yes!—fuck!—cold—yes!—" she cried, entrance clenching violently and gushing fresh slick that ran down his chin in thick, sticky strands.

He sealed his cold lips around it fitting his mouth into a round ring to trap it well.

Sucked—hard, rhythmic pulses—drawing the fat nub fully into the chilled heat of his mouth while his icy tongue lashed the trapped tip in rapid side-to-side strokes. Her thighs clamped around his head like a vice; heels dug into his back hard enough to bruise.

"Oh god—suck my clit—cold—fuck—don’t stop—" she wailed, long shattered moan spilling high and trembling as he alternated: brutal suck, fast icy flick, gentle roll of his cold tongue under the hood, then back to sucking until her clit pulsed against his lips like a second heartbeat.

He hummed it ecstasy and sweetness—low and deep—the vibration traveling straight through the sensitive bundle, amplified by the cold that made every nerve scream.

Then he pushed his cold tongue lower—pointed, stiff—and fucked it straight into her dripping entrance in one full thrust punching in into her pussy like it was a finger.

Deep.

Deeper than she thought possible.

His chilled tongue speared inside her—thick, freezing, curling from within, touching the upper walls of her pussy—stretching her tight walls as he thrust in and out in slow, deliberate pumps. The cold shock made her pussy clamp down hard around the intrusion.

"Fuck—your tongue—so cold—inside me—oh shit—" She screamed, hips grinding shamelessly.

Her cunt sucked greedily around the icy intrusion, clenching, trying to pull him deeper. He fucked her with it—long, wet, schlick-schlick strokes—curling the frozen tip upward to drag along that spongy front wall while his nose ground against her clit with every plunge.

Slick flooded his mouth in thick waves; he swallowed it all, groaning into her cunt as her taste coated his throat.

She came apart on his cold tongue—first orgasm crashing through her with a high, keening wail.

"Coming—coming—Phei—cold—fuck—yes—" She sobbed, pussy spasming violently around his thrusting tongue, walls milking and fluttering, squirting hot jets of slick straight into his mouth with wet splashes.

Ms. Bloom’s thighs clamped around his head in a tight grip.

He did not bother to let her ease around his head and just drunk her everything, in gulps. He drank every drop—cold tongue never stopping its deep, filthy fucking—while her thighs shook and heels dug harder.

He didn’t let her come down.

He pulled back just enough to spread her wider with fingers, then slammed his cold tongue back in beside them, stretching her open even more.

"Again—fuck—again—your cold tongue—ruin me—" she screamed, raw and broken.

And then he let the Goddess Fall Touch bloom—warm golden pulses flaring from his tips straight onto her clit while his tongue fucked her pussy, the contrast of cold and molten heat making her shatter.

"Phei—oh god—what—fuck—hot—cold—coming—" she shrieked, pussy clamping down hard—another orgasm ripping through her instantly, squirting in forceful, clear jets that sprayed across his cheeks, forehead, soaked his hair, drenched the desk in messy arcs with loud splat-splat.

Her wail turned continuous—high, sweet, shattered—body convulsing as he kept tongue-fucking her through it, lapping every gush, humming deeper while the golden touch pulsed again and again against the shocking cold.

"Still—still coming—fuck—more—Phei—cold—yes—" she sobbed, pussy gaping slightly around his tongue on every withdrawal, inner walls fluttering and sucking, cream frothing at her entrance and dripping in thick strings down her ass crack to coat her twitching asshole.

He never stopped.

Cold tongue thrusting deep, curling, fucking her relentlessly—lips sealed around her folds, sucking her clit between thrusts—Goddess Fall flaring in hot pulses that made her scream his name over and over.

"Phei—Phei—fuck—coming again—cold tongue—ruin my pussy—yes—yes—" she wailed, thighs quaking, cunt clenching and squirting in endless, broken waves—squirt, squelch, splash—until her voice cracked into one long, trembling sob of pure surrender.

Her cunt was ruined—gaping, throbbing, leaking, swollen, glistening, utterly claimed by cold tongue and golden fire—and still he ate her like he’d never get enough.