Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 563: The “Sleep” Over (Part 5) (R-18)

Chapter 563: Chapter 563: The “Sleep” Over (Part 5) (R-18)

Sylvia moaned—ah~—her voice breathy and thick as her fingers curled against Don’s chest, nails dragging lightly over his damp skin. "Your fingers feel amazing, Don..." she muttered, her lips brushing against the back of his neck before her teeth sank just enough to leave a reddening mark.

Her hips rolled, grinding the soaked fabric of her panties against his lower back, the heat between her thighs leaving a sticky smear on his skin.

Summer’s eyes flicked up, watching Sylvia’s teeth sink into Don’s neck, her own lips tightening—glrk~—around his cockhead in response.

The bitter salt of him flooded her mouth again, but she didn’t pull away—shlrrp~—her tongue swirling messily, spit dripping in thick strands down his shaft.

Her cheeks hollowed—sucking harder, sloppier, the wet squelch—smck~—of her breasts squeezing his length syncing with the ragged groan torn from Don’s throat.

Don’s fingers curled against the damp fabric of Sylvia’s panties, his knuckles pressing into the heat between her thighs as he dragged his palm in a slow stroke.

Her hips jerked forward, grinding against his hand—the soaked cotton clinging to her skin in sticky, transparent patches.

A shudder ripped through her—mm~—as his thumb dug—ou~—just right, her teeth sinking—ngh~—deeper into his shoulder to muffle the whimper clawing up her throat.

Don’s cock twitched between Summer’s plush breasts, the tip glistening under the flicker of her tongue—shlrrp~—as she lapped at it in slow, wet circles.

Her lips then sealed—glrk~—around the head, sucking hard enough to pull another thick strand of pre-cum—mmfph~—into her mouth, the bitter salt dripping down his shaft in sticky rivulets.

Her cheeks hollowed more and more as she worked him deeper, the slick squelch of her tits squeezing his length syncing with Sylvia’s ragged moan—ah~—from behind.

Sylvia’s head tipped back—ah~—her spine arching as her fingers raked—scrrt~—through Don’s sweat-damp hair, tugging just hard enough.

Her breasts bounced with every ragged pant, nipples pebbling against the humid air as his fingers worked faster against her soaked panties, the fabric clinging in translucent patches to her swollen folds.

A whine—mmfph~—bubbled up as his fingers pressed—ou~—right where she needed it, her hips jerking forward to grind against his palm.

Summer’s hands stilled—her breasts clamping down tight around Don’s cock, the shaft trapped in a slick, suffocating heat as she stopped bouncing them.

The pressure made his hips jerk—pre-cum smearing in thick streaks across her skin. She didn’t let up—just squeezed harder, her nipples dragging against his length as she leaned lower, lips parting to catch the tip every time it twitched free from her cleavage.

Sylvia’s lips parted as well against Don’s ear, her breath hot and ragged as she dragged her nails down his chest, whispering something as her teeth grazed his earlobe before she pulled back, panties clinging to her dripping folds.

She then off the bed. The mattress shifted under her weight, her thighs glistening with sweat as she stepped back, fingers trailing one last teasing stroke down his arm.

Summer’s lips peeled awa with a wet pop, strands of spit and pre-cum stretching between her swollen mouth and Don’s twitching cockhead.

Her breath hitched—ah~—as she watched Sylvia slide off the bed, the damp fabric of her panties clinging to her glistening folds with every sway of her hips.

A bead of sweat rolled down Summer’s collarbone as she sat back on her heels, her chest still pressed against Don’s length, trapping it in a sticky, overheated vise.

Sylvia’s fingers hooked into the lace edges of her panties, thumbs tracing the fabric where it clung to her folds.

The air carried sweat and musk as she swayed her hips, the soaked cotton peeling away from her skin in slow, sticky increments. "Let’s make things more interesting," she breathed—ah~—her voice a low moan as she tugged the fabric down.

Sylvia’s fingers curled into the lace of her panties, peeling them down just enough to reveal the tight, puckered clench of her asshole—glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

Her hips swayed in a slow roll, the soaked fabric clinging to her folds before finally slipping past the plush curve of her ass.

Sylvia’s spine curved—ah~—as she bent forward, her fingers dragging the damp lace down her thighs inch by sticky inch.

The humid air clung to her exposed skin, her asshole twitching faintly under the sheen of sweat. The fabric caught just below her knees, her pussy glistening, swollen folds parted slightly with the shift of her stance.

A bead of moisture rolled down her inner thigh as she straightened, one hand rising to press against the small of her back while the other settled on her hip, fingers denting the soft flesh there.

As Sylvia straightened with a slow roll of her shoulders, her spine arched just enough to make the sweat-slick curve of her waist catch the dim light.

Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her hip, nails leaving faint crescents as she tilted her pelvis forward, letting Don’s gaze drag over the glistening mess between her thighs.

"Like what you see?" she breathed—huff~—her voice thick, throat bobbing with the effort of keeping her moans contained.

Don watched as Sylvia’s palm pressed firm against his chest, the heat of her skin branding him through the thin sheen of sweat.

"I like everything I’ve seen tonight," he groaned, his cock twitching against Summer’s collarbone, smearing another sticky streak across her skin. Sylvia’s smirk curled slow and wicked.

His shoulders hit the mattress—the springs creaking under his weight as his legs sprawled open, thighs trembling with the effort of staying bent over the edge.

Sylvia’s thighs pressed into Don’s sides as she settled onto him, her weight sinking into the heat of his abs.

Sweat slicked the contact, her skin dragging against his in slow, sticky increments as she rolled her hips forward—grinding the swollen, dripping heat of her pussy against the rigid planes of his stomach.

A shudder ripped through her, her fingers clawing into his chest as her head tipped back—ou~—the damp strands of her hair clinging to her shoulders.

Her hips rocked—ah~—in a sinuous rhythm, each movement smearing her wetness across his skin in glistening streaks.

Summer’s lips parted—ah~—her breath hitching as she watched Sylvia grind against Don’s stomach, her hips rolling in slow, slick circles.

A bead of sweat dripped from Summer’s chin onto Don’s twitching cock, the heat between her breasts tightening as she dragged her nipples back up his length—the swollen flesh catching against his shaft in sticky, overheated friction.

Her tongue flicked out—slrrp~—lapping at the head, her lips sealing around him just as Sylvia’s thighs clenched—ou~—her wetness smearing across Don’s abs.

Don’s hands slid up Sylvia’s waist—his fingers digging into the sweat-slick dip of her hips, thumbs pressing crescent moons into the soft flesh as she rocked against him.

Her skin burned under his grip, sticky with exertion, every roll of her pelvis leaving glistening trails across his abs—her wetness smearing in thick, molten streaks.

His palms dragged higher—fingers tracing the feverish heat of her ribs before cupping the swollen weight of her breasts.

Summer continued bopping her head up and down Don’s cock, taking half his length in and out while using one hand to stroke the base of his cock and the other to massage his balls.