Tessa leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "I don’t ever use my mouth."
Her words landed like a sucker punch, and my mind reeled. Great. This just went from hard to damn near impossible.
I stayed quiet, trying to process, but she wasn’t done. "I’d rather do this instead."
"Huh?" I barely got the sound out before she moved.
In one smooth motion, Tessa shifted and pressed herself against , my erection trapped between her cheeks, still hugged by that tight tracksuit. The heat, the pressure, it hit like a wave, way more intense than I’d expected.
I forced a laugh, keeping my cool. "Nice try, but that’s not gonna cut it."
Her lips curled into a smirk, sharp and confident. She climbed on top, straddling , then grabbed the waistband of her pants and peeled them down slow, like she was unwrapping a gift she knew I couldn’t resist.
"Oh, and I’ve got these ready," she said, dangling a pair of handcuffs in front of . "Gonna hold ’em tight and give you the VIP treatnt."
Thud.
My brain short-circuited. No panties. None. Just bare, pale skin and the smooth, hairless curve of her right there, inches away.
Before I could catch my breath, she yanked her pants off the rest of the way and tossed them over my face, soft fabric brushing my nose like so twisted tease.
"What the hell’s this?" I muttered, voice muffled under the makeshift veil.
She laughed, low and taunting. "You love it, the sll, the thrill. Special perks for my favorite little perv."
What was her deal? Always one step ahead, always screwing with like it was a ga she’d already won.
Fine. Ga on.
I took a sly, deep breath, catching the faint trace of her scent on the pants, and made a silent vow. Doesn’t matter how long it takes, I’ll flip this. One day, you’ll be the one breaking, begging beneath .
A sweet, familiar scent hit as Tessa chucked her pants at my face. It was her sll, warm and personal, blended with a soft, cozy hint of fabric softener that made feel oddly at ho.
"Man, I’ve been here before..." I muttered to myself.
Even as the thought crossed my mind, my nose wouldn’t quit. I kept sniffing the pants like it was second nature. Weird, right?
Then, out of nowhere, I shook myself out of it. I twisted my body, letting the pants slip off and land next to my head.
First thing I saw? Tessa. She wasn’t sitting, wasn’t standing, just frozen in this awkward half-crouch, eyes locked on my dick.
"Hmm," she humd, low and curious.
She must’ve felt staring, because she snapped out of it, reached down, and wrapped her fingers around .
squeak—
With one smooth move, Tessa lifted it, shifted her hips, and slid right inside her.
A sharp, wet sound bounced around the room as the tip, already slick from her spit and juices, brushed against her. She was drenched down there.
The heat of t her warm, sticky, shaved pussy. It parted for , swallowing the tip like it was made to fit. I was starting to get used to that feeling.
"Ha... ha..." My breath hitched.
Creak,
Her walls tightened, squeezing just right, and this strange, shaky moan slipped out of her. I’d heard it before, the sa desperate sound every woman made the first ti I slid in. Like they couldn’t keep it together.
"What... ha..." she gasped.
"Why?" I shot back, smirking.
"No, I an, ugh, never mind..." She trailed off, flustered.
She’d barely taken in, a third, tops, and she was stalling. Her pussy twitched, gripping what little was there, like it wasn’t sure what to do next.
squeak— squeak—
"Ha!!" she yelped.
I watched her hesitate for a split second too long. Screw it. I grabbed her waist and slamd myself all the way in. Her eyes went wide, her body dropped down hard, and she threw her head back with a loud, "Oh God, this is too much...!"
squeak— squeak—
"Ha, ha!" she panted, squirming like crazy.
Her hips twitched, and she lost it, writhing on top of like she couldn’t handle it.
Lately, I’d been piecing sothing together while grinding through quests and boosting my stats. Won? They’ve all got their kinks, their little preferences. It’s like picking out clothes or food, everyone’s got a favorite.
But here’s the thing: if you’re stark naked with nothing to wear, or starving after days without a bite, do you really care what’s on the table? Nah. You grab whatever’s there and make it work.
That’s how I saw it with us. Sex was the sa deal.
Even the hardcore types, sadists, masochists, whatever, aren’t numb to it. They just light up faster, burn hotter because of what they’re into.
squeak— squeak—
"Ahh! Ohh!" she groaned.
