Chapter 172 Red Wine

Chapter 172 Red Wine

Dorothy straddled my leg, casually running her fingers through her hair, revealing her alluring collarbone under the soft light.

She held the wine in her mouth for a beat, her lips slightly swollen and her cheeks flushed, giving her this playful, almost mischievous vibe that was impossible to ignore. In that moment, she was the walking definition of hot—every bit of her screamed it.

Leaning in, she planted kisses on my knee, moving up towards my thigh. The addition of ice cubes in the red wine created a strange yet oddly pleasant cool and wet sensation.

Her lips kept moving, the chill of the wine on my skin mixing with the teasing tickle of her hair. It was a wild combination.

By the time her lips grazed both thighs, I was rock-hard, straining against my limits. Honestly, if biology hadn't capped me at 8 inches, it felt like the blood rushing south could've made me even bigger.

Moving towards my left thigh, her lips became more active, and the chill of the red wine was felt more intensely.

Leaving watermarks as she moved towards the base of my thigh, the alcohol on my skin evaporated with my body heat, taking away more skin temperature, creating cooling patches on my thighs.

Her lips made a sucking sound, leaving red wine imprints on my thighs without spilling a drop.

The stimulation was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was slightly painful yet irresistibly pleasurable.

I was eager to push my manhood into her mouth. Dorothy had managed to arouse me with just a few simple actions, making me restless.

But Dorothy continued her actions diligently. When her lips reached the base of my thigh, she deliberately held onto the skin, intensifying the icy sensation.

After several rounds of her exploration on my thighs, she stood up, finishing the remaining wine in her glass and wiping the corners of her lips with her hand.

"How does it feel?" Dorothy asked with a smile.

"Exciting," I struggled to find the right words. The unusual cold and wetness made me want to escape, yet it was strangely enticing.

If Nora were doing this, she would probably be enjoying my reaction with teasing or triumphant eyes. But Dorothy was solely focused on pleasing me, giving me a different kind of connection with her.

"Next, the climax is coming," she seemed to know that this move would make me unable to resist. Without meeting my eyes, she picked up her wine glass, took a sip, then bent down and took my manhood into her mouth.

My burning manhood felt like it had entered an ice cellar for a moment. It wasn't cold or frightening; it was cool and comforting.

It was akin to plunging a red-hot iron rod into ice water, minus the steam, and the fiery rod quickly lost its heat.

But with the addition of red wine, my manhood seemed even more aroused. My body tensed, every cell stimulated and coming alive.

I lay back on the bed, allowing Dorothy to take charge.

She moved her mouth up and down on my manhood, the fiery sensation of the red wine combined with the evaporating coldness, making me feel like I was being roasted and then plunged into an ice cave.

As she spat out the wine and took another sip before enveloping my manhood once more, the soft lips and the contrasting sensations of ice and fire left me reeling, yearning to lose myself in this unparalleled bliss.

I couldn't recall how long she had been lavishing me with this wine-infused oral pleasure. But when she took my testicles into her mouth, my body tensed, and a cry escaped my lips involuntarily.

"So good, so pleasurable," I praised Dorothy, and she responded with a contented hum.

She kept going, teasing my balls with her tongue, sucking and swirling until I was right on the edge, ready to explode.

It's challenging to articulate the feeling of oscillating between ecstasy and agony in an instant, the desire to surrender everything to the woman beneath you.

I couldn't keep track of how long she pleasured my testicles, but after a few more rounds, Dorothy rinsed my manhood and testicles with warm water, then collapsed beside me.

"I'm exhausted, sweating," Dorothy lay beside me, fanning herself with her hand to cool down, sweat beads forming on her forehead.

I swiftly wiped away the sweat with a tissue, then leaned in to kiss her flushed face.

"Thank you! You've given me an unparalleled experience," I expressed my gratitude.

"Really? No one has done this for you before?" Dorothy seemed taken aback.

"Nope, never. You're amazing," I replied, feeling pretty damn good.

"I knew you'd be into that. So, how's it feel? Like you're on top of the world?" Dorothy asked, her eyes locked on mine, waiting for my reaction.

"Absolutely, it's like a rollercoaster ride from heaven to hell and back, impossible to resist," I replied.

"I want to feel that too. Can I?" Dorothy's lips curled into a smile, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at me.

"Of course, I want you to experience that instant shift from heaven to hell as well," I agreed without hesitation.

With that, I began to explore her body, starting with kissing her lips.

Her lips were warm, with a hint of sweetness lingering from the red wine she'd just sipped.

We shared a passionate kiss, and in the heat of the moment, I unclasped her floral bra. She seemed to acquiesce, making it effortless for me to remove her panties.

Dorothy's breasts weren't as ample as Sophia's, Violet's, or Nora's—just the right size to cup in one hand.

Yet, the shape of her breasts was enticing, with rounded curves, taut skin, and petite pink nipples, akin to those of a youthful 18-year-old.

As I caressed her breasts, I sensed that despite her lack of resistance, her body trembled involuntarily from the stimulation. I hadn't anticipated Dorothy to be both reserved and sensitive.

Instead of going straight for her chest, I trailed kisses all over her body, then followed her lead and took a sip of red wine.

But I accidentally swallowed it right away.

"Sorry, first-time jitters," I said to Dorothy, who was clearly waiting for the moment.

"No worries, take your time," she reassured me, though her legs crossed instinctively, a mix of excitement and nervousness showing.

I took another sip, letting the wine linger in my mouth this time.