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You two are lying close together on the sofa, you're wearing one of his old shirts, playing video games on his lap, and he's gently kissing you and watching what he thinks is your beautiful game. He wraps his arms around your waist, buries his nose in the back of your neck, inhaling your scent, while you defeat some innocent afk player.

But a minute later, you're yelling at the tv, throwing the controller across the couch in anger. You're angry and upset that you lost again. The rankings appeared on the screen, and you were in third place before you were kicked back to the lobby. It was so frustrating. You wanted to win for the first time by taking first place, but it seemed impossible for you right now.

“You'll win soon. You came in third, which isn't bad for a beginner like you,” he says as you sigh heavily and pick up the controller again.

“Maybe you're right. Two more tries, and I'll try again sometime,” you say with a hint of hope.

The round started off pretty well; when you run around the map and kill others. From the outside, it looked like you were a child who was excited to win, and that's why he was smiling. How disappointed you were when you were shot and didn't manage to jump up to dodge the bullet; you had that puffed-up, sad expression on your face again as your character was blown to pieces. Out of spite, you dove into his warm embrace, throwing the controller aside again.

“It's so unfair, Leon!” you whine and hug him, he kisses you on the temple, trying to comfort you. “I hesitated for a second, and that ghost face killed me!”

“If I were in the place of that ghost face, I wouldn't touch such a cute pumpkin like you,” he laughed sensually and stroked your head, noticing how this loss affected you: you are sad about it, and he is ashamed that your whining has gotten to him. “But I can help you, baby. You'll try something for the sake of that coveted victory, right?”

“And what could that be?” you ask, and your tone softens as you begin to understand the meaning of his words, feeling the hardness against your bare thigh.

“How about relaxing on my cock? I know you need support during the game,” he purrs, his hands sliding down your stomach to your breasts, gliding over your nipples through your shirt, which have already begun to harden instinctively from the warmth of his fingers. You nod to him. You were embarrassed that he could cause such a rush of arousal with one simple word, spoken in a certain tone. He pulls your shorts down, grinning at the lack of panties, “Look how wet you are for me.”

He pulls you down, your knees resting on either side of his thighs. He presses against your entrance and pulls you down until he reaches the bottom. You sob and bite your lip, staring at the tv to focus as a new match begins.

You feel calm sitting on his hips. You could tell that everything was going well again when you barely moved your hips. Of course, you don't understand how hard he is trying not to push his hips up, making you squeal on his cock. You notice how he twitches inside you or how quietly he moans when you press yourself against him. His fingers traced circles on the outside of your thigh, he watched your game closely, “What do you think? Does it help, baby?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you answer him.

You try to shoot someone, but he tries to move his hips anyway. You moan, bite your lower lip, trying to focus on the game, but you clearly don't mind a little more. Then he does it again. His cock slides through the warm embrace of your walls, kissing your favorite places deep inside. You still seemed focused enough, so, holding you with his hands, he starts pushing up.

Your breathing becomes longer and more irregular, but you try to stay focused on the screen. The number of players in the battle was rapidly decreasing. He was tossing you on his cock, but you needed that royal victory. Leon moans, leaning back on the sofa cushions and throwing his head back. This time, he didn't need your victory. He thrusts his cock into you faster and faster.

You grit your teeth and grip the controller, focusing all your remaining concentration on the game rather than on having fun. You whine to him that you can win, there are only a couple of players left on the screen, and victory could be yours! Isn't it a miracle to win two competitions at once? Well, at least that's what you hoped for with all your heart. You couldn't lose: it would be a disgrace.

You feel euphoric, a feeling you've never felt before during play and sex, and it feels good. You feel that your climax is inevitable; you won't be able to hold out for long if the battle drags on. You also felt that Leon was about to come inside you, he was barely holding back. Your hands are shaking, you miraculously defeat one, then the other, and see the coveted golden light on the screen: you have won.

You allow yourself to relax; your grip loosens and you drop the controller to the floor with a dull thud. You arch your back toward him as you are consumed by orgasm. He cums at the same time as you, holding your hips, filling your tight pussy with his cum. You both gasp for breath, he gives you a few more deep thrusts before letting you collapse on top of him, your back pressed against his broad chest.

You take shallow breaths as he strokes your face. Even though you couldn't think straight right now, you were happy and pleased with yourself. You were proud of yourself for winning, and not alone! While you were resting, he looked up and noticed the cherished word «victory». “Baby, you did it!”

He hugged you, his tone betraying his admiration and joy for you. For a second, he even forgot that he was still immersed in you, that the two of you were dirty and tired on the sofa, but happy. He leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, “You're so good, pumpkin.”

“I tried for you,” you leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. You lay there in each other's arms for a few more minutes until he picked you up and carried you to the shower.

«You must be sacrificed in the name of Bahamut» that was the only warning you received before you were taken from your home to the temple on the mountain, where preparations for the sacrifice were underway. You barely had time to say goodbye to your family. Your skin was painted dark red, and your hair, prepared for baptism, was neatly braided. Your clothes were confiscated, and ceremonial robes were left on your body. Well, if, of course, a black bra and skirt with lapels can be called garments.

You didn't understand why it was you and what was happening at all. It was cold, and you bit your lower lip to stifle a trembling moan. Your skirt was stained with dirt, but you pulled it closer to your side, trying to hide at least part of your bare leg, but stopped when you revealed more than you wanted anyone to see. You let it slide down, sighing. Maybe when that blade finally pierces your heart, they'll let you cover yourself modestly. That's how Bahamut's sacrifices were performed, right? Piercing, Death, then the shroud of death?

A deep voice behind you called your name. You spun around to face the man. He was tall, stocky, and blond. You racked your brains, trying to remember his name, trying to remember who this priest was... Oh, wait! Leon, Priest Leon Kennedy! He wasn't the one who was going to sacrifice you. You said it out loud, but the man just smiled.

“You were attentive in the temple, weren't you?” He reached out his hand to you. “It's time. I must take you to the altar of Bahamut for your ritual.”

You followed him, clutching his hand tightly. He smiled at your obvious nervousness and muttered that it was only death. You just gave him a skeptical look, “Thanks, that makes me feel much better, priest.”

Finally, you two reached the top of the mountain and saw a richly decorated altar before you. Your gaze was drawn to the chains attached to the corners of the platform; ornate silver dragons decorating the marble slab were entwined around the edges of the chains. On both sides, massive candles burned, ready to illuminate your bodies with their light and elevate you to the deity.

You slowly approached the altar, lay down on it, sighed humbly, and closed your eyes. You felt someone's slender hands with long fingers fasten handcuffs on your limbs, shocking you. You opened your eyes and saw a pair of blue eyes hidden behind glasses.

Damn. If you weren't on the verge of death, you would have dragged him into the far corridor and gone with him to risk sin.

You were sure that death at the hands of this man would be your final blessing. You watched as his gaze slid over the lines of your body, stretched out before him. You lazily thought that this would be the perfect way to spend the night if you had been married before.

“What a pity that Bahamut spoils your beauty,” he muttered before staring intently into your eyes and seductively stroking your leg with his hand. “How about we sacrifice you, but in a much more pleasant way?”

You shuddered at his tone, at his voice, soft as silk, and he undoubtedly intended to seduce you. You tried to find the strength to say “no,” which Bahamut would not have appreciated if Leon had stolen his victim, but judging by the heat spreading between your legs, you were more than ready for this beautiful priest to sacrifice your virginity.

Gods, he's so handsome...

You nodded at him, feeling your cheeks burn.

“Darling, I don’t understand what this means. I need you to say it out loud.”

“Please, Your Holiness. Sacrifice me in whatever way is most convenient for you,” you said, lowering your voice to a passionate tone.

Hearing your words, he pulled a dagger from his belt, gently ran the tip across your painted skin before hooking it under your ceremonial bra and cutting it off. His free hand caressed them tenderly, stroking your nipples with his fingertips. A moan escaped your lips, making you flinch in surprise.

He smiled at your moan, releasing your breast and moving to the other end of the table. You watched his movements with curiosity as his hands slid down your legs to the ties holding your skirt together. With nimble fingers, he untied them and pulled the fabric aside. According to tradition, the victim was not supposed to be wearing underwear. It did not match the appearance of the outfit.

He leaned back and watched you for a minute, his face reflecting gratitude, before whispering a prayer under his breath, so quietly that you could barely hear it.

You had only a moment to feel truly embarrassed before he settled his face between your legs, skillfully caressing your clitoris with his tongue. You pulled at the chains binding your hands, wanting to run your fingers through his hair. You felt him smirk before he lifted his head and looked at you, “Now, now, dear. You must behave yourself. Don't resist the chains.”

He dove back down, skillfully licking and sucking your folds. His finger found its way inside you, writhing and twisting inside you. Moans filled the air around you, pleasure slowly enveloping your entire being. It wasn't long before you reached your peak, arching on the stone altar and praise to the gods escaped your lips. Leon smirked, pulling away, his face glistening with your juices. He knelt on the altar a few feet away from you. The knife reappeared, cutting through the belt at his waist. You couldn't help but watch as the fabric fell from his body. He kicked the fabric off the altar before kissing his way up your body.

“That was only the first part,” he whispered in your ear, gently biting it. You never thought a bite could be so painful, or that a man's face between your thighs could bring you to this. You remembered him again when he finished speaking.

When he asked if you were ready, you started to nod, but stopped, remembering his earlier warning, “Yes, Your Holiness.”

