Yohan couldn’t understand why Kayla had collected his number, even after she saw him kissing her friend.
’She was definitely hitting on ’ he thought smugly as he entered his house and closed the door.
"I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that..." he chuckled, "There’s no harm in having a little bit of fun with these college girls,"
A short while later there was a knock on his door. He opened to find Jenna standing there, dressed casually with a T-shirt and black leggings.
She brushed past him and entered without saying anything.
"You shouldn’t barge into soone else’s house like that," Yohan complained with a sigh, closing the door.
"Any more update about last night?" She asked straight away, her tone casual as if there was no need for any greeting.
"Wow, straight to business"
Yohan had already gotten used to her serious personality by now so he wasn’t even surprised. He was just glad to see that she was completely fine. The image of Kai Lu stabbing her was still very fresh in his mind and right now he couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone, at least not like that.
"Well that is why I ca all this way," she replied.
"So heartless," Yohan sobbed playfully. "Well, I’m guessing you saw the news?"
"Yes, they died... I suspect it was the Chairman and Freddie—"
"No, it wasn’t," Yohan cut in, "It was the Baker,"
Jenna took a few seconds to process his words, "How do you know? Did your informant tell you?"
"No, Freddie did. I t with him earlier. He was scared shitless that the Baker was coming for him and his uncle,"
"In that case, I guess we have nothing else to worry about," Jenna let out a small relief sigh.
"Yeah, now we can finally go after Hatoru,"
"I don’t know about that. I still have to consider Izumi’s safety," she replied.
"I already told you that you won’t have to worry about that, as a matter of fact without Hatoru Izumi would be even safer"
"Even so, he’s still her grandfather, and she does love him dearly. If taking him out is for her own benefit, then I have to be sure first,"
"Fair enough... so now that we’ve gotten all that out the way, why don’t we get down to the main deal," he moved closer to her.
With his impossing figure standing right in front of her, Jenna felt a shiver go all the way down into her panties.
"Wh-what do you an?" She murmured, her already turning red. All of a sudden her tone softened and she could no more boldly even hold eye contact.
Yohan couldn’t help but smile. It was like she beca a totally different person, one that was a slave to his own desires.
’She’s so cute when she’s like this’ he thought.
But that wasn’t what he wanted right now, he didn’t want cute. He wanted a slut.
Yohan put his hand on her neck, choking her slightly. She held his hand but there was no resistance
When she lifted her head to et his eyes, she looked at him very differently. Just feeling his hand around her neck was making her wet.
"Y-Yohan, I can’t stay for long," she said softly, almost sounding sorry.
"That’s a sha," he leaned in, as he whispered into her ear, "That ans we have to make this quick,"
With one hand still in her neck he grabbed her ass, squeezed.
"Ahn~" he mouth opened.
"You ca looking so pretty, you even dressed differently without any panties or bra under. Be honest this is really what you ca all the way here for,"
Jenna wanted to deny it but because of the way he was fooling around with her ass, the words couldn’t leave her mouth.
She was already so wet that her leggings were already soaked. Her fluids were pouring out like a running tap.
She was waiting downstairs and followed Yohan when he arrived without him knowing. When she arrived at the door was when she finally hesitated.
For the first ti she was actually a bit nervous to see him.
There was no denying that she tried a little bit extra this ti, even borrowing so of Izumi’s clothes and makeup.
After standing there for a while she finally knocked, the sound of the door unlocking was sohow making her heart beat faster.
Yohan yanked Jenna’s shirt up and over her head in one swift motion, tossing it aside without a care.
Her bare breasts spilled free, nipples already hardening in the cool air of his room. He cupped them roughly, thumbs flicking over the stiff peaks, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.
"Ahnn~~"
"Fuck, these tits are perfect," he growled, squeezing the soft flesh until it bulged between his fingers.
Jenna’s back arched instinctively, pushing her chest into his hands, her breath coming in short, needy pants.
She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded as heat pooled between her thighs. The leggings clung to her skin, the damp spot at her crotch growing darker by the second.
Yohan’s grip on her neck tightened just a fraction, reminding her who was in control, and she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shirt.
He squeezed her breast making her nipples bulge from his hand, before covering it with his mouth.
"Yohan... please~~" she whispered, voice trembling with want. Her serious facade had shattered completely, replaced by raw submission. She spread her legs slightly, inviting him closer, her pussy throbbing with every movent of his tongue on her breast.
He chuckled low in his throat, releasing her neck only to trail his hand down her side, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. With a firm tug, he peeled them down her hips, exposing her slick folds.
No panties, just as he’d suspected—her arousal glistened on her inner thighs, dripping freely now.
"Look at you, soaked like a desperate little slut," he said, shoving the leggings to her ankles. She kicked them off clumsily, standing naked before him, vulnerable and aching.
Yohan spun her around, pressing her back against his chest, one hand returning to maul her tits while the other slid between her legs.
"Hnnngh~~"
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