Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 562: The “Sleep” Over (Part 4) (R-18)

Summer hesitated, her breath shallow as she glanced up at Don through fluttering lashes. His smirk burned into her, the heat of his cock throbbing between her pressed-together breasts.

Slowly, she began to move, the soft flesh jiggling—shlck~ shlck~—as she dragged them up and down his length, pre-cum smearing in slimy streaks across her skin.

Sylvia rose from her knees, her thighs trembling slightly as she climbed onto the bed behind Don.

She then slid around Don's shoulders—her bare chest pressing against his back, warm skin sticking instantly to his sweat-damp back.

Her lips found the curve of his neck—mwah~—sucking lightly before dragging her tongue up in a slow, wet stripe. "Mmm, you taste so good," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as her hips rolled subtly against him, the damp heat of her panties grinding into the small of his back.

Summer's brows furrowed—her grip tightening around Don's cock as she caught Sylvia's smirk over his shoulder. Grr~ 'She's totally trying to steal his attention.'

Her lips then parted—ah~—a thick strand of saliva dangling from her tongue before splattering right between her jiggling breasts.

The warm wetness mixed with the sticky pre-cum already smeared across her skin, making every upward slide sloppier than the last.

The grip she had on her breasts tightened—mmfph~, drawing a subtle moan from her as her slickened tits kept squeezing Don's cock in a wet, rhythmic vise.

Don groaned, his head tilting back as Summer's slickened tits milked his cock, each upward drag smearing another layer of spit and pre-cum between her skin and his throbbing length.

His hips twitched forward instinctively, grinding deeper into her warm embrace, the wet heat of her cleavage swallowing him greedily.

Sylvia's fingers trailed down his chest, nails dragging lightly over his abs before her palms flattened against his stomach, her body molding tighter against his back.

Her lips curled against Don's neck—mwah~—before she pulled back just enough to let her tongue flick over the damp spot she'd left behind. "Mmm, you taste so good," she muttered softly, her voice thick and syrupy.

Then she paused, her eyes flicking down to where Summer's tits hugged Don's cock, the swollen tip glistening as it peeked out between them before disappearing again.

"Doesn't he taste great?" Sylvia asked, her fingers tracing idle circles over Don's stomach.

Summer's gaze flickered down, watching Don's cock throbbing between her breasts, the tip emerging briefly before disappearing again into the warm, sticky embrace of her flesh.

A thick string of pre-cum stretched between her skin and his shaft, glistening under the dim light before snapping as she dragged her tits upward once more.

'I don't really miss the taste right…' The thought flickered through her mind, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she hesitated.

Summer's tongue flicked out, catching the tip of Don's cock as it peeked between her breasts.

The taste flooded her mouth—bitter, salty, thick—and she wrinkled her nose slightly, pulling back with a wet noise as a string of saliva stretched between her lips and his glistening head.

"Mmmf—still tastes horrible," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing hotter as Sylvia chuckled at her words.

But she didn't stop.

Sylvia then smirked—mwah~—as she pressed another open-mouthed kiss against Don's neck, her tongue swirling lazily over his damp skin before pulling back. "Mmm, tastes great to me," she replied, her breath hot against his ear as she added with a tilt of her head, "Wanna switch?"

Summer's grip tightened—mmfph~—her plush breasts squishing Don's cock in a slick, suffocating vise as she shook her head. "N-no," she panted, her tongue darting out—shlrrp~—to lap greedily at the tip, her lips sealing around it.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, dripping down his shaft in thick, glistening strands as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing around the bitter salt of his pre-cum.

"Hehe~ I'll take that as a no," Sylvia murmured against Don's damp skin, her lips curling into a smirk before she dragged her tongue in a slow, wet stripe up the side of his neck.

Her teeth grazed his pulse point lightly before she pressed another open-mouthed kiss—mwah~—just above his collarbone, her hot breath puffing against his skin.

Her fingers kneaded his shoulders, nails scratching as she shifted closer, her bare chest sticking to his back with a slick—smck~—of sweat.

Summer's lips sealed tighter around the tip of Don's cock, her tongue swirling in slow, wet circles—shlrrp~—as she dragged her mouth down just enough to suckle at the sensitive ridge.

Saliva pooled thickly—ah~—dripping down his shaft in strands that mixed with the sticky pre-cum smeared across her breasts. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, the bitter-salt taste flooding her mouth while her fingers kneaded her own tits, squishing them tighter around his throbbing length—shlck~ shlck~—each movement slick and sloppy with spit.

Don groaned, his fingers tangling in Summer's hair as her lips pulled back just enough to let his cockhead glisten between them, spit-slick and swollen. "I feel like you two planned this," he muttered, hips twitching upward into the wet heat of her cleavage as Sylvia's laughter vibrated against his back.

Summer huffed—hah~—her breath hot against his damp tip before she dragged her tongue—shlrrp~—in a messy stripe up his shaft, pre-cum smearing thick over her chin.

Her brows furrowed as she glared up at Don through sticky lashes, her lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. "Keep dreaming," she muttered—mmfph~—before letting her head drop back down, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock in one long, sloppy lick.

A thick strand of drool dangled from her parted lips before splattering right between her jiggling breasts, mixing with the slimy mess already smeared across her skin.

Don's fingers slid through Summer's sweat-damp hair, tangling in the messy strands as he pressed her down—mmfph~—with a slow, firm grip.

Her lips stretched wider around his cock, the wet heat of her mouth sucking greedily as drool spilled thicker strands down his shaft. Each bob of her head—glrk~—sent sticky spit splattering between her jiggling tits, the mess already smeared across her skin turning slicker with every sloppy movement.

Sylvia shifted her body, sliding around Don's side in one fluid motion, her bare thigh pressing flush against his hip as she arched into him.

His hand dug into the soft flesh of her ass, fingers kneading the damp fabric of her panties as she let out a breathy giggle—heh~—grinding her hips in slow circles against his side.

The heat between her legs seeped through the thin material, leaving a slick patch where his fingertips brushed against her clothed slit.