His fingers entered you again, curving just right to prepare you for him. His thumb traced your clitoris, making you gasp with pleasure. It took a long time before he withdrew his fingers, interrupting the eager sob it caused, “Patience, dear.”

He leaned down to press his lips against yours, sliding his tongue inside and entwining it with yours. You tasted yourself on his lips, along with the taste of consecrated wine, which only priests and sacrificial victims were allowed to drink. When he kissed you, you felt him slowly enter you, filling you completely. You broke the kiss, shuddering. It took all his willpower to remain still and not immediately enter you. He watched you closely, waiting for your consent to move.

The pain gradually subsided, turning into a dull ache, and he slowly began to move inside you. Soon the pain subsided, completely replaced by pleasure that made you writhe beneath the flexible priest. You saw sweat dripping down his skin from the strain as he held himself back, his hair slowly falling over his face, “Please, more, Your Holiness!”

His moans and gasps as he sped up, entering you faster and harder, were pure sin. You wanted to run your nails down his back, grab his body as he plunged into you again and again. As if reading your mind, he reached out and unfastened the chains on your wrists. Your arms wrapped around him, your nails sweetly scratching his back. His hand found its way between you, circling your clit again and again. You felt your whole body tense, closer and closer to breaking.

“Honey, I know you're close. Please look at me. Finish me off.” You did as he asked, gasping for breath, his hair no longer slicked back but completely covering his face, the only thing etched in his features was pleasure. It was enough to break you, your cries growing louder as your body writhed and twisted beneath him. He thrust into you one last time, releasing himself inside you with a loud groan. His lips met yours, exchanging slow kisses as you both came down from your high. You ran your hands over his muscular back, simply enjoying the feel of his smooth skin.

Finally, he freed himself, reached out to unfasten your ankles, and massaged the rubbed skin.

“And what will happen to me?” you asked. You rubbed the peeling blue paint off your legs and suddenly noticed two distinct blue lines on Leon's face from your thighs.

“Hmm, how about you serve the temple?”

You woke up early in the morning, the sun barely above the horizon, when it was already shining through the curtains into the bedroom. Your eyes flew open, and the first thing you saw was your husband sleeping soundly next to you. A warm smile touched your lips at the sight of his naked torso as he slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling evenly, accompanied by a slight snore. You admired his features, framed by the warm golden rays of the sun on his blonde hair.

A familiar warmth stabbed you in the stomach, your heart was pounding wildly, and the loud thumping echoed in your ears. You timidly bit your lip, your thoughts slowly turning over in your head as you looked at him through your long eyelashes; you had barely woken up, and already you were aroused. With a slight but decisive nod, you moved closer, tangling yourself even deeper in the sheets, and pressed yourself against him, “hey, Leon, good morning,” you cooed softly, your curious fingers gently poking his warm cheeks.

He grumbled softly as he began to stir, and brushed your hands away when you smiled again at his sleepy behavior, but he woke up anyway. His light blue eyes flashed as they focused on your naked figure next to him. Your smile outshone the sun, and he had to close his eyes again from the onslaught, an irritated sigh stuck in his throat, “the sun has barely risen, what do you want?”

Although he was never a morning person, it stopped you in your tracks when you approached him, enjoying the warmth of his skin and placing your hand on his chest.

“I wanna you, Leon...” you murmur as his long fingers dig into your curls and run through them.

“You're already my wife, isn't that enough for you?” he said with a lazy smile. You snorted. He was mocking you! You know he's on vacation, and is it really so hard for him to pay attention to you to make this day a good one right from the morning? But he loved your sullen grimace and your puffed-up cheeks. He thought it was cute, and the corners of his lips turned up.

“Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I’m talking about!” you whined pitifully.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Please don’t play with me like that!”

“Nope.”

“Please, please, please?” you asked him hopefully, because his last answer sounded like a teasing “maybe.” He just wanted you to ask him a little more. “well, well, please?” you asked again.

He sighed heavily and nodded, “okay, hop in.” he said, patting his thigh.

You almost jumped into his lap as soon as the words left his lips, excitement making your blood boil as you eagerly straddled his waist. Your hips were already slippery with the pearls of your arousal, your pussy throbbing with anticipation as you looked down at Leon with insatiable hunger. You lowered your head to capture his lips, your tongue sliding between his lips as his teeth dug into your skin. You both moaned into each other's mouths as your tongues touched, slowly sliding over each other as you languidly pressed your hips against his. His cock was already engorged with blood from the mere taste of you, his cock twitching between your thighs as your pussy drooled over his burning flesh. You broke the kiss with a loud smack, a thin stream of saliva breaking away. His hands rested on your hips as you continued to push and rub against his cock.

“I... I thought I bored you last night,” he mutters thoughtfully to himself, watching you tease him.

“Nah, you know I’m always full of energy for us,” you chuckled and kissed him on the cheek, while your free hand dropped between your two bodies.

A loud moan rose from the depths of Leon's throat as you lazily ran your fist up and down his cock, moving it several times before pressing the tip against your entrance. Impatience finally began to gnaw at your skin, a thick fog of desire clouding your mind as you looked at him with dazed eyes. The head of his cock pressed against your opening, and without further warning, you pounced on him.

He swallowed hard at the sight of your face filled with pleasure, your mouth parted for the sweet sounds of his name, strands of your hair sticking to your sweaty skin. His gaze wandered up and down your body as you slowly bounced on his lap, dragging your sensitive walls along his cock and sighing each time. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold on to the thinning edges of his sanity as you rubbed against him, your pussy squeezing the thickest part of him and refusing to let go.

Your thighs tightened around his waist, your toes curled, and a sensual moan escaped your parted lips. Your long eyelashes fluttered against your flushed cheeks, his fingernails dug into your skin, leaving crescent marks as your pussy squeezed his cock. You could barely focus now as the knot in your stomach tightened, your eyes closed, and you began to rock slowly on your husband's lap.

You gasped sharply when Leon's thumb touched your clitoris, stroking the lovely little pearl at the tip of your pussy in firm circles until stars flashed inside you. You rocked back and forth along his cock, your knees trembling as you tried to stay upright despite his firm grip on your waist.

“That’s it, yeah, beautiful,” he murmured to you, his voice barely hoarse, “I wanna you to come just like that on me.”

You tried with all your might to open your eyes again, but when you managed to do so, the sight of Leon below you made you melt; his eyes sparkled with warmth, and a soft smile graced his lips. You whimpered loudly, your nails scratching his skin as the pressure inside you suddenly broke, unfolding. The movement of your hips suddenly stopped, your walls clenching tightly around Leon as your body burned with pleasure. His hips jerked upward, his hands pressing you even lower onto his swollen length as he came with a hoarse gasp of your name. Your stomach tingled with warmth as his hot seed stained your insides with sticky white threads. You could no longer sit on him and collapsed onto him with a sigh of relief.

Leon gladly accepted your weight as you collapsed onto him; your walls were still determined to squeeze every last drop out of him while you still had the last remnants of pleasure left in you. He ran his fingers over your cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear as your breath mingled. Your heart seemed to stick in your throat as you tried to catch your breath, but the overwhelming orgasm suddenly lulled you back to sleep. You hugged Leon around the neck, and he kissed you gently with the question, “are you satisfied now?” to which you nodded.

A quiet laugh rang in your ears as Leon rubbed his warm palms against your back, further coaxing you to relax as sweet dreams beckoned you once more. Somewhere in the post-orgasmic haze, you heard your husband talking to you again, but you just pressed your ear to his chest, and the beating of his heart rang out like a soothing melody. You closed your eyes and sighed softly, wrapped in your husband's love and the warmth of the sun's rays.

“I love you, my insatiable one,” he said while you were already dozing on top of him.

It's hard not to notice that he left the ice cream box in plain sight, but Leon's tongue slides over the tip of the treat in such a way that you want to watch him over and over again. The blue ice cream turned his tongue blue, and it was cute. He hadn't enjoyed ice cream like this in a long time, because summers weren't this hot before! Noticing your gaze, he looks back at you, “what?” he asks with wide eyes and feigned innocence, before running the frozen raspberry ice cream across his tongue.

“I want to try some ice cream. I can, right, honey?” You laugh sensually and move closer. You couldn't deny that it looked delicious, dripping down the wooden stick onto his fingers, making them sticky. you couldn't resist the urge to taste the ice cream that beckoned you. He holds the ice cream for you as you wrap your lips around the tip of the cold treat. After tasting just a little, you pull away, feeling the juice on your lips and licking them. “delicious. Very.”

“Mm,” Leon smiles at the spectacle he has just witnessed “glad we're on the same page.”

He presses his cold lips against yours, exchanging warmth that quickly thaws. His index and middle fingers still held the ice cream while his free hand embraced your waist. You initiated the deepening of the kiss, the taste of raspberries dissolving on your tongues as you led him to the kitchen counter.

You pull away from his lips, both of you breathing heavily, before you climb onto the kitchen counter. He presses himself against you, covering your face with kisses. Your faces are close enough to hear the muffled, delicate smacking sounds of him enjoying his ice cream more and more, “take your clothes off.” "

You lifted your sundress, the strap sliding down your shoulder; your panties were exposed before you had completely removed your clothes. After taking the last bite of ice cream, he lets it melt on his tongue, cooling it, so the sensations he experiences as he runs his tongue over your shoulder muscles surprise both him and you. Leon traces your nipples with the remaining ice cream until they harden and take on a bluish tint, perfect for further licking. The juice runs down your stomach. The aromas of syrup fill you, and you, as if covered in candy, naked and waiting, press your thighs together to satisfy your desire.

