After taking the sperm into my mouth and letting it coat my tongue, I swallowed, tasting the thick, salty heat of him as it slid down my throat. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to look at him, letting my eyes turn deliberately seductive. The way his cock twitched in response didn’t escape .
A slow, knowing smile curved across my lips.
Just like how he affected , it seed I had just as strong an effect on him—and sohow, that thought alone made my chest flutter with a strange, guilty happiness.
I kept my eyes locked on his, teasing and openly lewd, when suddenly, Leon reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling roughly so I turned around and presented my ass to him.
My hands flew forward, bracing against the back of the couch, palms sinking into the soft, worn fabric as my body trembled slightly from the sudden motion. Behind , Leon knelt down, his heavy breath ghosting over the backs of my thighs like hot wind.
Oddly enough, despite how exposed I felt, there was no trace of embarrassnt twisting in my stomach. Instead, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire, and the only thought that burned through the haze in my mind was what exactly he planned to do to next. A shaless, dirty smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.
I really was like a bitch in heat.
"You really sll good down here, Irene..." Leon murmured, his voice thick with sothing almost feral as his gaze stayed locked on my ass, the grin on his face shaless and hungry.
My breath hitched. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt the warmth of his palms as they cupped and kneaded my ass, the pressure making my skin tingle and my breath catch.
Then, without warning, he buried his face between my cheeks. I could hear him inhale deeply, hot air brushing against my skin, and I stiffened from the strange mix of embarrassnt and raw arousal that jolted through .
"Y-You really like sniffing my stockings, huh? You really are a pervert," I managed to tease, my voice shaky, cracking around the edges.
"Well, you really are sexy when you wear them," Leon shot back, voice low, words vibrating against my skin.
Before I could respond, a shock of sensation made gasp—a wet heat pressed against my covered crotch as he started licking.
"Hngghhh~!"
Even though the fabric blocked him from touching directly, every swipe of his tongue still sent shivers racing up my spine, and my toes curled so tightly it almost hurt.
The way he licked was ssy and desperate—like a dog lapping up water, each movent making my whole body twitch with little jolts of pleasure. I could hear him sniffing at the sa ti, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet room, and goosebumps prickled along my arms and legs.
"Ahhh...~ L-Leon, t-that’s kinda embarrassing..." I whispered, voice trembling, breath coming in shallow gasps.
But he didn’t stop. It felt like he couldn’t get enough of my scent.
"Please... Leon, stop that... Just fuck instead..." The words spilled out before I could stop them, raw and shaful, tasting of need and drunken courage.
Maybe it was the alcohol loosening my tongue, or maybe I just didn’t care anymore.
"If you fuck right now, my pussy will welco you so much that it won’t even fight you. I’m sure you’d feel so good..." I confessed, voice thick with lust and desperation.
My head was swirling, hazy and fever-hot, and my face must’ve looked completely fucked-out, sothing I’d die if anyone else ever saw.
"Irene, what the fuck are you doing?"
My eyes flew open wide, and my heart stopped. Rose stood there, staring at , her expression frozen in shock, eyes blown wide like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
"W-Wha...?"
For a split second, my mind went completely blank. I hadn’t even realized she’d been awake.
"W-When did you... wake up?" I stamred, my voice barely a whisper.
"Not too long ago," she said, her tone flat and oddly calm. "Specifically, when you said Leon likes your stockings and that he’s a pervert."
Heat flooded my face in a rush of mortification. She’d heard everything—every filthy and shaless word.
"W-Wait, L-Leon, stop!! R-Rose is awake!" I blurted out, panic sharpening my voice.
But Leon didn’t stop. He kept pressing his face against , still breathing in my scent like he hadn’t even noticed her standing there.
"Irene, I would’ve never thought you’d wear an expression like that," Rose murmured, her voice low and strangely soft. "I’ve gotta admit, that was surprising."
Then sothing in her gaze shifted—her pupils seed to dilate, and a warm blush rose on her cheeks. I couldn’t tell if she was still drunk or if it was sothing else, but sothing about her expression felt off and almost dazed.
She stepped closer, gently cupped my face with her warm hands, and then—
"Mmmph?!"
Her lips crashed into mine, hot and urgent, and my eyes flew wide open.
Rose kissed . Her tongue pushed into my mouth, swirling and curling around mine, wet and insistent.
W-What the hell is happening? Why is Rose kissing ? Her tongue... it’s moving so deeply...
Before my mind could even catch up, I felt Leon shift behind . His fingers dug into the fabric of my stockings, and then with a sharp, rough tug, he ripped them apart.
The sound of tearing cloth echoed around the room, but all I could focus on was Rose’s mouth on mine, her tongue twisting and tasting .
Then, Leon pressed the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy.
I was soaking wet, my slick already saring across my thighs, and my body trembled uncontrollably.
With Rose’s kiss drowning my thoughts, everything else turned into white noise.
***
Leon’s POV
Seeing Rose suddenly lean in and kiss Irene like that hit like a punch to the chest.
I never imagined she’d do that—but watching them, so close and so shaless, sothing inside snapped.
My cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing with the need to be buried inside her.
Without thinking, I grabbed the ripped edges of Irene’s stockings, lined my cock up with her soaked pussy, and thrust in hard in one swift motion.
"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"
Irene’s moan got swallowed by Rose’s mouth, her body jerking forward from the force.
The instant I pushed inside, her pussy clenched down so tight and so wet that I nearly lost it right there, my teeth grinding together to hold back.
Her slick warmth squeezed so perfectly, my mind nearly blanked out.
But I held on, barely, grabbing her hips and starting to pound into her, each thrust rougher than the last.
At that point, I couldn’t stop even if I tried—and truth be told, I didn’t want to.
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