That intense throbbing deep in her heart compelled Ren to grip the cock tightly, planting a fierce kiss on the glans to vent her affection for it. After the kiss, Ren didn't immediately start blowing him; instead, she gently stroked the cock, looking up at Ayn and saying, "It's so big, doesn't it make you uncomfortable?"
Ayn felt a bit embarrassed, not knowing how to respond... In fact, Ayn's cock hadn't been this big before; out of curiosity about its length, he'd secretly measured it with a ruler once, and he knew it was only about 14 centimeters... But today, for some reason, it had grown so enormous.
Ren noticed Ayn's embarrassment and couldn't help but burst out laughing, then said, "Don't feel shy about it—I really like it~"
At Ren's words, Ayn's heart swelled with overwhelming joy, but he didn't let it show on his face; he just managed a strained smile, making him look all the more awkward.
Then, Ren voiced a question that mattered deeply to her: "But... speaking of which, if it's this big, how could your girlfriend handle it? It'd probably kill her if you stuck it in, right?"
Ayn panicked at her words and blurted out, "I don't have a girlfriend! Absolutely not! Don't get the wrong idea..."
Hearing that response, Ren's heart bloomed with delight, this was exactly the answer she'd hoped for. As for whether Ayn was lying? Ren wasn't blind; his expression, his flustered panic, all showed he wasn't lying right now, and that earnest look made her chest warm with a subtle heat.
Though she knew Ayn wasn't lying, though her heart was bursting with happiness, none of it showed on her face. On the contrary, Ren pouted her little mouth and accused him of "lying," then added, "How could you not have a girlfriend? Lots of girls love big, thick ones~"
Seeing that Ren didn't believe him, Ayn urgently stressed, "It's true—I've never had a girlfriend, not from birth until now! If you don't believe me, I can swear on it!"
Only then did Ren pretend to believe him a little, saying, "Well, since you put it that way... how about I be your girlfriend?" As she spoke, Ren kept gripping Ayn's cock, continuing to stroke it, as if what she held in her hand wasn't his cock, but his very fate.
As expected, Ayn was utterly thrilled by her words, exclaiming, "If you're willing, that would be amazing!!!"
Those words filled Ren's heart with immense joy, but she still didn't let it show on her face; she just pouted again and said, "But your thing is just too big, there might be tons of girls who'd like you because of it, so... maybe not...?"
To Ayn, those words sounded like an accusation of him being a playboy, and he immediately got anxious, saying, "No one but you will ever see it! I swear! Absolutely!"
Hearing that, Ren couldn't help but smile: "Guess whether I believe you or not? You guys will say anything to get into bed with us girls! Hmph~ I don't believe you~ And even if you could manage it, other girls might seduce you because of your thing—what would you do then?"
"I-I..." Ayn wanted to retort, but in his fluster, he didn't know how, ending up falling silent with a dejected look on his face. Perhaps from the utter dejection in his heart, his cock followed suit, its hardness waning a bit; if this kept up, in just a few minutes, it'd go completely limp.
Ren noticed the change in hardness right away, along with Ayn's low mood, and it made her feel a pang of discomfort in her own heart; she scolded herself inwardly: (That was a bit much—I shouldn't tease him like that.) Then, she kissed the purple-red glans once again, as an apology to Ayn. After the kiss, Ayn's cock regained some firmness, but it still wasn't as hard as before.
Ayn could plainly see the apology in Ren's eyes, yet that didn't lift the heavy dejection settling over his heart, he knew she had a point, and it stung. It went beyond just the fact that he'd pull in throngs of other girls; deep down, he didn't trust his own self-control, haunted by the fear that he might one day slip and betray her in the worst way.
At that moment, Ren looked at Ayn and said to him, "Actually, I don't expect you to have only me as your woman, because I know other girls definitely won't give up that easily. But... I'm still a little unwilling... So, how about... we get married? As long as you can satisfy me fully, I don't care how many women you have. As long as you make me happy, and your other women show me enough respect, I can accept you bringing them into the home, what do you say?"
Faced with Ren's words, most people might agree immediately, but Ayn didn't. After hearing them, a bit of unhappiness stirred in his heart, and he responded with dissatisfaction, "I already said I won't go looking for other women. If I can go find them, then doesn't that mean you could go find other men too? So, I won't go looking for other women—you can rest assured on that. As for marriage... Of course, if you're willing to marry me, that's my good fortune, my luck—I won't let you down!"
Ayn's words left Ren momentarily stunned; she hadn't expected him to say something like that. After the daze passed, an endless sweetness surged from the depths of her soul, making her pussy clench and unclench as it secreted sticky love juices, that wet heat feeling so pleasurable it left her inner thighs trembling weakly. However, lust hadn't fully overtaken Ren's mind; she knew this moment was crucial, so she had to stay rational, thus suppressing her desires from the very start.
After a brief pause, Ren smiled and said, "Hearing you say that already makes me so happy, but I don't plan to accept it. Look, your big cock is so huge and thick—how could I handle it all by myself? So, if you run into a girl you like, tell me, and I'll help you scout her out, figure out how to get her into your bed, and then the two of us can play with her together. You fuck her pussy, I'll play with her tits~ Wouldn't that be fun too?"
Hearing that, Ayn was moved to his core, but he still insisted, "Having just you is enough for me."