“So appetizing,” Leon praises, watching what is happening. His lips follow your lines. Your body, given to Leon, is now his vivid feast. The ice cream melts faster and faster on your heated body, and Leon dips his tongue into the blue sugar dripping down your sides.

Leon reaches for another melting treat. He slowly runs it along your thigh, across your pubic area, and down to your other knee, enjoying the transformation from cold to wet and sticky. He licks the inside of your thighs lustfully. More than anything else in the world, he wants to taste you. Your thighs involuntarily lift as another delicious drop falls, offering itself to him as he licks your lips. Just as Leon squeezed the juice out of you earlier, his tongue runs down your center before kissing you gently.

You whimper as you run your hands through Leon's soft hair. He pushes your hips, changing the angle of your bodies to give you more pleasure. His tongue slides lazily over you, then he wraps his lips around you and begins to suck. And you squeal his name between thrusts of pleasure from the touch of your fingers. He sinks into you, licking your arousal, rubbing his sticky stubble and face against you.

“So warm,” he marvels, letting his middle and ring fingers beckon you before diving back toward you. You try to remember this feeling. Opposites push and pull you toward your goal. Your body is dripping wet, and the vacuum of his mouth on your clitoris brings you to loud moans.

“Mm, harder, Leon,” you gently command, but Leon is already doing it, pulling you even closer to him and his irresistible warmth. Your whisper about your approaching orgasm makes him move his tongue faster, pressing exactly where he was just a moment ago. He knows all the ways to make you melt in his arms. Your walls squeeze his still-bent fingers, for a moment, the tension disappears.

You climax, clutching Leon frantically, who won't stop until you ask him to. He presses his face against yours, avoiding any movement, ignoring the throbbing of his painfully hard cock. Your body shudders once more, and then you mutter, “ugh! I'm so sticky!”

He tilted his head back and smiled foolishly, still wet from nose to chin, sticky around his hands and face, but he was happy. Your words made him smile, “and I don't mind,” he said to you with a slight pride, but he understood your slight discomfort with the stickiness of ice cream all over his body, “but it's still worth taking a shower and washing off the sugar on their bodies.”

“Make yourself comfortable, I'll bring some gauze and antiseptic for your wound,” you heard Leon's voice behind you. You nodded, heading for the sofa, watching him walk down the hallway, presumably to the bathroom, and you sat down. You purred softly with delight at how comfortable the sofa was, feeling your body melt into the soft cushions.

You were wounded after a difficult mission, blood had dried on your shoulder, and you felt slightly weak. You were tired, but you were glad that your close friend had decided to take care of you at such a difficult time. The soft fabric melted your muscles, and you lay down on it, completely relaxed. He entered the room with a rag and a bottle of antiseptic in his hand and laughed quietly at your comfortable figure on his small sofa; he was used to your weakness for it.

“I only have one wound on my shoulder,” you say, pointing to the bloody spot on your clothing, “although I'll probably have to take off my shirt so you can examine it properly.”

You carefully pulled the shirt over your head and grimaced slightly when the sleeve touched your shoulder. Leon nodded, trying his best not to look at your chest as he poured antiseptic onto a cloth. He always tried to remain calm in front of others, but in the end, the sight of a woman without a shirt still affected him like it would any other man.

“It might sting a little,” he muttered as he began to dab the wound with gauze. You grimaced slightly; no matter how many times you had been wounded, you never got used to the sharp sensation of antiseptic, the slight tingling of the wound against the antiseptic that made you shiver.

You involuntarily grabbed his thigh as he continued to treat your wound. Despite the unpleasant pain in your body, you felt a slight blush from how muscular his thigh was. You cursed yourself silently, telling yourself that it would be better if such thoughts did not concern Leon. He would never respond to your advances. Hell, he probably felt strange himself when your hand fell on his knee.

A gentle pat on the shoulder distracted you from your thoughts. Leon made sure the bandage was securely in place before leaning back, setting aside the bottle of antiseptic and the cloth.

“You didn't need the gauze at first, but I thought it was the best option for today.”

You nodded, grateful for his concern. You reached into your pocket, took out your phone to check the time, “It's late. Should I leave? It's no problem,” you asked, meeting his gaze.

Leon shook his head. “You should probably stay here tonight. You know how dangerous it can be here at night sometimes.” He got up from the sofa and reached out his hand to help you up. “I can get you some clean clothes. The shower is at the end of the hallway on the right, if you want to wash up.”

Quickly thanking him, you walked down the hallway, taking off your clothes before turning on the water. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, waiting for the water to heat up. You had no idea how dirty you were; after that fight, you looked terrible.

When you got into the shower, you let the warm water pour over your body. You lathered yourself with soap, and the scent of sandalwood hit your nose. You rinsed the soap off your body and started washing your hair, carefully removing dirt and sweat from it. You immersed yourself in your own little world, rinsing the shampoo from your hair, and didn't notice the door opening. You opened your eyes slightly when you heard a quiet murmur and started laughing when you realized that Leon had come in to put your change of clothes and towel on the rack.

You noticed him through the steamy shower door, you could barely hear his voice over the loud drops of water. He said something like, “Sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you.” It was sweet.

“You can always join me,” you shrugged, reaching for the bottle of conditioner. “You know, it's hard for me to wash my hair leaning on my shoulder, so I could use some help.”

“If you really want me to, I'll do it,” he said, starting to undress before opening the shower door and slipping in after you. He bit his lip at the sight of the water running down your body.

You turned your back to him, pointing to the bottle of conditioner, “I just need help applying conditioner to my hair,” you told him. Leon bent down to pick up the bottle, poured some conditioner into his palm, moved closer, and reached out to apply it to your hair.

The sensation of something pressing against your backside brought you out of the stupor you had fallen into as you felt his hands massaging your head. You smiled to yourself and turned to face him.

“Looks like someone needs some help,” you asked, pointing to his erection. He swallowed, looking away. “Don't be embarrassed, I'll be happy to help you.”

He just nodded as he watched you kneel down in front of him. You wrapped your hand around his cock, made a few slow movements, and then leaned forward, licking the tip. He moaned softly from the sensation, and you wrapped your lips around him, starting to suck. You tried to take his cock as deep as possible, but felt a slight gag reflex when it hit the back of your throat.

He was definitely well-endowed, so sucking him off wouldn't be easy. Sucking in your cheeks, you continued to bounce up and down, letting out an enthusiastic moan when you felt his hand grab the back of your head. You looked up at him, noticing the blissful expression on his face, which prompted you to take him deeper. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, the lubricant dripping from the tip onto your tongue.

“Oh, you're so good at this,” he moaned, gripping your hair tighter. You moaned softly at the compliment, and he moaned again. He stepped back, pulled his cock out of your mouth, and jerked you to your feet. He pulled you toward him for a kiss, your lips meeting in a burst of passion, his tongue sliding inside and pressing against yours. “I want to feel your pussy around my cock,” he murmured between kisses.

All you could do was nod, letting out a quiet cry as he lifted you up in his strong arms.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms clasped behind his head, while he continued to kiss you, stroking the tip of his cock against your pussy with one hand. You moaned softly as he began to enter you, his cock stretching you almost perfectly. He tilted his head toward your neck, leaving red marks on your delicate skin. He pulled out and thrust back in sharply, and you moaned as his tip touched your G-spot.

“Harder,” you whimpered, squeezing your legs tighter around his waist as he began to move even harder. The tip of his cock kept hitting your sensitive spot inside, causing more and more moans to escape your throat. One of his hands moved lower, two fingers gripping your clit in time with his thrusts. You felt your orgasm building, the knot in your stomach growing.

“You take me so well. You take my cock so nicely...” Leon whispered in your ear, tilting his hips so he could go deeper. Quiet moans escaped your lips as he continued to attack your pussy. The feeling of a growing orgasm became almost unbearable.

“I'm going to come now,” you whispered hoarsely, pulling him closer so you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“Then finish me off,” Leon said simply, increasing the pressure on his clitoris and thrusting a few more times into your pussy.

You let out a loud moan, arching your back as you came. The walls of your vagina tightened as you pulled out of him, causing Leon's thrusts to become increasingly careless until he froze, penetrating as deeply as possible and coming, coating the inside of your walls with his semen.

You both sighed deeply as he stepped out, helping you to your feet. You laughed, almost losing your balance, but he caught you before you could slip on the wet tiles.

You hold Leon's hand, letting him lead you to his car so you don't fall in your heels. He opens the door and sits you in the front seat before getting behind the wheel himself. Inside, you lean toward his face, kiss his cheeks and neck, and run your fingers through his dark hair, mumbling drunken nonsense about how much you missed him. He asks you the logical question, “How many drinks did you have today?”

You were with your friends as usual on Friday evening, chatting and having a few drinks. You asked Leon to pick you up closer to midnight, and he showed up on time. He walked into the bar, his eyes searching for you, but imagine his surprise when he saw you on the dance floor. When you noticed him, you waved and invited him to dance. It's not every day you manage to get him on the dance floor, let alone dancing! But, to your disappointment, he waved you off and reminded you that it was time to go home. And now you're in the car, clinging to him with kisses and caresses.

“To be honest, it’s not that much, like just two alcoholic cocktails,” you mutter into his skin.

Your hands slide down his chest and down to his belt, you suck on his neck, running your fingers along his groin. You stroke him through his jeans, and he moans softly, trying to focus on the road, “I missed you too, baby.” You kiss and caress Leon all the way home, and by the time he pulls up to the house, he's already fully hard. He pulls you out of the car, lifting you up in his arms, and carries you into the house, sitting you on his lap on the sofa.

