Love By Psychopaths
CHAPTER 7 _LBP: Crying And Smiling

I was just silent, completely silent while feeling a sensation I had never felt before. I kept my mouth shut strong.

"Da-rail.... I-please.." I stammered while displaying a face that asked.

I don't know, I don't know what this feels like either. Darrel's finger seemed to be right into it. His finger twisted, and it grew deeper and deeper. I tried to hold on, but I couldn't even control my body completely.

The instant Darrel stopped his action, this made me breathe a little relieved. But this didn't last long, as I felt the chewy, watery object begin to replace the finger position.

When I started looking at it, Darrel's head was already down there. Now I understand what I feel.

Slightly watery so it makes not too sore like before. But it feels more wild. Darrel's tongue is really trying to get in. His tongue began to guerrilla wildly in there. Once in a while Darrel tongue Darrel stopped to take a breath and momentarily continued his action.

I could only push Darrel's head, which seemed like my actions were useless. I started to shed tears. I don't know what I'm feeling. It's not true, but why does it feel different.

Before long I actually felt a twitch, on my own growing stronger. I think something will come out of me. I'm going to pee, but now the sensation is different.

"Darrell! Go then! I think I'm going out! Let me go to the bathroom!!" I shouted trying to push Darrel's head and rebelled.

"Just shut up Dea, or I'll make you immobile."

That was all Darrel said, while continuing his action. Instead of stopping, he added his speed, and began to enter his tongue deeper and deeper. Every now and then Darrel starts biting and sucking, which makes me feel even more twitches.

"Darrell!!" my screams are trying to leave.

But it's too late, what I'm holding back now just flows. It was embarrassing, especially when he started cleaning it. A moment later Darrel began to lift his head, seen Darrel's face filled with liquid, especially the mouth. Darrel occasionally moves his fingers and tongue, to clear the liquid.

I rubbed my hand slowly, but it wasn't long when I started to shed tears. I covered my face with both hands, I started crying when I realized what I had not done just now.

"No matter what kind of thing is natural, I think you know how to enjoy it. I'm happy, your expression is very natural" said Darrel, whispering in my ear.

I rolled my eyes and slapped her cheek hard. Darrel just gave his cold look to me. Soon, he began to smile softly.

For most people a smile is a sign of something good going on. But not for Darrel, if he smiles it means he's going to do something.

"Deans... You're getting brave now?" Darrel asked with a smile and pulled my hands together.

Darrel quickly started handcuffing my hands back. After that I carried Darrel out of the room.

Sometimes I rebel, even hitting Darrel's shoulder. But it seemed to be a waste when Darrel did not react to anything.

"You've had a lot of fun, so you have to take a shower now" said Darrel, taking me inside the room where there was a bath.

Darrel quickly put myself in the bath and doused me with water. Darrel kept watering me, until all my clothes got wet. A clear look at the interior I was wearing.

I tried to cover it up, but Darrel again held my hand up. With one hand Darrel undressed me to the arm.

"Darrell... Please don't do it, we're not really close friends but at least we've been to one class, right?" I groaned as Darrel began to open the interior I was wearing.