Ren smiled, saying no more because it was already sufficient. Then, she adjusted her position, shifting from a squat to a kneel. That kneeling posture seemed to declare: From today on, I'm your woman, as long as you need me, I'll serve you.
This made Ayn's heart nearly explode; all along, he'd yearned for a woman to kneel at his feet and lick his cock, and now his dream had come true—not only true, but with a beautiful woman willingly kneeling to suck him off! That conquering urge, that scorching desire, made his cock harden to the point of aching rupture.
Perhaps sensing the agitation surging in Ayn's heart, Ren knelt even lower, her posture taking on a more submissive air. Her face drew close to that 20-centimeter-long cock, her cherry lips parting slightly as she first flicked her tongue tip lightly against the glans, the soft touch sending a jolt like electricity racing through him. Then, her tongue slid downward smoothly, tracing along the bulging veins as she licked the shaft from base to tip, scraping upward and drawing out sticky silver strands, the wet squelching sounds echoing in the air. That friction had Ayn's blood boiling with heat, each lick igniting his nerves and drawing an involuntary low hum from his throat.
Right after, she dipped her head to take his balls into her mouth, her tongue surface wrapping around the taut skin as she gently suckled the testicles, that soft sac hot and quivering in her mouth, the sheer pleasure making Ayn's cock jump wildly, a massive flood of lewd fluid oozing from the slit, mingling with Ren's saliva and trickling down the shaft. Seeing this, Ren let out a playful giggle, which only deepened Ayn's inner shame, and then she began using her tongue to clean the precum from his cock—she didn't want to waste any of this treasure, because it really was delicious.
After a brief cleanup, Ren didn't immediately swallow the cock whole; she wanted to give Ayn even more sensations. And it was precisely for that reason that her tongue tip glided toward Ayn's perineum, delicately licking the sensitive folds there, her wet-hot tongue surface grazing the skin lightly before curling in to probe the fine crevice, suckling that scorching tender flesh. Ayn was utterly moved, because he'd always thought the area near his asshole was too dirty...
In truth, deep in Ayn's heart lurked a dark little fantasy—he imagined a woman who wouldn't mind his filth, willingly bending down to lick his asshole, that taboo desire always leaving him thrillingly aroused... But though he often thought about it like that, it was ultimately just a private delusion, and if it ever actually happened, a wave of reluctant resistance would well up in his chest.
Why? Because it was too insulting to a person like that. If you truly liked a woman, how could you humiliate her in such a way? Yet despite knowing all this, Ayn still couldn't help but think: If there really was someone who'd do this for me willingly... how wonderful that would be...
Of course, Ren had no idea about those shadowy little thoughts in Ayn's mind, but she could guess at the filthy ideas swirling in a man's head. She didn't mind licking Ayn's asshole at all—why not? Because this would make him fully realize how great she was; only then would he truly be fucking moved, value her, and fall for her. So, Ren was doing it on purpose—licking his perineum now was just laying the groundwork for rimming him later; things had to come step by step, or if she went straight for it, she figured Ayn would resist intensely.
After licking his perineum for a bit, Ren pulled her tongue back, plucking a pubic hair coated in saliva from its tip, the sticky drool stretching into a fine, quivering thread. Perhaps other women would find it gross and toss that hair away, but Ren didn't. She glanced at it once, then placed the thing back on her tongue, curling her soft muscle around it and swallowing it straight down, as if it weren't some filthy discard at all. This scene hit Ayn's eyes like a thunderbolt, his heart pounding like a drum, the throbbing in his chest growing fiercer by the second as a thick gush of hot precum surged from his cock slit, trickling down the shaft.
Seeing the cock spurt out more precum again, Ren couldn't help but let out a few playful giggles, looking up at Ayn: "It's so interesting~" Hearing those words, Ayn's heart surged with a mix of joy, embarrassment, and a touch of throbbing excitement—that thrill made him want to shove his cock straight into this slutty woman's mouth! But Ayn held back; he thought that would be too rough, and he didn't want to treat Ren like that. Of course, Ayn didn't need to treat Ren like that anyway, because she was already planning to devour this cock.
Then, Ren opened her mouth and swallowed the cock whole, the massive glans forcing her soft pink lips apart wide, the layered inner folds of her mouth clamping down tight around the coronal ridge—but that 20-centimeter beast was just too thick and long, so she could only barely take in half of it. Her throat clamped around the shaft like a vice, squeezing with relentless pressure, the wet squelching sounds drilling straight into their ears, her tongue deliberately rubbing against the bulging veins, scraping up and down in strokes that made Ayn's cock twitch uncontrollably. Fuck, this mouth was so damn good, so fucking soul-melting—it had Ayn's very soul flying out of his body in pure ecstasy, leaving him desperate for her to take it deeper, harder.
Perhaps reading those filthy thoughts in Ayn's mind, Ren suddenly ramped up her movements, her head thrashing wildly back and forth with perfect control over the shallow-deep rhythm, the squelching sounds burrowing right into his brain. And she even occasionally thrust her tongue into the slit, sucking hard on the spurts of lewd fluid that gushed out, drawing it in with such force that Ayn felt a numbing tingle like his cock was about to explode, the pleasure so intense he couldn't fucking describe it at all.