“Did you say something about missing me? Come on, show me,” he unbuckles his belt, allowing you to pull it out. He's hard as a rock, pre-cum dripping from him as you stroke him. Licking the tip, you suck him in, focusing on the head while stroking Leon's cock with both hands, rocking your head up and down. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he holds your hair, watching you lick and suck him. “I'm gonna cum now.”

Despite his warnings, you just hum next to him, continuing to stroke and suck until he finally cums, hot and salty on your tongue, and you moan next to him. He trembles and moans, letting you suck him dry until he can no longer bear the stimulation, he has to push you away, “baby, baby, I need a break from your caresses.”

He pulls you back onto his lap, kissing you while you smile, letting him kiss all over your face. Leon pulls your dress up, admiring your beautiful body. He takes your breast, weighing it in his hands, licking and sucking your pink nipples while you run your fingers through his bangs. Leon bites your nipple, causing you to cry out and pull his hair hard, making him grunt.

He runs his hand up and down your thigh and butt, noticing that you're not wearing any panties. “Hey, what's this, no panties?” Leon says with slight surprise, slapping you on the butt. He didn't expect his girlfriend to be such a daring slut that she would dance without panties in a bar where everyone could see her. The thought made him boil with rage, but he had to calm himself down and exhale. He runs his fingers over your pussy, you're so wet that he can feel it through the fabric. He laughs, stroking you through your panties. “God, you're such a wet slut,” he slaps you several times at the entrance, watching you squeeze around the emptiness.

Leon slaps your buttock again, hard enough to leave a mark, then rubs the mark to soothe you before slapping your other buttock just as hard. You cry out in pain, trying to break free from Leon's grip, but he slaps you again, and again, and again. Your butt hurts, but it only excites you more. “A beautiful ass on a beautiful slut,” he coos, spanking you one last time. “This is for your ugly deed, which we'll talk about in the morning, but clearly not now, when we obviously have to finish the job...”

This threat of his didn’t particularly bother you, because it would have been worse if he had stopped your pleasure right now with a reprimand.

His finger caresses your clitoris before plunging into you, slowly moving back and forth, listening to your quiet moans. Leon inserts a second finger, running his fingertips up and down your back, watching you shudder. He presses his hand firmly against your waist, trying to keep you still while he fingers you. You drip onto his fingers, you squeeze, you fuck them to get them deeper, further, “please, Leon, just fuck me,” you beg him.

He couldn't refuse you when you begged him so sweetly. Leon lines up at your entrance, pulling you back onto his cock until he's buried balls deep and his hips are pressed against your ass. You gasp, completely filled by Leon, desperately wanting to cum on him. He grabs your hips, pulls you toward him, setting a fast pace, his finger dropping to rub circles on your clit. With a moan, you fall forward, arching your back so Leon can fuck you even deeper.

Your face is buried in the leather sofa, muffling your loud voice. Your wetness drips onto his fingers, he presses his head against your back, trying to keep his fingers on your clitoris while you tremble and beg for an orgasm, "Please, Leon, please make me come, please,“ you whimper, your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, you're so close you can almost taste it, ”please, please, please."

Your body is tense, about to burst, when Leon bites your shoulder. It pushes you over the edge. Warmth spreads through your body as you clench and shudder on his cock. Your pussy is so tight that he can't move. You moan as you fall backward, and the tension in your body is released in long waves. “Fuck,” he pulls out, and you shudder as you feel his hot cum spread across your back. He pulls away from you to look at what he's done to you; your ass is covered with red handprints, a red bite mark on your shoulder, and cum pooling on your lower back. You don't move, feeling the alcohol drain from your body and mind. Now you were tired in his arms as he carried you to the shower.

“Who's my dirty little girl, huh?” he asked, teasing you with his tongue and body while you leaned over his hips, arching your back. He made you see stars with his long, thick fingers, and you bit your already swollen lower lip until it almost bled. It felt like a new wave of ecstasy washing over your body as you felt so close. You were ready to come right here and now, getting louder and faster with every passing minute.

He asked you now without a hint of pity, as if he didn't feel sorry for his girl, who whined and whimpered just to cum on his fingers! He thought it was cute, cute to watch your usual pleas turn into tearful, pitiful ones. Cute when the room was filled with your beautiful moans, echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Cute when saliva dripped from the corner of your lips, like the most desperate girl you are now.

His fingers pick up the pace, pushing them deeper into you to hear your answer amidst your pleas, “аre you going to answer me or will you continue to be a wet mess on my lap?”

“I... ngggh... I'm your dirty little girl,” you replied breathlessly, feeling your pussy begin to clench, your walls spasming around his knuckles as they moved vigorously inside you. You revelled in it, wanting more, wanting it finally, but he stopped again; you whined pitifully from the emptiness inside your pussy, it hurt. He always stopped as soon as he felt you approaching that moment when you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your eardrums, feel your thighs tense until they turned to jelly.

“Leo-o-on, please, I want to cum,” you whined, exasperated and tinged with frustration. He enjoyed playing this game with you, and you didn't. But it was much easier for him to gain the advantage and make you lose, given how well he knew your body; knowing every breath and the pressure of your clenching. He knew when you were close to climax, and when he felt it, he would soon pull his fingers out with that loud, squelching sound from your pussy. Leon couldn't help but smirk, stroking his dirty fingers down your back as you, sensitive and aroused, begged for release. It was so childish.

“Leon, please... aah!” your words were cut off when you felt his fingers slide down your throat; you knew there would be bruises in the morning.

“No, no, my dear,” he clicked his tongue and looked up at you, his hands still wrapped around your throat, his eyes meeting yours. “you will cum when I say so, understood?”

“Y-yes… but… but… please, baby… I just want to cum… I can’t take it anymore,” you moaned, “you’ve been doing this forever… please…”

“I just want to finish, please... you make me feel so good,” and your plea melted his heart. He gave in to you, his fingers beginning to work their way back into your aching hole, forcing you to lift your legs, your fingers gripping the sheets and blankets as he pushed them deeper, making you gasp sharply as your tight cunt sucked them in even harder.

“You're a real slut who'll do anything for an orgasm,” he breathed with a grin, watching your writhing body lie comfortably on his hips, his fingers penetrating deeper and deeper into the wet, sticky walls of your sensitive pussy. And you moan, feeling your throat already hoarse from the shoulder and moans.

Already sensing you were close to orgasm, Leon smirked, his hand moving frantically toward your G-spot, causing you to moan like an angel. He was tempted to pull out when he felt your tight walls clench around his fingers, but he never breaks promises to his beloved girl, who was sweetly begging for her orgasm.

He sped up his movements, continuing to hold you by the throat, feeling the vibrations emanating from your sensual moans, until he felt your pure, flowing streams of arousal coating his fingers, accompanied by your feverish exhalations. You finally came so happily that you couldn't believe you did it.

“What a good girl,” he praises you, his voice catching as you gasp, “i think you could use a warm bubble bath, hmm?”

“Yes, please”

Insomnia.

The pillow beneath his head was damp with sweat pouring generously from his forehead and the back of his neck. It was hot, and Leon felt like he was about to melt like chocolate right there in bed. His hair stuck unpleasantly to his forehead, sweat dripping in puddles, as if he were literally melting, unlike you, sleeping sweetly next to him, having thrown the blanket off your body. Apparently, you were hot too. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus, trying to focus on anything other than your presence next to him.

And something as simple as your deep breathing distracted him. The way your chest slowly rose and fell as you turned on your side. His mind went blank, and his mouth went dry. He shifted slightly and hissed when his hardening cock touched the sweat-damp fabric of his boxers. He vaguely remembered a dream, a thought—something that had definitely stuck in his mind. Leaving him craving. Craving you. Right in the middle of the night.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he waited. He waited for your body, stretched out on the sheet, to reveal itself to him—slowly, gradually. The pale moonlight, softly streaming from under the curtains, touched your body with the reverence he desired. He wanted to touch you, not wanting to disturb your precious sleep. But would his gaze on your body prevent you from sleeping as deeply?

His gaze slid over your face; you looked so calm and peaceful now, like an angel. His eyes drifted down the proud line of your neck to your collarbones, to the low collar of your pajama top, pressing against your soft skin. So low that he could easily imagine pulling it up to the hem and pulling it up high enough to expose your warm breasts to his gaze. I can't lie that he did just that: carefully, making sure you didn't wake up.

“Mmm?” you murmured, slowly turning toward him as his thumb touched your soft nipple. Pink. Warm. Familiar. He felt the weight of your breast in his hand. Holding his breath, he took your soft, limp hand in his and pressed it against the growing hardness between his legs, pushing his hips toward your palm. You sighed, shifting slightly, your fingers tightening slightly around his thick cock, “oh.”

“Shh, sweetheart, sleep, sleep...” he coos softly to lull you back to sleep. He wanted you to take care of him, and you did, as you always did; your mind knew exactly what he needed before he even had time to imagine it or mention it. You read his thoughts, and he read yours. He had never had this before; no one had ever truly cared for him. Sincerely and lovingly. You always knew when he needed a hug; it had been a long time since anyone had hugged him so sensually, and not just hugged him.

Leon Scott Kennedy is one of America's most highly skilled and experienced government agents. He has seen a lot of shit in his nearly forty years, saving lives every day. But he only recently found his family. On the surface, he seems like a tough guy who only wants a vacation and a bottle of whiskey. But you saw the embarrassment in his eyes as he shifted from foot to foot, waiting for you to open your home to him for the first time. And that bouquet of flowers he awkwardly held behind his back. He was trying to be romantic then. Now it's the same thing.

