My Accidental Harem-Chapter 59

She grabbed my dick and started stroking it.

Her eyes, once bright, were now filled with desire as she writhed on the bed.

I moved my hand closer, gently caressing her swollen mons pubis, feeling warmth spread through my palm.

I sat up, lifted her smooth, long legs, and placed them on my shoulders.

Aiming my dick at her entrance, I pushed gently inside as she eagerly met my thrusts.

"You finally came in. I’ve been waiting for you," she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure.

As soon as I entered her, I felt the walls of her pussy enveloping my cock with fervent contractions. I never expected her, being not a virgin, to be so tight.

It seemed like she hadn’t been with many men before!

Feeling proud, I started thrusting harder.

"Call me ’darling’," I said, slowing down my thrusts teasingly as she neared climax.

"No, please, don’t, it’s embarrassing."

She eagerly moved her hips to match my thrusts. "Call me ’darling’, or I pull out." I paused for a second.

"You’re such a tease. Fine, darling!" Blushing, she closed her eyes, her body moving with the rhythm of my thrusts, moaning passionately.

As I felt her body spasm beneath me, she held me tightly, her hot discharge flowing out. The sensitivity of my glans was overwhelming, and I finally couldn’t hold back, reaching climax with her.

I held her tightly and asked. "Did you enjoy that?"

I gently caressed her voluptuous body, kissing her soft lips.

"Yes, that was amazing."

She lay limp beneath me, completely spent. "You almost wore me out! I’ve never felt this good before."

"Next time, I’ll make you feel even better," I said, squeezing her round, smooth breasts.

"Let go, you little rascal."

She gently broke free from my embrace and got up from the bed. "I have a boyfriend! There won’t be a next time between us."

Seeing my reluctant gaze, she softly touched my face, her eyes filled with tenderness. "Can’t we have just this one time? The briefest memories are often the sweetest. We’ve shared this moment, and you should be satisfied."

She slowly got dressed. "You should go now, and I need to find my boyfriend."

I didn’t say anything, got dressed, kissed her, and left.

After leaving school, realizing it was still early, I decided to go find Mirabel.

Arriving at Mirabel’s house, I was surprised to find her father, Gage Cooper, at home.

Gage was fairly handsome, with not very big eyes.

It seemed like the big eyes of Violet and Mirabel were inherited from their mother.

He had a well-maintained figure, standing a head shorter than me, but exuded a strong aura, showing a commanding presence in his every move.

This kind of presence was not easily cultivated without long-term experience in business dealings.

Seeing Mirabel lead me in, Gage nodded kindly towards me.

I stepped forward quickly, politely saying, "Hello, Mr. Cooper! I’m Kevin, a friend of Violet and Mirabel!"

Gage nodded, smiling. "Well! You’ve come at the right time. We’re just about to have dinner. Why don’t you join us?"

With that, he led me to the dining table, where Violet and Mirabel were already seated.

The table was set with a sumptuous meal. Gage sat across from me, giving me the once-over with a casual smile. "Kevin, where do you live?"

"I’m from Emerald," I replied, keeping my head down.

"Emerald, huh?" Gage raised an eyebrow but didn’t say much. "Emerald’s a nice place. Judging by your age, you’re still in school, right?"

Mirabel pouted and playfully interrupted, "Dad, are we going to eat or what? Why all the questions?"

Gage chuckled.

"Yes, I’m still in college," I quickly answered.

Gage waved his hand. "Alright, let’s eat and chat. Kevin, do you drink?"

After a moment of thought, I smiled. "I rarely drink."

Gage nodded. "It’s better for students to drink less."

During the meal, I ate enough to fill my stomach, but Gage hardly touched his food, just kept watching me.

When I was almost done eating and had nothing to do, I glanced at Mirabel.

She was sitting next to me. I pretended to eat with one hand while my other hand quietly moved up her thigh.

Mirabel’s body trembled slightly, but she concealed it well, and no one noticed. Having just taken a shower, Mirabel wasn’t wearing any stockings, making the contact between her thighs and my hand even more intimate.

