Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 564: The “Sleep” Over (Part 6) (R-18)

Sylvia leaned forward, her body draping over Don’s chest with a slow, firm press—her breasts flattening against him, nipples stiffening as they dragged through the sheen of sweat between them.

The heat of her skin seared into his, her breath ragged against his collarbone—pant~—as her hips kept rolling, grinding her soaked folds in slow circles against the rigid muscles of his abdomen.

Wetness smeared in thick streaks, her arousal dripping down his sides in sticky rivulets.

Her lips dragged along the sweat-slick column of Don’s throat—mwah~—her teeth grazing his pulse point before her tongue lapped at the salt clinging to his skin. "You’ve made me so wet..." Sylvia murmured, the words vibrating against his collarbone as her hips rolled harder.

Each movement smeared her arousal wider, the heat between them turning sticky, her thighs trembling where they pressed against his sides.

Meanwhile, Summer’s lips stretched around Don’s cock—glrk~—a thick strand of saliva webbing between her lower lip and his shaft as she pulled back, her tongue laving messily along the underside.

The slick wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the air, spit and pre-cum mixing in a glistening sheen that coated every inch she touched. Her cheeks hollowed—slrrp~—as she sucked hard, the excess drool spilling past her lips and trailing in rivulets down his length.

Summer’s hands twisted in opposite directions—one palm gliding clockwise, the other counter-clockwise—her fingers sticky with spit and pre-cum as they dragged along Don’s throbbing cock.

Her breath came in ragged puffs—huff~—against the flushed head of his cock, her tongue darting out to lick at the soaked tip in quick, kittenish flicks.

Drool pooled in the slit—slrrp~—before spilling over in thick strands, her lips parting just enough to let the mess drip down her chin.

Sylvia’s hips rolled in one final, slow grind—ah~—her soaked folds dragging in a long, molten streak across Don’s stomach before she lifted herself off him with a slick, sticky peel of skin.

A thin string of her wetness still connected her to his abs for a breathless second before snapping as she settled onto her knees beside him, her thighs glistening, her breath ragged as she glanced at Summer. "I have an idea.."

Summer’s lips popped free from Don’s cock with a wet glrk~, a strand of saliva stretching between her lower lip and his shaft before snapping. Her breath was pacy—huff~—cheeks flushed as she wiped the back of her hand across her slick chin, smearing drool and pre-cum. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"W-why are you just looking at me?" she murmured, fingers twitching where they still loosely gripped the base of his cock, her thighs pressing together at the sudden attention.

Sylvia smirked, her lips curling slow and wicked as she dragged a fingertip through the mess glistening on Don’s stomach before lifting it to her mouth, tongue flicking out to taste the sticky-sweet mix of her own arousal and his sweat. "It’s your turn to give Don a little show and join us up here," she replied, fingers still tracing lazy circles through the wet sheen on his abs.

Summer’s breath hitched—her cheeks flushing a deep pink as her lashes fluttered, the damp air clinging to her skin making every shift of her body feel heavier, hotter.

As her blush deepened, her teeth caught her lower lip—then she rose unsteadily to her feet, her breasts bouncing with the motion, nipples stiff against the air.

Sweat trickled between them in slow trails, her skin flushed pink as well from the heat coiling low in her stomach.

Her fingers trembled as they hooked into the lace waistband of her panties, the delicate material already clinging to her damp folds in transparent patches.

Summer’s hesitated as she hooked deeper into the lace, before the delicate fabric began peeling away from her skin in slow, sticky increments.

Her thighs squeezed together instinctively—ah~—the heat between them present as the damp material clung stubbornly to her asscheeks before finally surrendering with a wet peel.

The lace clung desperately—to the plump swell of Summer’s ass as she peeled the fabric down, the damp material resisting before surrendering with a wet snap against her thighs.

Her ass cheeks jiggled slightly as the panties caught on the crease where thigh met hip, revealing only a teasing glimpse of her glistening pussy, the plushness of her body hiding the rest.

A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glimmer—ah~—as she bent forward, the curve of her ass obscuring the full view, the lace finally slipping past her knees with a wet slither before reaching her ankles and getting kicked aside.

Summer turned back to face Don—her lashes fluttering as she watched his hands tug at the waistband of his pajama pants, the fabric clinging to his hips before sliding down in one motion.

His briefs followed, stretching against him for a moment before snapping free, the damp fabric peeling away to reveal his full length. Pre-cum glistened at the tip as he kicked the last of his clothes aside, his naked body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat.

Don then moved further onto the mattress, the frame creaking softly as he settled onto the bed, his broad back pressing into the sheets.

Sweat already beaded along his stomach, his cock twitching against his hip, the tip leaving a smear on his skin. Sylvia shifted beside him, her thighs rubbing together as she made space, the damp heat between them clinging to every movement.

Her fingers trailed through the wetness on Don’s stomach before she licked her lips, watching as Summer climbed onto the bed with a shaky exhale.

Sylvia’s gaze locked onto Summer as she shifted her hips, the heat of her pussy hovering just beside Don’s cock, her slick folds parting with a slow, sticky resistance as she settled against his thigh.

A glistening thread of arousal stretched between her thighs before snapping, the wetness smearing against his skin as she pressed closer, her inner lips pink and trembling with every shallow breath as she made contact with his cock.

Summer mirrored Sylvia, knees sinking into the mattress as she positioned herself on the other side, her own dripping slit brushing the length of Don’s shaft, their combined wetness leaving a glistening trail along his cock.