He tried not to draw your attention right away; it took time to realize that you were his one and only. You are the most important person in his unhappy life, which you made happy.

Your thumb touched the tip of his penis, feeling the wet drop of pre-ejaculate that had appeared and stained the front of his underwear. “Oh, it seems I really need you...” Your voice, hoarse from sleep, was barely audible, still on the verge of sleep.

He turned his head to bury his face in the pillow next to his head when he involuntarily opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the soft fabric, and a moan escaped his throat as he thrust his hips up into your fingers again. He caught a glimpse of your other hand moving down, lifting the short hem of his pajama shirt. Exposing your bare flesh, tempting him to look at you a little longer, to take you and never let you go.

With the back of your hand, you gently stroked his bare stomach, down to the waistband of his boxer shorts, pushing them down with your knuckles before they fell limply onto the soft, crisp cotton of the sheets. Your breathing slowed again, and he saw your lips part in a short sigh, your jaw twitch before it relaxed. And you dozed off, closing your eyes.

Leon gasped convulsively, his gaze sweeping over every inch of your naked body, glistening in the moonlight streaming through the window. Your pajamas were gathered at your stomach, your breasts still visible. You waited for Leon to touch you again. Even in your sleep. And suddenly he froze, overwhelmed by thoughts: thoughts of taking what he needed, just as you had offered him. Of using you. Of allowing himself to sink into your soothing warmth, even if you yourself could not enjoy it. But you... you would have to.

So he groaned and pulled the wet fabric off his thighs. He squeezed his cock lightly in his fist, barely jerking off, staring at your body spread out before him. Not wanting to ruin everything before plunging into your vagina. He knew he wouldn't last long. In fact, he never did. And for some reason, you liked that about him. His inability to resist enjoying you completely.

As if you had read his thoughts, you spread your legs wider. Again he stared at your soft thighs. Pale due to moonlight. Your pussy beckoned him, wanted him. A quiet groan escaped his throat as Leon hovered over you. He pressed his whole body against you, his muscles tense. He arched, ready to plunge into you with one thrust, ready to be engulfed in the soft warmth of your body.

Someone's hand rested on his lower back, pulling him closer to their warmth, and you mumbled something. Your voice was hoarse from sleep—he could barely hear it as the pleasure of being fully inside you consumed him. You moaned softly beneath him, your hand stroking the damp hair at the nape of his neck, your eyes closed. He felt your light breath against his chin, your bare thighs entwined with his. The warmth of your body completely enveloped him.

You dreamt he was taking you, making love to you, your legs parting wider for his neck. The thought brought a smirk to his face; it was rather silly and sweet!

And if Leon moved even an inch, he would know that he was practically dead in the water. That he would be lost in the soft, damp warmth surrounding him. But maybe that was the point. To use you quickly. You were muttering some nonsense to him, but he tried to listen; apart from sighs, he heard nothing.

And then, he gently buried his nose in the warm, sweat-dampened skin of your body, and he quickly lowered his hips, thrusting into you wildly beneath him. And after just a few thrusts, Leon felt pleasure rise up his spine, opening his mouth in a silent moan. It made him gasp, breathing quickly and shallowly. Your breathing beneath him was still slow and calm, as if it had barely woken you. The only sign that something was wrong was how you gasped when he went deeper. Their skin touched with every powerful thrust and the characteristic slap of skin against skin.

A moan escaped his throat as pleasure peaked. A shiver ran through his entire body as he entered deeply, as deeply as physically possible, spilling out, completely filling you. The sounds of their union were obscene, and as soon as the tremors subsided, he could do nothing but slide helplessly and wearily onto you.

But Leon still groaned with embarrassment. He usually lasted much longer, but there was something about this situation that brought him to his knees. Completely baffled, he tried to slip out of your pussy, which completely enveloped his engorged cock, but was pulled back in. You whisper softly, “Mmm, stay inside me a little longer...”

Your hot pussy lulled him, quenching his bliss, your hand embraced him while he remained inside you, your hand soothingly stroking his back. Gently, even when his cock hardened again, holding back the cum he had pumped into you from spilling out onto the blanket and sheet. Still, he had to pull his cock out of you and press your tired body against his. He wanted to kiss you, wish you sweet dreams, but it seemed that he had already kept you awake all night because of his insomnia.

Your whole body is burning, from your chest to your fingertips and toes. You feel the urge to undress, to take off all your clothes, to somehow cool down from this somewhat unpleasant sensation. You look at Leon with a lustful gaze. You are boiling with desire, with sexual tension in your body. He gave you an aphrodisiac, and you honestly expected the effect to be more gradual.

You barely remember his words, “It's not too strong, you'll get aroused slowly, well, at least that's what it says on the package,” he mutters, reading the recommendations. You know he'll be there with you; you wanted to experience this yourself. How much time was spent begging him to try the aphrodisiac, since it's your first time. You take a few sips of the aphrodisiac. At first, nothing happened, and you relaxed for a moment, thinking that it really wasn't too strong. Before you have a chance to say anything to him, your face flushes bright red, and sweat beads on your forehead. Your breathing becomes ragged. Quickly noticing your behavior, he turns his attention to you, “damn, should we have tried something new? Now everything is going wrong!”

But now he was also under the influence of an aphrodisiac, just like you, because seeing you like that gave him the stupid idea to try it too. He turned a blind eye to the fact that he doesn't like such things, something new in his sex life, but he wouldn't say that it's insanely uncomfortable, but definitely unusual, before this feeling turns into lust. That's when all the fun begins.

Now you cup his face with your hands and pull him toward you for a deep kiss. You push both of you onto the bed, lie on top of him, straddling his waist. Your hands are on either side of his face. You see a blush spreading across his face. As you shift, you feel his cock harden against your stomach. Your gaze drops for a moment, your eyebrows furrow; a knot tightens inside you. It's unpleasant, hungry, insatiable. Leon grins foolishly at you, his warm hands moving up your arms, then beginning to unbutton your shirt.

Your shirt opens, revealing your breasts to him. You sit down, deliberately pressing yourself against him, and he moans softly. With one hand, he caresses your breast, rolling your nipple under his thumb. He takes your other breast in his mouth. Leon nibbles on the mound, leaving pinkish-red marks around your breast. He blows on your nipple to calm you down, but it brings no relief. You pull his hair, and he obeys, devouring your nipple with his mouth. He alternates between gentle nibbling with his teeth and tender sucking. He tilts his head to change the angle, and you moan as your nipple twitches against his lips.

Unable to bear it any longer, you push him away and shove him onto the bed. He looks at you, stunned and confused. Desire still melts in his golden gaze, in his light hair. You slide off the bed and carefully kneel down. You slowly unbutton his pants, trying to “accidentally” brush against his cock. His breathing becomes ragged, and he props himself up on his elbows to see what you're doing. “What are you up to, huh?”

“Guess,” you murmur, pulling down his pants and boxers, squeezing his cock tightly, so tightly that Leon gasps sharply, “ahh...” You slowly run your hand down, then back up again. He twitches in your hand. His head tilts back as his swollen, sensitive cock absorbs the sensation of your hand caressing him up and down. You take out some of your frustration and arousal on his cock. When you reach the tip, you squeeze him a little harder, just to make him listen to your caresses.

His breathing becomes increasingly ragged. But he hasn't taken his eyes off you for a long time. You touch his cock with your lips, and as your hand slides down, your lips follow, engulfing it. Reaching the tip of his cock, you take a little more of it into your mouth.

Leon gasps at this new sensation, his head throws back, and he looks at you, shocked. You've given him blowjobs before, of course, but in this setting, it feels different. A lazy smile spreads across his face. He is aroused, surprised, and impressed by you. He squeezes your ass as he feels your mouth slide up and down his cock, sucking the tip just as he sucked your nipples.

He tries his best not to rub against your mouth. He soaks up the sensation of your wet, velvety mouth. You start gently, uncertainly, but as soon as you hear his moans and ragged breathing escaping from his lips, it encourages you. You move more confidently along his cock, holding it bravely in your hand, your other hand resting on his thigh. You press your tongue against the base of his cock and circle the tip with it when you reach it, trying to increase the pressure slightly when you return to it. Leon sighs and gives himself completely to your attention. He begins to gently push his hips, moving closer to your throat.

Your hand slides down his thigh and across his pelvis, cupping his testicles. You hear him sigh sharply as you gently squeeze his balls. You begin to stroke them and play with them softly. You release his cock from your lips with a soft pop over the head, exhaling a stream of gentle air onto his cock before looking down. A trail of saliva between his head and your lips. You lower your gaze and languidly, lazily run your tongue over his balls, up his cock, and back over the head, eagerly enjoying him, encouraged by the accelerating rhythm of his hips.

You've lost track of time and now you're just letting him fuck your throat. Before losing his composure, Leon pushes you off his cock, still retaining a little control over himself, to pull your lips off his cock, “Don't rush, we have all night ahead of us.”

His breathing was heavy and deep, just like yours. He looks at you kneeling there for a moment before standing up. Your knees buckle as you stand topless in front of him. He slides to the edge and begins to tug at your skirt, taking your breast into his mouth again. The skirt falls to your ankles and he runs his thumb over the fabric, sending a shiver down your spine.