My hand gently explored her thigh.

Although her thigh wasn’t a particularly sensitive area, the situation—being in her own home, in front of Gage and Violet—made Mirabel extremely nervous, and she almost moaned.

Teasing her under the table, in her own home right in front of Gage and Violet, sent a thrilling jolt of excitement through me.

Mirabel’s thighs were long and shapely, irresistible to touch. My hand glided over the smooth, soft skin of her beautiful legs, savoring every moment.

I gently caressed them, feeling like I was playing with a cherished toy, while my other hand continued to pretend to eat with a fork from the table.

Gradually, I lifted Mirabel’s skirt, slowly moving my hand towards the sensitive area at the root of her thigh.

As I changed the position of my touch, she became more and more tense.

She wanted to pull my hand away, but my grip was too strong for her to break free.

Lifting Mirabel’s skirt, I casually glanced to the side and could clearly see the scenery between her legs.

Mirabel was wearing white lace-edged panties, with hints of dense pubic hair visible.

My other hand on the table, holding the fork, trembled slightly at the sight between Mirabel’s legs, almost dropping the food on the table.

Mirabel forcefully pressed her legs together, preventing my hand from reaching in.

Looking at Mirabel, I saw a pleading look on her face as she gently shook her head at me.

I sighed, withdrew my hand that was misbehaving under the table, and gently wiped the sticky, moist residue on the napkin.

Only then did Mirabel let out a deep breath, quickly adjusted her dress, and tried to calm down.

Although she had already been careful, vaginal discharge uncontrollably leaked out.

She had to tightly clamp her legs together, glaring at me fiercely, then put a large piece of steak on my plate.

[MY DEAR READERS I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU GUYS FOR NOT UPDATING THIS PAST MONTH I KNOW I LET A FEW PEOPLE DOWN, I WAS JUST GOING THROUGH SOME THINGS BUT I WILL BE SURE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS.....]Chapter 61

She grabbed my dick and started stroking it.

Her eyes, once bright, were now filled with desire as she writhed on the bed.

I moved my hand closer, gently caressing her swollen mons pubis, feeling warmth spread through my palm.

I sat up, lifted her smooth, long legs, and placed them on my shoulders.

Aiming my dick at her entrance, I pushed gently inside as she eagerly met my thrusts.

"You finally came in. I’ve been waiting for you," she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure.

As soon as I entered her, I felt the walls of her pussy enveloping my cock with fervent contractions. I never expected her, being not a virgin, to be so tight.

It seemed like she hadn’t been with many men before!

Feeling proud, I started thrusting harder.

"Call me ’darling’," I said, slowing down my thrusts teasingly as she neared climax.

"No, please, don’t, it’s embarrassing."

She eagerly moved her hips to match my thrusts. "Call me ’darling’, or I pull out." I paused for a second.

"You’re such a tease. Fine, darling!" Blushing, she closed her eyes, her body moving with the rhythm of my thrusts, moaning passionately.

As I felt her body spasm beneath me, she held me tightly, her hot discharge flowing out. The sensitivity of my glans was overwhelming, and I finally couldn’t hold back, reaching climax with her.

I held her tightly and asked. "Did you enjoy that?"

I gently caressed her voluptuous body, kissing her soft lips.

"Yes, that was amazing."

She lay limp beneath me, completely spent. "You almost wore me out! I’ve never felt this good before."

"Next time, I’ll make you feel even better," I said, squeezing her round, smooth breasts.

"Let go, you little rascal."

She gently broke free from my embrace and got up from the bed. "I have a boyfriend! There won’t be a next time between us."

Seeing my reluctant gaze, she softly touched my face, her eyes filled with tenderness. "Can’t we have just this one time? The briefest memories are often the sweetest. We’ve shared this moment, and you should be satisfied."

She slowly got dressed. "You should go now, and I need to find my boyfriend."

