"Do I really have to wear this blindfold, Jess?" Jeff asked as he groped his way across the bathroom.
"Of course, you pervert!" Jess snapped, blushing—not just because she was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, but also because Jeff was dressed in nothing more than a matching towel around his waist.
As for why Jeff had invited Jess to shower, it was simply because he couldn’t stand the idea of her giving him a fellatio right after coming from the beach.
That would definitely taste bad for her, Jeff thought, still trying to navigate the bathroom blindfolded without tripping.
Seeing him struggle, Jess sighed, took his hand, and guided him toward the shower.
"This way, dimwit."
Right at the shower, Jess removed the towel covering her naked body. For a mont, she hesitated to take off Jeff’s towel as well. But it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him naked before—even his aroused rod.
It was just the other night that she had stripped him completely and used his 9-inch-plus rod to pleasure herself until she felt satisfied.
However, removing Jeff’s towel herself would make it obvious that she had undressed him that night. And Jess didn’t want him to see her as the perverted girl she truly was, at least when it ca to him.
As she agonized over what to do, Jeff began to remove his own towel—and that surprised her.
"What the heck do you think you’re doing in front of , perv?!"
"But it’s not like you didn’t see naked just the other day, Jess."
"Pervert!"
With that harsh retort, Jess was left with no choice but to look at Jeff—completely naked—especially at his 9-inch-plus rod, which twitched every so often from sheer arousal.
"Just why the heck are you so hard?" Jess asked, both curious and excited. Her cheeks flushed red with heat, a mix of stimulation and her own lustful desire for Jeff.
"What’s there to ask? It’s because of you, of course."
Jeff’s casual reply delighted her. He was being honest—even if perverted—rather than ignoring her like he had over the past four years.
But that thought brought back Jess’s pent-up resentnt. Her irritation at Jeff’s foolishness ignited her violent instincts—and a sharp punch landed squarely in his gut.
Still blindfolded, Jeff doubled over in pain, leaning forward and pressing his bare body—and aroused rod—against Jess.
"What do you think you’re doing, assaulting , pervert?!"
"Ugh... but you’re the one who hit , Jess."
Now fully embraced, both of them naked, Jess panicked and lashed out with her usual violent impulse. She dug her nails into Jeff’s back and bit into his shoulder, just below his neck. But her actions only made Jeff more aroused.
After a while, Jess finally cald down.
With the shower running to wash away the sea salt from their bodies, Jeff leaned against the wall, trapping Jess between his arms. His thigh pressed between her legs, faintly rubbing against her crotch, while the tip of his aroused rod lightly touched her stomach.
That subtle physical contact was enough to ignite a wave of intense sexual stimulation that surged through both of their bodies.
Reaching the limit of his self-control, Jeff finally made his move. But he wasn’t in a hurry to make Jess give him a fellatio and swallow his cum.
He still had a few hours left to complete the sixth quest of the Returner Fantasy System. So, he decided to use that ti to indulge in so of his fantasies about Jess—or rather, to deepen their relationship.
"So, can you help now, Jess?" Jeff asked, leaning in closer—unaware that his lips were just centiters away from brushing hers.
With her body burning from arousal and her mind clouded by heat and desire, Jess felt flustered. Her embarrassnt lingered in her voice, but to Jeff, it was starting to sound more and more erotic.
"What do you want to do, Jeff?"
"For starters... could you use your hand?"
Following Jeff’s request, Jess slowly began to stroke him. She wrapped her soft right hand around his aroused rod, her slender fingers barely able to close around its girth.
Feeling the warmth pulsing from Jeff’s shaft, Jess gently moved her hand up and down along his 9-inch-plus rod, her grip tightening slightly with each motion.
The blindfold only amplified the sensation for Jeff, making every stroke of Jess’s hand more intense.
Hearing Jeff’s faint moans of pleasure and feeling his hot breath against her face awakened sothing in Jess. Her lustful gaze locked on his blindfolded expression, and as she bit her lip to silence her own moans, she brought her left hand into the act, stroking him with both hands to increase his pleasure.
They lost track of ti, not that either of them cared. Well—Jeff did, at least a little. He was doing his best to hold back, to savor the mont as long as possible before finally surrendering to the rising tide of climax.
Then it happened—his aroused rod trembled, startling Jess, just as a powerful burst of hot, sticky, almost viscous liquid erupted from the tip, splattering across her stomach and both hands.
She had made Jeff climax with her hands, but even Jess knew that wasn’t enough to calm him down.
With the intoxicating scent of his cum—and the natural scent of Jeff’s body—lingering in the steamy air, Jess leaned closer and whispered into his ear, her reason and judgnt hanging by a thread.
"What do you want to do next, Jeff?"
Her words only made him more excited—more daring to ask for sothing else before fulfilling his true goal.
"Then... can you please turn your back to , Jess?"
As Jess complied with his request, Jeff found her hands and gently pinned them against the wall, intertwining their fingers.
Uncertain of his intentions, Jess voiced a warning, clinging to the last sliver of reason left in her flushed mind.
"You won’t put it in... right, Jeff?"
But instead of deterring him, her words only deepened his desire. Still, Jeff remained true to his promise—not to force her into anything she didn’t want.
"If that’s what you want, Jess."
He gauged the position of her ear and whispered softly, his tone gentle and sincere—sending a delighted shiver through her.
Lowering his hips to align himself properly, Jeff let the tip of his aroused rod glide along her back, down the curve of her ass, and between her thighs, until it pressed against her already dripping wet entrance.
"Ahh~!"
A loud moan escaped Jess, but she bit her lip quickly to silence it.
Noticing her restraint, Jeff stopped moving, though he kept his aroused rod nestled between her thighs. Pressing his body against her back, he whispered again.
"Please don’t hold back your voice, Jess."
Still, Jess remained silent, refusing to give in—until Jeff added with a soft murmur:
"You know I would really love to hear your moans."
As if in response, faint moans began to escape from Jess, giving him the signal he needed.
"Ahh~!"
Her voice grew louder with each thrust as Jeff rhythmically moved his aroused rod between her thighs, rubbing against her slick entrance with the burning heat of his arousal.
The pleasure wasn’t just physical for Jeff—it ca from her voice, her trembling body, the shared intimacy.
Soon, Jess’s body began to tremble, signaling that she was close to climax. Jeff pressed against her back again and gave a slow, firr thrust, grinding the full length of his 9-inch-plus rod along her wet entrance to let her feel all of him.
The pressure, the friction, the heat—it all pushed Jess over the edge. It felt like sothing was trying to push inside, and that illusion alone was enough. Her body convulsed from the climax, her legs weakening beneath her. Jeff’s grip on her hands kept her from collapsing.
He felt her trembling, the warm juice soaking his still aroused rod, and reveled in the intense pleasure of her body pulsing against his own.
But he wasn’t done yet.
He began to move again, slowly thrusting between her thighs.
"Hicc~!"
The motion surprised Jess. She was still sensitive from her orgasm—still cumming, in fact.
"Ahh~!... Can you not... move for a bit, Jeff... ahh~!" she managed to say, voice trembling.
"But I want to cum again, Jess."
"Then let’s do sothing else."
That was the reply Jeff had been waiting for.
Gathering his courage, he finally asked what he truly wanted.
"Then... can you help calm down with your mouth, Jess?"
For a mont, Jess was silent. Jeff feared she might refuse.
But then, she leaned back toward him, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered:
"Then let’s go to bed, Jeff."
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