Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Let’s Fill You All Up [4] [18+]
Mio didn’t wait for an invitation.
She stepped forward, her purple eyes locked on Damon, and pulled her robe off in one smooth motion.
The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her naked, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement, her nipples already hard.
She walked toward the bed.
She didn’t look at Ariel, who was still catching her breath on the sheets, or at Mia, who was watching from the doorway with hungry eyes.
She only looked at Damon..
Mio climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her thighs pressing against his sides.
She looked down at him, her purple hair falling forward, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire.
"You can rest," she said. "Let me do the rest."
She didn’t wait for his answer.
She lowered her head.
Her mouth closed around his cock.
It was still wet, slick with Ariel’s love juice and his own seed, and Mio didn’t hesitate.
She licked him clean, her tongue tracing the length of him, tasting the mixture of their fluids.
"Mmm~! Slurp... Slurp~! Haah~!"
Damon’s breath caught.
He watched her work, watched her lips wrap around him, watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, as she swallowed everything she found.
She took him deep into her throat, her nose pressing against his groin, and held there for a moment before pulling back.
She licked her lips.
"Now it’s clean," she said.
Then she moved.
She positioned herself above him, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance, and she sank down onto him in one smooth motion.
"Ahhnn~!"
The sound escaped her lips as he filled her, as her pussy stretched around his shaft, as she took him all the way inside her.
She paused, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Then she began to ride him.
She moved her hips in a slow, rhythmic circle, grinding against him, feeling him deep inside her.
Her hands pressed against his chest for balance, her fingers splayed across his skin.
Damon watched her.
He watched her breasts bounce with every movement, heavy and full, swinging up and down in a rhythm that matched her hips.
The way they swayed, the way her nipples—hardened, pink, and erect—traced their own pattern in the air, it was mesmerizing.
She was built for pleasure, her body a testament to the power that lay in curves.
He reached up, his fingers sliding over the damp, soft skin of her belly before finding their target.
His hands found her breasts. He cupped them, feeling their weight, their softness. The flesh spilled over his fingers, warm and pliant.
He tested her, pressing his palms against her, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin slick beneath his touch.
Mio let out a small, breathy moan. It was a sound of pure surrender, of pleasure she could no longer contain.
Her eyes, usually bright and full of energy, were half-lidded, hazy with lust. She watched him watch her, her lips parted, her breath a warm gust against his skin.
He squeezed them, his fingers digging into the soft mounds.
Then he moved his hands, his thumbs circling her nipples.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching them gently at first, then harder. He teased the sensitive peaks, flicking them with his nails.
He watched her face as he played, saw her breath catch, her hips stutter in their rhythm.
He played with them as she rode him, as her pace increased, as her breath grew faster and her moans grew louder.
The rhythm of his hands and her hips became a single, driving beat. The room filled with the sounds of their union: her soft cries, the wet slap of their bodies, the creak of the bed beneath them.
Damon’s own breath hitched in time with her movements.
He could feel the pressure building in her, the heat rising from her core and spreading through her body.
The smell of their sex—slick and musky and sweet—filled the air, mingling with the scent of her perfume.
Mio’s pace grew erratic, her moans a continuous, breathy litany against his ear.
"Ahhn~! Yes~!" she gasped.
She moved faster, her body a blur of motion as she drove herself against him.
Her hips slapped against his with increasing as the wet sound of her pussy meeting his cock filling the room, blending with her moans.
Damon kept playing with her breasts, his hands roaming over the soft, heavy mounds that bounced with each of her thrusts.
He pinched her nipples, rolling the stiff peaks between his thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden further under his touch.
He tugged them, pulling them outward, watching them stretch before releasing with a soft snap.
Damon watched her face as she rode him, watched her eyes flutter and roll back, her lips part to let out another desperate moan, her cheeks flush a deep, beautiful pink that spread down her neck and across her chest.
The sight of her—the proud, cheerful core disciple reduced to a trembling, wanton mess—sent a jolt of satisfaction through him.
Her deep purple hair, usually tied in a high ponytail, was coming loose now, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead.
Damon tightened his grip on her breasts, using them as anchors to control her pace, and felt her shudder in response.
"I’m close," she said. "I’m so close~!"
"Then cum," he said.
Damon pinched her nipples harder.
Damon thrust his hips up to meet hers.
And Mio came.
Her climax hit her like a wave, her body shuddering as her pussy clenched around his cock, as her love juice sprayed out of her, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath them.
Damon felt her tightening around him, felt the heat of her release, and it pushed him over the edge with her.
His seed erupted inside her, hot and thick, filling her as she milked him with her climax.
Mio collapsed forward, her body pressing against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She stayed like that for a moment, her face buried in his neck, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.
Damon wrapped his arms around her.
He held her in his arms.
"Good girl..." Damon said as he kiss her lips.
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