"L-look here, little Art. Mommy is about to win this one! You hear ? You're going to lose, you naughty boy!"
Juliana was teetering on the brink of madness. Her pride kept her from outright begging, but damn it, she was close. So close. If Artis didn't put that cock to good use, she might combust right there in the kitchen.
Her plan was simple—pathetic, maybe—but it was all she had. She gave her ass a slow, deliberate wiggle, her hips swaying like a cat in heat. One hand reached for the container while the other stealthily tugged at her dress, inching it up ever so discreetly.
The thin fabric slid higher, revealing her toned legs inch by tantalizing inch. By the ti it flirted with her thighs, Artis was gulping. His cock twitched, and his smug grin widened.
'This bitch… Oh, she wants to play dirty? Fine. Two can play this ga.'
He thought, biting back a laugh.
"Aha! You think you can distract with that little striptease? Hah! Good luck, mommy. Go ahead, touch the container—I dare you."
Then, without warning, he pressed the head of his cock firmly between her thighs, grinding it against her soaked panties.
Juliana froze. Her breath hitched, her whole body trembling as she felt the hot, pulsing weight of him against her entrance. Even through the thin fabric, it was unmistakable.
Her eyes shot wide as her brain short-circuited.
"Y-you can't do that, you naughty boy! That's cheating!"
"Cheating? Oh, Mommy, I'm just helping you 'reach' for that container. Isn't that what you wanted?"
Her body betrayed her, hips jerking back into him instinctively. The friction made her shudder, her desperate need amplifying by the second.
'Gods, if he keeps teasing like this, I'm going to die—or worse, I'll beg. And I never beg!'
Her attempts to grab the container had beco pathetic at best, her trembling hands slapping uselessly at the ground while her body betrayed her.
She could feel his cock, even through the thin fabric of her dress, pressing insistently against her soaked entrance. Every grind, every nudge against her clit sent shockwaves straight to her core, and she was losing it.
"Aha!"
Artis's cocky laugh rang out, his hips giving another deliberate roll.
"See? I'm not going to lose, mommy! Admit it, I've got you pinned like a bitch in heat!"
Juliana let out a strangled whimper, her fingers grazing the edge of the container before slipping off again.
"You... naughty boy! Stop playing! Let mommy win, damn it!"
"Oh, you think I'm just going to let you win? Get ready for my ultimate move!"
Juliana barely had ti to register his words before he declared with unnecessary dramatic flair,
"Divine Thrust of the Devil!"
Then he thrust forward, his cock pushing against her through the fabric, grinding harder than ever before.
The rough, friction-filled pressure sent her mind into a spiral, and the sudden forceful motion shoved the top of his cock past the soaked barrier of her dress, just barely entering her.
Her body seized.
Her eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as the floodgates finally burst. The orgasm that had been building for days—teased, denied, and pent up—exploded out of her like a fucking tidal wave.
"Aaaahhh—fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!"
She scread, her nails digging into the floor as her entire body shuddered violently.
Juliana's mind was an absolute wreck. Her body trembled, her arms barely holding her up as the pleasure overwheld her.
'This is madness! My pussy can't take this—oh, fuck, it's taking it and loving every second!'
Her dress was bunched up around her thighs, and Artis's hands were gripping her ass like it was so prize he'd won at a carnival.
His cock was buried in her, still partially restrained by the thin fabric of her dress, but the sensation was otherworldly. It was like the dress wasn't even there—her pussy clung to him, squeezing so tightly it might as well have been bare skin.
"Aauuu! Ahhh! Fuuuuuck!"
Juliana moaned, her voice cracking with every syllable. Her legs had completely given out, leaving her ass perched high in the air, as if her body had surrendered to its own instincts.
"Oh gods, she's so fucking tight."
Artis muttered, his fingers digging into her soft, round cheeks as he marveled at the sheer vice grip of her pussy.
'He's pumping like a goddamn piston! This is not teasing—this is torture! And why the fuck does it feel so good?!'
"I told you you'd lose, Mommy."
Artis chuckled, his hips grinding against her in slow, deliberate movents.
"You… ughhhh… you naughty boy," she moaned, her words dripping with frustration and reluctant pleasure. "I'm gonna get you for this, I swear!"
"Oh yeah? How exactly are you gonna get …"
He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear.
"…if I do this?"
Without warning, he began to pump her pussy in earnest, each thrust sliding a little more of his cock past the soaked barrier of her dress. The fabric barely offered any resistance, and every motion sent shockwaves through Juliana's overstimulated body.
"AAAAHHHH! STOP—NO, DON'T STOP—OH FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ?!"
She scread, her voice going hoarse from the sheer intensity of it all.
'Oh gods! I'm gonna die! This is too good!
Her entire body was trembling, her mind an absolute ss. Every nerve ending in her was alight, sparking like fireworks on a sumr night. And yet, the universe had the audacity to throw in sothing mundane.
WHISTLE!
The kettle on the stove screeched, breaking the steamy tension like an uninvited guest at a sex party. Artis turned his head, chuckling like the cocky bastard he was.
"Mommy, grab the container. Water's ready."
He said casually, as though his cock wasn't halfway to turning her into a quivering puddle on the floor.
"Nhh…"
she whimpered, her hands fumbling as she finally managed to grab the container. Her victory was short-lived as Artis leaned forward, his strong hands suddenly cupping her tits like they were the perfect pair of stress balls.
"Ack! A-Artis!"
She yelped, her nipples hardening under his touch despite herself.
"Make the tea, Mommy."
He murmured, giving her breasts an indulgent squeeze before pulling her up.
"I want my tea now."
Her cheeks flushed so hot she was surprised steam wasn't rising from her head. But instead of protesting, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"O-okay, honey… just a mont."
Her mind was spiraling.
'How can I be okay with this? He's fondling my boobs while I'm making tea! My boobs! And why the fuck does it feel so good? Oh gods, his hands… they're so big, so strong. How is this kid so fucking strong?!'
Artis smirked behind her, his fingers exploring the soft curves of her breasts through her dress. The fabric was thin—so thin, it was as though nothing separated him from perfection.
"Don't worry, mommy, I'm not letting you go until I get my tea."
She bit her lip, trying to focus on pouring the water into the cups as her body betrayed her with every sensual touch.
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