Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 560: The “Sleep” Over (Part 2) (R-18)

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: The “Sleep” Over (Part 2) (R-18)

Sylvia leaned forward, her grin curling into something hungrier as her fingers hooked into the waistband of Don’s pajama pants. "Let’s get it out then~"

The fabric slid down, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, already glistening at the tip. Summer’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into her own thighs as she stared.

Sylvia’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips. "Mm~ Look at him, Summer. All hot and twitching because of you." Her hand wrapped around the base, giving a slow, slick stroke that dragged a bead of pre-cum down his length.

Summer gulped, her throat bobbing as she took a hesitant step forward. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, the flushed peaks stiffening further under Don’s hungry gaze.

The air between them grew thicker, hotter—every breath from her parted lips sending a visible shiver through her body.

Sylvia’s fingers tightened around Don’s cock, her thumb smearing the glistening pre-cum down and up his shaft with a slow stroke. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Don’s gaze dragged between them—Summer’s full, bouncing breasts with their stiff pink peaks, Sylvia’s smaller but perky curves.

His cock throbbed, twitching violently as more pre-cum dribbled down the flushed head.

Summer’s fingers trembled before she finally reached out, her soft palm pressing hesitantly against his hot cock.

Summer’s fingers trembled against his cock before she leaned in closer, her full breasts pressing against him as her lips brushed his ear.

Her breath came in quick, warm puffs. "D-Did I really make you hard?" she whispered, voice trembling, her tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously.

Don’s cock twitched violently in her grip, thick veins pulsing under her fingertips as another bead of pre-cum oozed from the flushed tip.

His breath was rough and uneven, hips jerking up into her touch. "Fuck—" he gritted out, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

Don’s hand slid up Summer’s hip, fingers pressing into the soft curve just above her waist.

His other hand squeezed Sylvia’s thigh. "What do you think?" His voice was rough, strained as Summer’s fingers tightened around his cock.

Her breath stuttered—hot, uneven—against his ear.

The wet shlick of Sylvia’s hand stroking him faster mixed with the sticky sound of pre-cum smearing over his shaft.

Summer frowned, her fingers tightening just above Sylvia’s hand, the heat of Don’s cock pulsing under her palm.

"Right..." she breathed, voice unsteady as she squeezed.

Don’s hips jerked up into their combined touch, his breath going ragged.

Summer’s fingers twitched against his cock, her palm slick with pre-cum as she began to stroke him slowly alongside Sylvia.

Her thumb dragged over the swollen head, smearing a wet trail down his shaft with a soft shlick~ noise.

She bit her lower lip, those big blue eyes flickering up to meet Don’s gaze—wide, uncertain, yet burning with something new.

"H-how does that feel?" she whispered, her voice trembling as her other hand drifted to his thigh.

Don let out a ragged sigh, his chest heaving as their hands worked him over. "You two... fuck... you’re incredible—"

Sylvia rolled her eyes, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock with a slick squish of pre-cum. "Men. You’ll say anything to bust a nut." She dragged her thumb over the swollen tip, smearing a wet streak down his shaft before twisting her wrist on the upstroke. Shlick~

Summer bit her lip, her eyes flickering between his face and the way his cock pulsed in their grip.

Summer’s fingers twitched around his slick cock, her palm sticky with pre-cum as she nodded at Sylvia’s words.

"M-maybe we should just leave him blueballed," she breathed, voice wavering even as her thumb circled the swollen tip—slow, smearing another wet streak down his throbbing length.

Shlick~ Sylvia’s hand matched her rhythm, their strokes falling into sync, squeezing him tighter with every upward pull. Don’s hips jerked, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed between their slick palms.

"L-let’s not do anything hasty," he choked out, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

Summer leaned in, her lips brushing his ear in a trembling whisper. "Then you better not piss me off."

Her breath hitched as Don’s smirk curled against her skin, his fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh of her ass.

A small gasp escaped her when he squeezed, kneading the plush curve with rough, greedy strokes—her thighs quivered, her slick grip on his cock tightening reflexively. Ngh~

"Jeez, you two—get a room already," Sylvia groaned, rolling her eyes even as her fingers twisted around Don’s cock, her thumb swiping lazily over the leaking tip.

Summer’s cheeks burned pink, her fingers twitching around Don’s cock as she huffed. "Y-you get a room—this is mine," she stammered, her breath hot against his ear. "Besides... you two started this." Her thumb circled the swollen tip of his cock, smearing another sticky bead of pre-cum down his throbbing length with a wet shlick~

Sylvia’s smirk curled, her eyes flicking down to where their hands worked him over. "Well, since you two are getting along so nicely up here..."

Sylvia added with a smirk, her fingers still lazily twisting around Don’s cock, "I’ll just focus down there."

Her grip loosened as she went low, knees hitting the carpet with a softly. Don’s hand, previously kneading her thigh, lifted away as she moved.

The waistband of his pajama pants stretched further as Sylvia tugged them down just enough to expose the very base of his cock.

Her tongue—pink and wet—darted out first, tracing a slow, teasing line from his balls up to where his shaft met his body.

Summer’s breath caught as she watched Sylvia’s tongue drag up Don’s shaft—slow, wet, leaving a glistening trail behind.

Her cheeks burned hotter, fingers twitching around his cock. ’She’s so confident, argh, what if—.’

Before she could finish the thought, Don’s hand tangled in her hair, yanking her down into a rough kiss.

Mmph~ His lips crushed against hers, hot and insistent, tongue pushing past her teeth before she could gasp.

Sylvia’s tongue dragged another slow, wet stripe up Don’s shaft—shllrp~—her lips glistening with spit as she glanced up just in time to see Summer’s fingers tighten in his hair, her mouth crushed against his in a sloppy, breathless kiss.

Mmmph~

A thrill shot through Sylvia’s stomach, her pulse jumping as she watched Summer’s hips squirm. ’Damn, this is way hotter than I thought.’

Her own thighs pressed together, the fabric of her panties already damp as she slid her free hand down, fingertips brushing over the soaked lace.

Summer’s thighs also rubbed together, the damp fabric of her panties sticking to her skin with every restless shift.

Her lips parted from Don’s with a wet smack, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in a shaky breath.

"Take off your vest," she demanded, her voice thick, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Don’s smirk twitched, his cock throbbing. "Now who’s the pervert?" he taunted.

Summer’s frown deepened, her breasts bouncing as she huffed. "I told you not to piss me off."