Seeing the girl's delicate feet coated in his thick cvm, Linsey finally released them with a satisfied sigh. Jasmine stood barefoot, the man's s3men slicking the floor beneath her toes, making the ground slippery. All the while, he hadn't stopped tormenting her cl1t. Under her skirt, he pinched the tiny bud between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it back and forth until it was flattened and slick.
His remaining fingers pressed against her entrance, dipping and retreating, her slick folds clinging to the broad bones of his fingers. The arousal pouring from her gushed and bubbled with each thrust, creating a wet, sloppy sound. The pleasure was so intense, tears leaked from Jasmine’s eyes. Linsey tenderly licked them away, then kissed her flushed cheeks, soothing her shame and anxiety.
Jasmine cl1maxed, her pvssy convulsing as it uncontrollably spurted. The man moved his hand in front of her opening, rhythmically slapping her swollen flesh and cl1t, breaking the stream of her release into a stuttering pulse. Her cl1t, already engorged, was several times its normal size.
Linsey's large hand pummeled the sensitive nub, pushing it against the puffy folds of her labia. The calloused skin of his palm indiscriminately slapped every sensitive inch.
The already sensitive flesh of her cvnt, heightened by the org4sm, was relentlessly stimulated, driving the girl into a second, sobbing cl1max. Linsey's hand cupped her s3x, the juices from her core coating his palm, dripping down his fingers and onto the floor. He wickedly covered her entrance with his hand, letting the liquid build before abruptly pulling away. Her slick opening clung to his palm with a loud, obscene pop.
The kitten stared blankly ahead, mouth slightly open, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out. Her legs spread wide, she obediently submitted to his ministrations. Linsey lowered his head and nipped at the fuzzy cat ear perched atop her head.
"You're such a little slvt, you soaked me," he murmured, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. "This isn't very comfortable. Let's move this to the bed." Scooping her up, he carried her to the kitchen, got her a glass of water, and then headed for the bedroom.
Linsey gently placed Jasmine on the bed and, with swift, almost predatory movements, licked the moisture from his fingers before stripping off his uniform. His gaze remained fixed on her, burning with intensity.
Jasmine’s clothes, dampened and clinging to her body, had become almost translucent, revealing the luscious curves beneath.
The heat of his stare made her squirm. Seeing him lick away the evidence of her arousal only intensified her confusion about his almost obsessive focus. "Are you a dragon or a dog?" she snapped, mortified. "You're obsessed with licking things. And don't you dare touch my face later. Disgusting."
The tall man deflated before her eyes, his mouth turning down, pupils widening in a display of exaggerated hurt. Even though he was all grown up, he still used the same childish tactics to get his way.
Jasmine was a sucker for this routine. His vulnerability always softened her resolve, leading her into all sorts of compromising situations. This time, she forced herself to look away, steeling her heart against his pleading gaze. She refused to acknowledge him, determined not to give in.
Ignored in his plea for attention, Linsey crawled onto the bed, a pout clinging to his lips. He peeled off Jasmine’s nightgown and buried his face in Jasmine's bre4sts, starting to suckle. The girl’s br3asts were small, the n1pples and surrounding pink areolae swallowed whole by Linsey’s mouth. He sucked hard, as if trying to draw milk from them. The n1pples hardened under the stimulation, and Linsey licked and prodded them with his tongue as they grew more sensitive, leaving Jasmine caught between pleasure and a delicious ache.
The man atop her possessed a powerful, rangy build. His hair, a vibrant, bloody red, mirrored his own vitality—a young, arrogant dragon in the flesh. As Jasmine cradled Linsey’s head in her hands, she was struck by the bizarre sensation of nursing a babe.
Linsey, oblivious to her momentary distraction, slid his hand lower, reaching for her core. His palm, spread wide, cupped her mound, fingers kneading the flesh. Then, parting her swollen labia, he probed her entrance with his middle finger, stretching her open. He flicked her cl1t, making the hardened nub bob and quiver before springing back into shape. Freed from the surrounding folds of flesh, it pulsed and throbbed, engorged with blood.