Point is, hit them with pleasure that blows past their usual limits, and no woman’s walking away unmoved. They feel it. They love it. No exceptions.
And ? With stats all over 60, my dick was like a cheat code, smashing through every preference, every boundary, no questions asked.
"Phew. You good?" I teased, catching my breath.
"This... this is... holy crap...!" she stamred, voice breaking with a little at the end.
Tessa shoved her hips down hard, pinning with her weight, trying to take charge and slow down.
Fat chance. It didn’t faze one bit.
She could squirm all she wanted up there, I kept pumping, steady and relentless. Every ti I buried myself deep, she’d let out this raw, happy moan, totally lost in it.
thump— thump—
"Ohh! Haha! You’re insane, you jerk... " she half-laughed, half-cried.
"Phew. What, you like this insane jerk pounding you?" I grinned.
"No way that’s, ugh! Haha! " she fired back, but her body was saying sothing else.
A smug little smile crept up my face. Sure, I was tied up, but who was really running this show? Still, the angle was killing . Felt familiar, though, like I’d been stuck like this before.
squeak— squeak—
"S-stop moving, haha! That’s it... " she begged, her voice cracking, each word a struggle.
Hearing her curse down at , spitting out dirty little jabs, should’ve turned off. But nah, it was still my jam. Tessa was hooked on this, flailing between loving it and trying to keep her cool.
"Phew. Damn, you’re gorgeous," I breathed.
There she was, perched on in a white tank top, one breast soaked from my spit, the rest of her bare. Her legs spread wide, showing off that smooth, shaved pussy, everything about her scread perfect chaos.
Her head hung low, short light-brown hair spilling over her face, hiding her eyes. But every thrust I gave? Her cheeks flared red, I could see that much.
Creak, Creak, Creak, Creak,
"Ahh! Haha! This is nuts, for real... " she wailed.
I didn’t let up, hamring away like I’d never stop. Tessa clung to my hips, teetering on the edge, barely keeping herself upright.
"Phew. Let loose, and I’ll make it even better," I taunted.
"Ahh! Shut it, all of you! " she snapped.
"Huh?" I blinked.
thrust—
"Kyaa! Haha!" she squealed.
She caught off guard mid-sentence, hoisted her hips, and slamd in deeper. Next thing I knew, she tipped forward and crashed onto .
thump— thump— thump—
"Kyaaa! Haha! Ohh... " she sobbed, clutching my shoulders, trembling as I kept going.
She was a ss on top of , and we were so damn close.
"Argh! Ugh! Damn it..." Tessa’s rough voice growled right next to , grating on my nerves even more. I wasn’t looking straight at her, but I could easily picture it, her shaved pussy taking in and out as she lay face-down, her body rocking with every thrust.
The sight of her wet, open pussy swallowing whole flashed in my mind.
"So, you like it that much?" I teased, voice low.
"Argh! You crazy... bastard... ahhh!" she shot back, her words breaking apart.
thump— thump—
I didn’t slow down, keeping the rhythm steady as I drove into her. Tessa stayed sprawled over , sobbing softly, too wrecked to even think about getting up. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and damn, that felt good.
Heh. This is it, I thought, smirking to myself.
"Hmm!!" she gasped.
squeak—
"Haaa... haaaa..." Her breath ca out in shaky waves.
"Huh?" I tilted my head.
Tessa let out a scream-like moan and arched her hips up. Bad timing, though, real bad. My dick, perfectly buried inside her, slipped out with the move. She let out a low, frustrated sigh and slowly pushed herself up.
"Ha... ha... ha," she panted.
"See ya," I mumbled under my breath.
I tried lining myself up again, but lying there without my hands free? No chance. Tessa’s breathing steadied bit by bit, and soon she was back to normal.
"Hey, cut the crap," she snapped, suddenly all cool and collected like she owned the room. Just a second ago, she’d been gasping and trembling on my dick, now she was acting tough. It was almost funny how fast she flipped.
Guess I ssed up pulling that item, I thought, shaking my head.
"What, you think you’re hot stuff just ’cause your dick’s big? Pfft," she scoffed.
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