Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Blood rushed to my face, flushing my cheeks.
I had a different view of his cock and balls.
His spacious bedroom transformed to a surreal landscape. Its elegance distorted by my inverted perspective.
From my vantage point, his massive bed hung from the ceiling like a magnificent chandelier. Its rich, blue covering cascading upwards in a gravity-defying dance.
The orchestra encircling the bed now appeared in this upside-down world.
Further away, the three women now basically stood on a carpeted ceiling.
Physically, the sudden shift was disorienting.
It was as if my inner compass, which had always pointed up, was now confused, struggling to find its bearing in this flipped world.
Yet, there was an odd exhilaration too—a thrill in seeing the world from such a unique perspective.
Dare I say. . .it was enlightening.
Not only had Lei changed my view of the space but something within me shifted also.
But right as I was about to ask Lei what he was going to do, he buried his face between my thighs and lapped at my wet pussy, groaning the whole time.
Oh shit!
Never had I been ate out, upside down.
The orchestra returned to playing.
The violins embodied passion. Bows glided feverishly across the strings, each throbbing note igniting more sparks within my core.
“Oh my God!”
Being suspended this way only heightened the intensity. I could feel every flick and swirl of his tongue against my throbbing wet flesh, as I dangled upside down.
“Oh!” I could barely contain my moans. “Oh!”
His tongue was hot and velvety against my throbbing clit. Sparks of pleasure raced through my body.
My entire body was a vessel for the pleasure he was giving me.
Groaning, he pulled back. “Why do you always taste so good?”
I shivered.
Without waiting for an answer, he gripped my hips and began fucking me with his tongue, dipping and diving it into my pussy.
“L-lei.”
Every gasp, every sigh, every whimper was an offering to him.
“Oh!” My body coiled into a knot ready to snap.
A dark growl left him, and he kept on licking, sucking, and dipping his tongue in my pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” My mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and anticipation.
The hot pleasure spiked as he focused his attention on my clit.
It was all too much.
My whole body tensed and spasmed in pleasure repeatedly.
Holy shit!
My body was arched and trembling, the muscles in my stomach and legs tight from the intensity.
“Oooohhh!”
And then my orgasm crashed into me, quaking through every fucking cell.
“Lei!” I cried out in pure ecstasy, and the instruments reached a feverish crescendo with me.
“Oh! Oh!”
The violins matched my moan’s rhythm.
Lei kept on lapping and then sucking, driving me crazy.
Every nerve burst on fire.
“Oh my God!” My vision blurred.
I closed my eyes and colors danced behind my lids.
Somehow, I climaxed again or maybe the orgasm had never ended, but I opened my mouth in a silent scream.
Nothing came out as I trembled in blissful ecstasy.
Yet, Lei did not stop, and I didn’t have the voice to tell him.
It was mind-numbing, so much—the pleasure, the disorientation, the ecstasy, the music, the champagne on my tongue, the after lingers of the feather, the elegance of the space.
It was so fucking much.
And his tongue. . .
Ohhh myy Goddd. . .
My body quaked and went limp.
Thank God the straps had been tight around my ankles.
The orchestra stopped playing.
“Hmmm.” Lei pulled away from my pussy with a satisfied sigh.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked them.
It took time to regain the odd upside-down view.
Lei looked down at me and that gaze was dark and filled with lust.
There was something else there too.
Something warm and tender.
He licked his lips. “Did you cum?”
I couldn’t even speak yet. I just blinked, hoping he understood that he had upended my entire world.
“Mmmm.” Inch by inch, he took his time turning the wheel.
I panted.
With each gradual movement, my world slowly, almost painstakingly, began to realign itself.
Oh my God. That was everything.
From my position on the wheel, I had grown accustomed to the rush of blood to my head and the unique disorientation that came from seeing everything upside down.
The space from that perspective was a curious blend of exhilaration and confusion, a challenge to my senses that left me both thrilled and slightly overwhelmed.
Now the bedroom rotated in my vision—a slow and steady whirl that transformed the ceiling into walls and then into the floor.
This shift was disorienting, yet fascinating.
Then, there was a moment of dizziness, a brief dance of vertigo that made my stomach flutter.
Little by little, I approached the upright position, the blood flow to my head eased.
Once fully upright, I let out a deep sigh as this new feeling hit me. It was like I was emerging from water where the world was once muffled and distorted, but now above the surface, it was all clear and sharp.
From this new, yet familiar, perspective, I could appreciate the space in a new way. The chandeliers shone more brilliantly, the paintings on the walls were more defined, and the orchestra and women seemed more alive, more vibrant.