He fiddles around there, then puts his hands on your hips and pulls down your underwear, letting it fall onto the bed sheets. He pulls you by the hand, pushing you onto your stomach. Then he pulls you by the hips, bringing you to your knees. You barely have time to prepare yourself before Leon slowly enters you. This new sensation seems deeper than usual.

You feel him filling you completely, arching your back as you press against him. He hisses, not expecting your sudden movement. He pulls out of you before thrusting deep inside you. You repeat the same thing, responding to his thrusts, retreating into him. Leon begins to pick up the pace, gaining speed as you try to match his thrusts, but rubbing your ass against his cock. He thrusts into you at a desperate speed, both of you breathing heavily and unevenly.

One hand holds you by the hips, the other slips between your legs and starts playing with your clitoris. You cry out for him, loving the fact that he's not hurting you, but rough enough to satisfy the overwhelming desire that has taken hold of you both this evening. Leon continues to fuck your pussy, and you continue to moan and sigh, riding his finger as it rubs your clit.

You both allow all the disappointment caused by this aphrodisiac to take precedence over rational thinking. What you two are doing to each other can hardly be called lovemaking. You squeeze your walls tightly around him, hoping it will help arouse him, and it does. He lets go of your thigh and presses his tense chest against your back.

His hand squeezes yours from above, while the other continues to rub your clit. He thrusts deliberately into your pussy. His breath tangles in your hair above your ear. He continues to enter you, arching over you. You continue to wiggle your hips, pressing against his pelvis, and squeeze your pussy with each thrust. He fucks you with such fervor that you start seeing stars again. You scream when he runs his tongue down your neck. Your hips wiggle desperately and rub against each other until you finally feel the orgasm rolling over your body. It starts inside you, where Leon is fucking you, then fills you to the top of your head, making you dizzy. Your breasts collapse onto the pillow and your hips go limp.

Leon rubs himself furiously against you, desperately seeking his own orgasm. You moan as your naked pussy is tormented, but you like how he craves you. His thighs burn as he thrusts desperately into you. The pressure inside him builds, culminating in his cock, and he thrusts into you, following that feeling. It continues to build, to burst out, to itch. He moves his hips desperately before finally crying out and exhaling your name in a deep breath, finally reaching orgasm.

He falls on top of you, then rolls off and gently embraces you. The heat that has been tormenting you both finally begins to subside. You both lie there, trying to catch your breath. You move closer, pressing yourself against Leon's broad chest. He hugs you. You feel his forehead fall onto the curve of your neck and feel the vibration of his quiet laughter, “That was a fun experiment, wasn't it?”

“Of course, but I won't be accepting any more.”

“Hmm...” he murmurs, “I liked it. It was quite interesting to experience something like that once.”

You were in your last trimester of pregnancy with your child, expecting a daughter. This was the moment when you were more than unhappy with your pregnancy. Leon supported you, even though the government often sent him on missions, forcing him to leave you alone. Fortunately, you were always in touch, and he can't wait to meet his sweet little girl face to face! He is the happiest father-to-be.

You were standing in front of a large mirror near the dressing table, wearing a silk robe loosely draped over your shoulders. Through the opening, you could see your rounded belly, your tight, stretched skin, your breasts filled with milk. Your wedding ring was in its case, and your fingers were too swollen to wear it comfortably, and Leon smiled to himself.

He considered you beautiful, even captivating. How could he not love those beautiful curves when you were carrying your child? You were a sight for him to behold; he couldn't take his eyes off your body. Yes, he was shamelessly staring at you right now, examining your curves, completely forgetting about the book in his hands as he lay on the bed.

You notice his gaze in the mirror and frown, “you're staring at me again.”

"I know, it's my fault. I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful to me, and now I'm deprived of the opportunity to gaze at you, or what?" He nods and stands up to come up behind you. Then he wraps his arms around your waist and gently lifts you up, relieving the tension in your back. You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Mm, if you could do it continuously, there would be no price for you,” you whisper, allowing yourself to relax in your husband's arms.

He kisses you on the cheek, “you know I would gladly do it if I could, dear. I hate to see you so unhappy.”

He slowly lowers your stomach, and you whimper from the returning discomfort. Compared to the relief, it was now discomfort that you quickly got used to. He lowers his hands to your thighs and begins to gently stroke the thin silk fabric with warm circular movements.

“What else can I do to make things easier for you?”

“Just hold me, please.”

Leon places his warm hands on your belly and smiles. Although for you, their daughter's violent kicks in her mother's womb went from cute to slightly annoying, and then to downright angry, especially early in the morning when you were still trying to sleep, he found these slight movements, kicks, and somersaults simply amazing. He understands your feelings, because anyone would be angry at not being able to find a comfortable sleeping position but he cannot resist his feeling of delight at the movements of your tummy.

“Now relax and let me take care of you. The baby can feel your energy, remember? She's probably upset because her mother is upset,” he laughs sensually, and the sound echoes in his chest.

You sigh deeply and close your eyes before pressing yourself against him. You open your eyes abruptly, “Wait, I'm not too heavy, am I, Leon?”

“No, don't even think about it. If I want to, I'll pick you up and won't let you go until you stop asking me such silly questions.” he continues to gently rock you, holding you in place.

Suddenly, you feel him sigh behind her, his hand digging into her thigh. You don't understand what the problem is until he draws your attention to the mirror. Your gaze darts to the mirror, and you blush when you see drops of moisture gathering around your nipples, staining the silk. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but Leon was still thrilled. After recovering from the initial shock and fear that it was the result of his rough treatment during sex, he grew to love your sensitive breasts during pregnancy. He took it as a challenge—to make you squeal and moan with just his tongue caressing them.

Leon's arms fly up, wrapping around your chest, and he moans. You bite your lower lip from the sensation.

“So soft, full, and heavy,” he gently pinches one of them with his fingers, and you squirm in his arms, moaning softly, “do you want me to take care of that?”

You nod and ask him to do so. He pulls the robe off your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, saying, “you won't need this.”

Leon sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you onto his lap. You spread your legs on his lap for better contact. Leon growls at the sight of your swollen bud and wet folds. It was another thing he really liked after your pregnant belly: on normal days, you were already wet for him, but when you were pregnant, it got even stronger, and the only thing that kept him from spending all day between your legs was his missions and reports. You were especially insatiable at the beginning of your pregnancy, and so was he: the extra hours of sunlight worked wonders for his stamina.

He leans down and blows hot air on one of your nipples, then runs his tongue over it, his saliva creating a cooling effect that makes you freeze. He smirks as he watches your reaction, cooing about how wet you are. Then, before you can respond, he moans and sucks the sensitive tip into his mouth. Your thighs tense as your hands dig into his hair, holding his head.

When Leon first asked if he could taste your milk, you didn't know what to expect or how to respond. You had heard of men tasting their wives' breast milk—after all, it had a number of health benefits, and some were simply curious. Proponents of medicine said it was very beneficial and blah, blah, blah. They can say anything, but the truth is the truth. Breastfeeding often causes pain, or if not pain, then discomfort. But the relief and how much easier you felt almost brought you to tears.

He mumbles about how beautiful and delicious you are—it makes you moan softly. He only pulls away briefly to get closer and pay attention to someone else. You whimper, “stop teasing me.”

He gently nibbles on her firm flesh, cooing, “honey, I love your tits, I can't help myself.”

He made no secret of the fact that this was his favorite part of your body. His finger touches the folds of your skin, and you gasp. He easily inserts two fingers, and his moan merges with hers. Bending his wrist for a deeper angle, he releases her nipple with a lewd slap.

Leon looks you in the eyes, “is this what you wanted?”

You can barely speak, your mind too focused on how good you feel to form a sentence, let alone a sentence, the words refusing to come out of your mouth. He smirks maliciously. He curls his fingers to strike that sensitive spot, and you practically fall forward, clinging to his shoulders for stability, moaning into his neck that you're close.

“Yes, I'm so close!”

With his free hand, he massages one of your breasts, and you moan loudly from the heat emanating from him. You couldn't decide what you liked more: the intense, hard orgasms that made you see stars and scream his name to the heavens, thanking all the spirits and gods for blessing you with such a magnificent lover, or the slow build-up that felt like a dam breaking; it was a really difficult choice. You now understand the advantages of being married to such a magnificent man.

You felt the sensitive walls of your vagina tighten and a slow, weak trickle run down your thigh. You stuttered, breathing quickly and shallowly, “oh,” you moaned softly, “I'm coming.”

Leon smiles, running his hand down your back, “i know. Let it out. It's okay. I've got you.”

His fingers slowly stop moving, but he doesn't remove them, allowing you to experience your orgasm until your pussy pushes them out with a squelch. He looks down, lifts your head, and sees your misty eyes, “are you okay, Mom?”

The muffled music of the club reaches Leon's ears along with the sounds of smacking and sucking coming from your lips. Leon was sitting on the edge of the sink in the bathroom, and you were kneeling between his legs, sucking his pussy, sucking your best friend's pussy.

He doesn't know how he got here; he clearly remembers the table filled with whiskey glasses and your laughter, so why is he here? He can't be sure with his memory blurred by alcohol. But now is not the time to speculate in search of answers, because he doesn't care, he's too busy trying to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his moans, which have probably already made a lot of noise.

Let's be honest, he looks like a cheap whore trying to muffle himself as his hand drops to your hair. His fingers run through it, feeling your tongue teasing him and running over his wet folds. Hoarse moans escape his lips because of your fingers on his thick thighs, your firm grip making him whimper into his palm.