I didn’t say anything, got dressed, kissed her, and left. freёwebnoѵel.com

After leaving school, realizing it was still early, I decided to go find Mirabel.

Arriving at Mirabel’s house, I was surprised to find her father, Cain Cooper, at home.

Cain was fairly handsome, with not very big eyes.

It seemed like the big eyes of Violet and Mirabel were inherited from their mother.

He had a well-maintained figure, standing a head shorter than me, but exuded a strong aura, showing a commanding presence in his every move.

This kind of presence was not easily cultivated without long-term experience in business dealings.

Seeing Mirabel lead me in, Cain nodded kindly towards me.

I stepped forward quickly, politely saying, "Hello, Mr. Cooper! I’m Kevin, a friend of Violet and Mirabel!"

Cain nodded, smiling. "Well! You’ve come at the right time. We’re just about to have dinner. Why don’t you join us?"

With that, he led me to the dining table, where Violet and Mirabel were already seated.

The table was set with a sumptuous meal. Cain sat across from me, giving me the once-over with a casual smile. "Kevin, where do you live?"

"I’m from Emerald," I replied, keeping my head down.

"Emerald, huh?" Cain raised an eyebrow but didn’t say much. "Emerald’s a nice place. Judging by your age, you’re still in school, right?"

Mirabel pouted and playfully interrupted, "Dad, are we going to eat or what? Why all the questions?"

Cain chuckled.

"Yes, I’m still in college," I quickly answered.

Cain waved his hand. "Alright, let’s eat and chat. Kevin, do you drink?"

After a moment of thought, I smiled. "I rarely drink."

Cain nodded. "It’s better for students to drink less."

During the meal, I ate enough to fill my stomach, but Cain hardly touched his food, just kept watching me.

When I was almost done eating and had nothing to do, I glanced at Mirabel.

She was sitting next to me. I pretended to eat with one hand while my other hand quietly moved up her thigh.

Mirabel’s body trembled slightly, but she concealed it well, and no one noticed. Having just taken a shower, Mirabel wasn’t wearing any stockings, making the contact between her thighs and my hand even more intimate.

My hand gently explored her thigh.

Although her thigh wasn’t a particularly sensitive area, the situation—being in her own home, in front of Cain and Violet—made Mirabel extremely nervous, and she almost moaned.

Teasing her under the table, in her own home right in front of Cain and Violet, sent a thrilling jolt of excitement through me.

Mirabel’s thighs were long and shapely, irresistible to touch. My hand glided over the smooth, soft skin of her beautiful legs, savoring every moment.

I gently caressed them, feeling like I was playing with a cherished toy, while my other hand continued to pretend to eat with a fork from the table.

Gradually, I lifted Mirabel’s skirt, slowly moving my hand towards the sensitive area at the root of her thigh.

As I changed the position of my touch, she became more and more tense.

She wanted to pull my hand away, but my grip was too strong for her to break free.

Lifting Mirabel’s skirt, I casually glanced to the side and could clearly see the scenery between her legs.

Mirabel was wearing white lace-edged panties, with hints of dense pubic hair visible.

My other hand on the table, holding the fork, trembled slightly at the sight between Mirabel’s legs, almost dropping the food on the table.

Mirabel forcefully pressed her legs together, preventing my hand from reaching in.

Looking at Mirabel, I saw a pleading look on her face as she gently shook her head at me.

I sighed, withdrew my hand that was misbehaving under the table, and gently wiped the sticky, moist residue on the napkin.

Only then did Mirabel let out a deep breath, quickly adjusted her dress, and tried to calm down.

Although she had already been careful, vaginal discharge uncontrollably leaked out.

She had to tightly clamp her legs together, glaring at me fiercely, then put a large piece of steak on my plate.

[MY DEAR READERS I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU GUYS FOR NOT UPDATING THIS PAST MONTH I KNOW I LET A FEW PEOPLE DOWN, I WAS JUST GOING THROUGH SOME THINGS BUT I WILL BE SURE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS.....]