"Just one ti... if you promise it will only be once, Jeff."
"Of course, Jess... if you promise not to ask for more."
Since the day they brought her old computer into the storehouse in the backyard, Jess and Jeff had finally found a place where they could do it without being interrupted or overheard by their families.
Or so they thought.
Inside, Jess could moan in pleasure as much as she wanted until Jeff stopped pounding her and let her rest—until they finished once, with her reaching three or four orgasms before he climaxed once and filled her womb with his cum.
For the following days, while Jeff was waiting to counter Trud’s plan, he and Jess did it once every day so they wouldn’t get pent-up with their lustful desire for each other. Whether early in the morning, in the afternoon before Jeff went to his part-ti job, or in the evening after he returned, they always managed to steal a mont.
Indeed, they didn’t stay pent-up. But doing it only once each ti without full satisfaction only increased their desire. And right before the day Jeff confronted Trud, their extre lust couldn’t be relieved by just once.
They had already done it early in the morning, even before dawn. But upon "unintentionally" eting each other in the kitchen in the middle of the night because they were "thirsty," neither needed to speak. Jeff grabbed her hand, and Jess responded by dragging him toward the storehouse outside.
"Don’t turn the light on, idiot," Jess exclaid in panic, imdiately switching off the light Jeff had turned on.
"So we’re doing it in the dark?" Jeff whispered as he gently pushed Jess against the wall, cornering her between his arms.
"I didn’t know you had that kind of fetish, Jess."
"Pervert..."
At her retort, their surroundings were faintly illuminated by the small lantern Jess had grabbed first upon stepping inside, before Jeff closed the door and plunged their surroundings into total darkness.
The faint light revealed Jess in her usual sleepwear: a plain white camisole and mini shorts. Simple as it was, Jess never failed to look good in it—showing her natural beauty, posture, and talent as a model.
But that wasn’t all.
Since it was sleepwear, not casual clothes, it was designed by the Porurc won’s fashion company to be comfortable, enticing, and just alluring enough. The fabric was fine and almost translucent—her white bra and panties could already be seen beneath it.
And that wasn’t even the highlight.
Looking down, even with the dim light, Jeff easily noticed the wet stain on her shorts right above her crotch.
It was Jess’s love juice. Though even if it hadn’t been, Jeff was still totally excited and aroused by the sight of it.
He pushed his right leg between hers so his thigh brushed her entrance.
"Ahh~"
The warm, wet sensation soaking his thigh, her blushing face visible even in the faint glow, and her soft moan told Jeff that Jess was already drenched and extrely aroused.
"Did the darkness get you excited, Jess?"
"I can ask the sa of you, Jeff."
The lantern’s faint light also revealed Jeff in his sleepwear—or rather, just a plain white shirt and black trunks.
It wasn’t that Jeff never wore shorts at ho; he used to, before Jess and her mother moved in. But since everyone was asleep, he’d gone down to the kitchen without them.
Regardless of whether he wore shorts or just trunks, his bulging erection was impossible to miss.
But the size of his massive 9-inch-plus rod straining against his trunks wasn’t the only thing Jess noticed.
With her right hand, she grabbed Jeff—not on the thick, forearm-sized shaft, but on his heavy, cum-filled balls.
"Ahh—"
The faint moan that escaped Jeff’s lips told Jess one of his weaknesses. Even though his body and rod were like a beast’s, like every man—even a predator—his balls were sensitive.
It wasn’t that Jess gripped them hard; in fact, she caressed them gently with her slender fingers. And that was exactly the reason.
After teasing him with her finger-guessing play at the hotel on their last date, Jeff had beco even more sensitive to Jess’s touch.
Jess continued caressing, trailing her finger up through his trunks—over his balls, the base of his shaft, along its thick length, all the way to the head. When she pressed on the tip then pulled her finger away, a thick thread of his pre-cum stretched from his rod to her finger.
"Is this really just pre-cum? Or did you already climax, Jeff?"
The string didn’t even break even when Jess showed it to him.
"How about you give it a taste and figure it out?"
Though he only ant to tease, Jeff was shocked and aroused when Jess licked her finger to taste it, breaking the thread.
Jess then looked up at him with lustful eyes and said:
"Your cum tastes thicker, stronger—more bittersweet and delicious than this. So it’s probably just a pre—"
With that look and those words, Jeff couldn’t hold back. He kissed Jess as if devouring her sweet, soft lips, embraced her to assert his dominance, and pressed his burning, throbbing erect rod against her belly, ready to ravish her until dawn.
He couldn’t wait to take her right there. But when he broke the kiss to position her, he noticed Jess wanted to do sothing first.
In the past few days, Jess had beco more open with him—not literally, she was perfectly tight, but emotionally, or rather, intimately. She was slowly revealing more of her perverted side.
"We’re already in the dark... so it’s not blindfold play, right?" Jeff teased, restraining himself.
"It’s not that..." Jess murmured, catching her breath.
"Then what is it?"
Jess hesitated at first. But when Jeff gently kissed her again to calm her and caressed down her back in one smooth motion—from her nape to her waist—making her shiver and nearly cum, her shyness was overwheld by her desire.
She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, her face red, her eyes locked seductively on Jeff.
"I want to taste your thick, bittersweet cum first."
"You can have as much as you want."
Without restraint, Jess knelt before him. She tugged down his trunks, exposing his massive rod, and began to swallow the entire—
"Hmm?... What’s wrong, Jess?" Jeff asked, surprised when she suddenly stood up again.
"I can’t kneel..." Jess muttered, looking away in embarrassnt.
"Kneel?"
"I an... if I kneel directly on the floor... my knees might get scraped... A model can’t have darkened skin—"
"Pfft!—Hahaha!"
"Don’t laugh and ruin the mood, idiot!"
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