He rolls his eyes back in pleasure and pushes his hips toward your head, wanting more of the sensation of your tongue sliding across his wet slit, feeling the tip of your nose touch his swollen clit before you lower your tongue to his entrance, sliding the tip of your tongue into his hot pussy, making him arch his back.

He dizzies with intoxication, everything is blurring before his eyes. He is degrading under your mouth, which can only moan. What a pathetic old man he is...

He mumbles something incoherent to you, more like drunken gibberish, which you can't make out because of his hand over his own lips. You don't care about that right now. You're enjoying his moans and your dizziness, you don't realize what's causing it—his pussy or the whiskey.

You grab his hips, pull him down, and press your lips against his pussy. Your teeth threaten to dig into his aching clit as you rock your head against his pussy. He moans and squeals beneath you as you press your lips against his sensitive little clit.

You suck, spit, and lick his pussy, plunging him into absolute bliss. He cums from the hot touch of your tongue, spraying his sweet juices on your face. You bury your face even deeper.

His legs dangle off the table, his calves numb, his fingers desperately trying to grip the smooth material of the sink. Your tongue penetrates his lovely hole, dripping with his lubrication and your saliva. You fuck him with your tongue again, enjoying his cries and his attempts to press himself against your face again.

You breathe hotly into his pussy, your knees aching from the cold bathroom tiles. He wriggles his hips, pressing closer to your face, wanting more without words. He whines and squirms under your tongue, his legs trembling.

He cums again, his clit throbbing, his pussy squeezing your tongue. He cums again, cums on your chin, whining and moaning. You croak hoarsely about what a good boy he is, how well he did. And he just gives you a blank stare, still reeling from his orgasms.

You're a mess, your body covered in sticky cum, while Leon thrusts into you for the umpteenth time while your parents are away on vacation. You don't care right now where your clothes are; it felt like they were already gone as soon as Leon let you into his house.

All your foggy mind can register is that you're on all fours on the creaky mattress of his bed, legs spread wide. He presses his chest against your back as his cock thrusts in and out of you frantically.

“Good girl. Take me all in, baby”, his voice is tense and quiet, his hand caresses your breast, then slides down, circling your aching clitoris. He kisses your shoulders. “you take me so well, mmm.”

You are definitely crazy about Leon, and you don't even deny it. Leon constantly fed your thirsty pussy with his cum, and now your pussy constantly aches from emptiness; you need his cock more desperately than ever before. You've never been so happy with a man before, you'll never be lonely again. You have Leon now!

He is all your dirty dreams crumpled into one lustful heap, embodied in reality in one stunning, magnificent man. Not a single night has passed without you thinking about him; you don't even notice how you fidget around him. You think he's so experienced, so strong... He'll protect you. He'll always protect you, his friend's daughter. You ponder, you fantasize some more...

A beautiful picture pops into your head, where you and Leon are married and baking chocolate chip cookies together. Mhmm, yummy! You squeeze the pastry bag, forming something resembling cookies on parchment paper. Leon, with a cheek smeared with flour, helps you, standing behind you and guiding you. A pleasant program is playing in the background, like a movie, but neither of you cares about it.

“Honey, we're doing so well. We're doing great! We're already on the home stretch, ready to enjoy some crispy cookies,” you hear Leon's voice behind you and smile. The dough ran out quickly, and you successfully completed this mission. “that's it. All that's left is to make sure they don't turn into charcoal. Can you handle it, gorgeous?”

You leave the empty, dough-stained pastry bag on the table as he kisses your neck and sucks on your neck. His fingers slide into your shorts and then into your panties. His fingers gently penetrate your sticky but empty hole. You whimper and press your back against his chest, spreading your legs for him.

“Just as I thought”, he whispers hoarsely. “you surprise me every time with how insatiable your pussy is for me, no matter where or when. Every time I have to fill you up...”

“But you'll help me, Daddy? Help me get filled with your cum?” you moan with overwhelming passion.

“Well, how could I leave my girl unsatisfied? My conscience won't allow me to leave you needing me,” he smirks and increases the pace of his fingers inside you, coaxing more whimpers from your lips. Your hips press against his tight athletic pants in the groin area, feeling his cock rubbing against your ass through your clothes. “Baby, you have to cum if you want me to fill you up.”

His free hand cupped your breast, massaging it. You cum on his fingers, your walls desperately squeezing his knuckles, literally crying and begging to be filled. He continues to caress you and praise you for being such a good girl while you cum. He couldn't help but be proud of you when you were so obedient to him and did everything for his cock. Isn't that every man's dream?

His words about you being his and only his girl make you whimper and agree, nodding your head. You will always be his, all his. You breathe heavily and squeal in surprise when he turns you to face him and sits you down on the table, which is dirty with flour and other baking ingredients. He takes off your shorts and panties, and then your legs wrap around his waist.

He covers your mouth with a wet, deep kiss, slowly sliding his cock inside you. You moan with pleasure as you feel him fill your pussy with his cock and your mouth with his tongue. It's heaven! Leon moves slowly inside you, having to stretch you a little to fit himself inside. You moan wildly beneath him, enjoying every second of his touch and every word. You pull his head toward yours to kiss him on the lips again.

He picks up the pace and thrusts into you quickly. Your pussy drips with juices as you squeeze tightly around his cock, begging for his cum. Your eyes roll back as you start to orgasm again. Leon loses his rhythm and fucks you hard and fast until you climax. With a groan, he thrusts deep inside you and cums violently, spilling himself and filling you generously...

It seems like you're lost in your fantasies, forgetting about reality. A hot sensation down below knocks you out of your thoughts. You're overflowing; Leon's hot cum starts to leak out of his softening cock. You can barely hear his muffled voice, distant from you, even though Leon is behind you.

You collapsed onto the mattress and exhaled, too exhausted to even lift yourself up on your elbows. You're definitely going to need some rest after fantasies like that during sex.

“Hey, are you okay, baby? I think you've had enough sex for today”, he laughs sensually and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy. His thick cum begins to slowly leak out of your overflowing hole and down your thighs. “but it's okay, you need a break, just like me... Lie down next to me while I wipe this mess off your body...”

You tied the knot tightly on the blindfold and waved your hand in front of his face to make sure he couldn't see anything, “are you ready, Leon?”

“Yes, ma'am, I'm ready for you.”

His naked body trembled, either from the draft in the bedroom or from your touch on his cock. Your fist slid up and down his cock, causing him to grit his teeth to keep from whimpering. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek while continuing to masturbate him.

You whispered in his ear what a good boy he was, and he couldn't deny that he liked it when Mommy praised him. It always turned him on when you praised him, even outside of bed. For example, for a delicious dinner or for his success at the police academy, he loved to receive tender kisses on the lips. He really was a good boy.

On ordinary days, you are his beloved partner, and he never thought about submitting to anyone before. He believed that this was for perverts who were willing to do anything to try something new in bed. He didn't even notice how he became one of them.

He is now begging you to continue kissing him, to make him come. Leon didn't care how lustful and pathetic he sounded, calling you Mistress and Mommy.

“Do you want Mommy to make you cum, to give you a big, big kiss?”, you teased him, giving him well-deserved kisses on his neck. “do you want Mommy to fuck you with her pussy?”

His legs trembled and a quiet moan escaped his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he needed something as badly as he needed you right now, “Mistress, please...”

You straddled his hips, rubbing your pussy against the head of his cock, “you want to cum, huh?”

“Aha, please. Please, I need to cum, Mommy...”

“My boy needs to cum, right? Poor thing.”

You smiled and continued to tease his cock, sliding your pussy along his throbbing shaft, wrapping your entrance around the head and lowering yourself onto him. You began to bounce up and down on him, leaned forward and touched his neck with your lips, biting his skin and bringing your lips closer to his mouth, eliciting more and more hoarse moans with your kisses. His hips thrust upward toward you.

“That's it, you're done, right?” you muttered to him, slowing down your movements. Leon whimpered, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

“P-please...”

“Ask for it, Leon, come on, beg me...”

“P-please, Madam… Please let me finish… May I fill you up, please?”

You smiled and stroked the edge of his blindfold, kissing his hot cheeks. He whimpered as you continued to ride him, using his cock for your own pleasure. He whimpered, trying to reach you, but his wrists were tied. He wanted to touch you, wanted to give you pleasure.

“That's it, honey, do you want to cum?”

“Y-yes, please...” he draws out the word when you give him a particularly hard push.

“Beg me,” you commanded him, “beg me to let you come.”

“P-please, Mistress... Please let me come inside you, please... Please, Mistress, if I can't see you, please let me fill you up...”

You grinned when he ran his hand over the bandage, “Okay, cum, fill me up, Leon.”

You whispered in his ear, and he moaned in gratitude. You bounced a few more times and lowered yourself onto his cock, and he began to cum, filling you up.

You smiled as you pulled away, your vagina flooded with his semen. He tried to turn his face to see through the blindfold, but you came up behind him and started playing with his nipples. He opened his mouth in surprise, whimpering and moaning as you pinched his sensitive skin and nibbled his neck.

“P-please... M-mommy, please... Please, Mistress...”

“Good job begging me. You want to keep begging, you want me to fuck you, right?”

“Y-yes…”

“Good”

Leon felt the warmth of your hands disappear from his body, causing him to whimper softly. He wanted to remove the blindfold, but even shaking his head didn't help. Well, it helped a little, but not enough to see anything. It was honestly uncomfortable, although it did turn him on.

He heard the floorboards creak; you had moved away, but not far, you were still in the room with him. Leon couldn't hear much, but he was sure you had opened the closet. A couple of minutes later, you helped him up onto the bed, tied his hands behind his back, and slapped his firm butt several times before lubricating his ass with cold lubricant. The lubricant seemed to burn his heated skin.

“Ready, handsome?” you asked him, putting the strap-on on your hips.

“Yes, ma'am.”

You pressed the tip of the strap-on against his ass and began to slide inside. He writhed until you found your rhythm. You began to thrust deeply and powerfully. He moaned, calling out to her. The blindfold began to slip slowly as he pressed his face against the bed; clearly, the knot was weak since it had lasted so little time.

You noticed the failure and pulled it over his eyes again. He groaned, but you wanted him to be blindfolded, to remain blind.

“Fuck…” Leon whimpered when you spat on his hole, using your saliva as lubricant.

“That's right, handsome, cry for me.”

“Do you want Mommy to fuck you until you cum again?”

“Yes, please!”

You put your knee on the bed to make it easier to fill his ass. Leon rolled his eyes when you made him kneel. You started jerking him off, rubbing slowly while fucking him at the same time. You pulled out just the tip of the strap-on before thrusting it deep inside, hitting his prostate.

“P-please... Mommy, please!”

“You need to cum, don't you?” you asked, quickening the pace of your hand on his throbbing cock. “do you want to cum for me?”

“Yes! Please... Please...”

You laughed, continuing to thrust deeply and powerfully into him, “Hmm, maybe I should let you come? What do you think?”

“Please... Please, Mistress... Please, Mommy. Please, can I cum for you?”

You slapped his already reddened buttocks several times. You thrust slowly and deeply, kissing his prostate with the strap-on.

“Come on, handsome, come for Mommy”, Leon moaned when he was allowed to come, and his semen covered the bed beneath him. It stained the bedsheets and his stomach. “good boy, that's my good boy.”

You exhaled and pulled the strap-on out of him before tossing it aside. You lay down next to Leon and kissed him on the forehead, reaching for his blindfold to see his eyes.

“What shall we try next time, hmm?”

The nighttime silence was broken only by the distant sound of raindrops hitting the windows. The infirmary was dimly lit, and the medicinal smell of pills filled the room, which surprisingly relaxed Leon.

He rubs his nose and closes his eyes, feeling only fatigue and pain. He is tired of missions; he is fed up with this job. Maybe this job used to bring him joy, but definitely not now. The only consolation he finds is in a lonely bottle of Jack Daniels in the bar.

He sank, sank so deep into his troubles that he stopped breathing. A life full of promise and hope was left behind. Now only the remnants of that joy remained with him. That past was now an incomprehensible achievement.

How difficult will it be to disappear?

But his thoughts are interrupted by several knocks and the door opening; it was you. Still young, untouched by the horrors of this world. Still with bright eyes and a confident gait, with a gentle but appropriately strict character. Still charming and attractive.

You were his nurse.

“Hello. Any complaints today, Mr. Kennedy?” you looked up from his medical record, which you held carefully in your palms.

“I told you, Doc: just Leon”, he barked, before sighing heavily, realizing how rude he sounded. “sorry. It's been a rough day. As for complaints... my wounds are acting up again. Deep ones..”

At first, he resisted this fact and didn't come to you for checkups but now he runs to you like a good boy for bandaging after every mission. He doesn't want to admit it, but he doesn't want to be a thorn in your side. But it's your job to help people.

Leon wants to deny the fact that he has grown attached to you over the past year. He has regained his faith in people, his desire to live a little longer, and he has found a ray of sunshine, and that ray is you. He cannot count on his fingers how many times you have helped him out. He owes you for life.

“Please show me the wound, Leon, so I can know what to do with you: bandages or stitches.”

He lifted his bloodstained shirt and covered his eyes from the pain, biting his tongue to keep from whimpering. The flickering light made his skin look even more wounded, with dried blood and dirt visible around the edges of the wound. The injury was serious but not fatal; the scar would definitely remain.

A pleasant silence hung between you, one that was familiar. You acted on autopilot, fetching gauze and antiseptic to clean the wound. Leon hissed through his teeth when the antiseptic took effect, “do you treat all your patients with such care?”

“Yes. You're not my only patient.” you chuckled at his slightly ridiculous question. Is he really thinking about that right now? You shook your head and reached for a clean needle while he caught his breath as if he had just finished a marathon.

“I need to stitch this up, so it's going to hurt. Ready?”

“Um, well, I guess so. I've seen worse, Doc, and you're scaring me with a harmless needle.”

His skin twitched and his muscles tensed as the needle pierced his torn skin. Okay, he admits it hurts.

Hot blood trickled down in a small stream and was absorbed into the gauze. He sighed, and his pulse quickened. His eyes glazed over with pain or alcohol, but his vision blurred.

“Just don't move, Leon.” you speak firmly, your tone belying your gentle touches.

He hardly moved, only trembled when the needle pierced his skin again. He tried to breathe deeply, to forget the distant aching pain. But a quiet moan escaped from his chest, like the sound of pain.

Your fingers hovered over his wound for just a second before you continued to guide the needle. But you felt the heat emanating from him. You tried not to pay attention to it and continued with your work until you felt his gaze on you. From under his eyelids, his heavy gaze.

“What's happened?” you asked him, looking at him for an answer. Your eyes met.

“Mm. Nothing. Sorry, Doc.”

Your hand flew up to his chin, while your free hand held another piece of clean gauze soaked in antiseptic. It was gentle. Your hands gently framed his chin, and it felt like minutes rather than seconds had passed. Compared to his calloused hands, yours looked perfect and neat.

He had to tilt his head back slightly so you could treat the scratch on his face. He hissed softly when the antiseptic burned his wounded skin again.

Too close. Although it's still not close enough.

You carefully changed the gauze on the scratch on his lower lip. You tried not to pay attention to the pulsing blood as his lips parted in a silent moan. You could feel his body responding to your touch.

His eyelids fluttered when your fingers released his chin and you pulled away. He was covered in bruises and contusions, but they would fade away. You believed that, and you hoped he did too.

His body slumped under the weight of pain and fatigue on the examination couch, and he shifted to sit up straight. As he did so, his hips accidentally brushed against yours.

The air between you thickened, became heavy. You were so close that he could feel your breath, that you could see the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. You could smell the whiskey and coffee coming from him, you saw his lips part slightly as if he wanted to say something.

You were both hanging there, and you felt a magnetic pull toward him. But that's not right, is it? He's your patient. But your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when his lips were so close to yours. You were sure that right now you could easily be tasted.

You kissed. Slowly and sensually, so as not to hurt the still-fresh wound on his lip. The moment was sensual, even too much so. How long had you been holding back your feelings for each other? How long had you both been hiding it? Anyway, he stole your sighs; how cheeky!

He stroked your back and his warm hand moved up to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. He was now enjoying the taste of your lips; this was what he wanted. He hoped deep down that you wouldn't be angry with him for this stupid thing he had done. You're not angry, are you?

Finally, he released your lips, allowing you to sigh and catch your breath. His eyes involuntarily lingered on the strand of saliva that connected your lips as it broke. Hot.

A few more sighs and now you've kissed him. You admitted that he had turned your head throughout your long acquaintance. He used to flirt with you, but you rejected him. And now? And now he towers over you and undresses you.

You lie beneath him on the examination chair, his fingers undoing the buttons of your medical gown while you continue to kiss him. You don't remember how it happened. There have always been boundaries between you. You thought you were a good nurse who knew that there should be no romantic relationships with patients. But it seems that's not the case.

You are now gasping for air and eagerly gasping for breath as he runs his lips over your skin—from your neck and down to the waistband of your straight skirt. You don't even notice how you are whimpering his name as he kisses your thighs.

“Hey”, he calls your name and looks up at your flushed face “if you don't want to, then tell me. I'll stop.”

Your fingers closed around his dark hair, which felt soft to the touch, contrasting with his rough appearance. You sighed, “i'm fine, just keep going, okay?”

There's no need to ask him twice.

His face was so close to your crotch that he could surely feel the warmth. He lifted your skirt, exposing your underwear, and he moved slowly.

You gasp when he spreads the folds of your pubic area with his fingers, changing the position of your legs. The sensation of his cold hands makes you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning, but he notices your every movement, so he quickly switches from his hand to his tongue.

His tongue slid over your folds, making you hug his skull with your thighs as he chased your gasps. His stubble tickled your tender skin, and you let out a hoarse moan.

“You're so sensitive, Doc.” he remarks a little cheekily, to which you clicked your tongue:

“And it's all because of you.”

Your thoughts get lost in your head when he presses his nose against your pubic area, running his tongue over your pussy. He exhales intermittently, giving you a new wave of warmth, and moans softly against your skin.

Your fingers grip his strands of hair, pulling them slightly closer to you, while his fingers have surely already left small bruises on your thighs. You squirm under his skillful movements.

Your orgasm builds quickly, so quickly that you don't feel it until it's already there. Your hand over your lips muffles your hoarse cries. Your hips involuntarily press against his face, as if wanting to prolong the moment just a little longer.

A shiver ran through your body, and you didn't feel his lips pull away from your pussy to take a breath and then return to you. Leon suppresses a moan of pleasure, lets go of your ass, and slides his fingers between your legs, collecting your juices. A transparent thread of your arousal stretches behind him, smearing the back of your thigh.

When you finally came to your senses, he shyly put your underwear back on and adjusted your skirt back onto your hips. You blinked a couple of times, noticing how disheveled and even cute he looked now.

And you noticed that his lip wound had opened up. Once again, you'll have to treat his wound but what can you do?