Ladybug leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then I guess it's my turn again," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She began to grind her hips in a slow, deliberate motion, her body moving against his like a serpent coiling around its prey.
Gabriel's eyes rolled back in his head as the sensation overwhelmed him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her, how much he needed to feel her skin against his. He gripped the chair's arms, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching out and tearing her suit off. The way she moved, so confident and in control, was driving him wil. Each grind of her hips sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body, making him want her more and more.
He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as his cock throbbed beneath her. The sound of her gasp was like music to his ears, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.
Marinette's heart raced as she felt his teeth against her neck. She knew she had to keep up the act, keep him guessing. She leaned back, her breasts pressing into his chest, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like a second ski. She could feel his cock throb against her thigh, the size of it taking her breath away. She had never seen anything like it, and she had to admit, it was a bit intimidating.
But she was Ladybug, the hero of Paris, and she wasn't about to let a little thing like fear get in the way of her mission. She began to grind her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, her body moving against his like a dance. She felt his breath hitch, his hands tightening on her waist. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
She picked up the dice, her hand brushing against his thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He watched as she rolled them, the tension in the air thickening as they bounced off the board. They landed on another of his properties, and she leaned over, her breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her costume, and his cock twitched in response.
"Looks like you owe me another rent," she said, her voice low and sultry. Her eyes never left his, and he could see the challenge in them. She knew he was on the edge, and she was going to push him over. She leaned foward to pick the punishment card, her ass grinding against his cock, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin like a second layer of it.
Gabriel's thoughts were a jumbled mess of desire and confusion as he watched her. The way she sat, her breasts pressing into him, her abs tight and toned, was like a dream come true. He could see the lacy edge of her bra, the fabric so thin that it was almost see-through. The tightness of her pussy was like a brand against his cock, and he could feel himself leaking precum into his underwear.
"What's this one?" she asked, holding the card up to him.
"You... you don't have to read it out loud," he said, his voice strained.
"But where's the fun in that?" she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She read the card, and he felt his heart skip a beat. "Ladybug should remove Gabriel's pants using only her mouth"
Marinette felt a jolt of excitement. This was it, the moment she had been building up to. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked on his as she felt his cock throb against her thigh. She knew he was trying to hide his arousal, but she could see it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his breath hitched. The collar of her suit had ridden down just enough to expose the top of her bra, and she watched as his gaze dropped to her breasts, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin like a second layer of it.
Gabriel's mind was racing, his thoughts a whirlwind of lust and need. He couldn't believe the effect she had on him. The way her body moved, so close yet so far, was like a dance designed to drive him crazy. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself as he processed what was going to happen next. He could see the bare skin of her collarbone, the fabric of her suit so thin it was like it wasn't even there. The way it clung to her abs was like a second skin, and he could see the faint outline of her abs, the muscles tight and toned beneath the surface.
As Ladybug leaned back, her breasts pressing against the fabric, he felt his cock throb even harder. He knew that she was aware of his arousal, the bulge in his pant was unmistakable. Yet she remained innocent, her eyes wide and curious. "Mr. Agreste, seems like I will have to remove your pant using only my mout," she said, her voice filled with playful challenge.
Gabriel's mind reeled. The thought of her soft, warm mouth against his groin was almost too much to handle. He felt his pulse race, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum. The sight of her bare skin, her collarbone peeking out from the suit, was driving him wild. The red fabric of her costume hugged her curves so tightly that he could see every line of her abs, every muscle. Her breasts, almost spilling out of the top of her bra, were like a siren's call, begging to be releas. And her pussy, wet and inviting, was like a beacon drawing him in.
He watched as she leaned back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She knew what she was doing to him, and she reveled in it. The way her hips moved, grinding against his cock, was a dance of seduction that he was powerless to resist. He felt his self-control slipping away, his body responding to her every whim.
"I don't think thats a good idea," Gabriel said, trying to sound as composed as possible despite the raging boner in his pan. The sight of Ladybug's bare collarbone and the tantalizing hint of her black lacy bra was almost too much for him to handle. Her abs looked like they were chiseled from marble, the way the fabric of her suit clung to them making his mouth water.
Marinette, as Ladybug, giggled and slowly leaned towards his groin, her eyes never leaving his face. She knew the effect she had on him, and she reveled in it. The suit was like a second skin, so tight that it was like she was naked, her abs tight and defined, the fabric sticking to her like a lover's embrace. She watched as his eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire as she got closer and closer to his throbbing cock.
Gabriel's heart was racing, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt the heat of her breath on his skin. He could see the outline of her abs, the tightness of her pussy, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like a second layer of skin. His mind was a fog of desire, his thoughts consumed by the need to feel her. He couldn't believe that she was doing this, that she was so close to him, so willing to give him what he needed.
"Mr. Agreste," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I think you should lie down for this"
He groaned, his hands gripping the chair's arms so hard that his knuckles turned white. "I... I don't know," he managed to get out, his voice strained. The sight of her bare skin, the curve of her breasts, the way her hips moved as she sat on his lap earlier was making it impossible for him to think straig. His cock was rock hard, pushing against the fabric of his underwear, begging for release.
Marinette leaned back, her breasts pressing into him, and he felt his cock throb. The fabric of her suit was so tight and transparent that he could see the lacy edge of her bra, the outline of her abs. She was so close, yet so far away, and the anticipation was killing him. He knew he had to play along, to keep his identity as Hawkmoth a secret, but it was getting harder and harder.
As Gabriel stood up and lied on the floor, Ladybug took the opportunity to straddle him, her legs wrapping around his waist. The move was so sudden that he couldn't help but let out a surprised grunt. The way her abs flexed as she adjusted herself on his lap made his cock throb even more. The tightness of her suit around her breasts was like a siren's song, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Marinette, as Ladybug, leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is this more comfortable, Mr. Agreste?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Gabriel swallowed hard, trying to form coherent words. "Y-yes," he managed to get out. His hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as he felt her warmth through the fabric of her suit. He couldn't believe that she was so close, that he could feel the heat of her pussy against him. The tightness of her abs was like nothing he had ever seen before, each muscle defined and rippling with every movement she made.
"Good," she murmured, her hips starting to move again in a slow, deliberate grind. She could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against her through the fabric of her suit. She leaned back, arching her back and pushing her breasts out even further, watching as his gaze dropped to her chest. The wetness of her suit had made it almost see-through, and she could see the desire in his eyes as he stared at her.
Marinette felt a thrill of power run through her as she watched him struggle to keep his composure. She knew that she had him, that he was putty in her hands. She leaned back, her breasts pressing into him, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin like a lover's embrace. "Is this what you want?" she asked, her voice a playful purr.
Gabriel's mind was a whirlwind of lust and need. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was like a drug, making him want more and more. He could feel the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin, the way her pussy ground against him. He slid one hand up her back, reaching for the zipper of her costume.
Marinette leaned back, eyes locking onto his. "Mr. Agreste," she said, her voice a warning. "What are your doing?."
He groaned, his hand hovering over the zipper. He knew she was right, but it was so tempting. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But it's so hard to resist."
Ladybug leaned back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then let's make it a bit harder for you," she said, her voice a challenge. She began to move her hips again, her body grinding against his cock in a slow, torturous rhythm. She could feel him getting wetter and wetter, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin with each movement.
Gabriel watched her, his eyes glazed over with lust. He could see the outline of her abs, the tightness of her pussy, and it was all he could do to keep from tearing her suit off and taking her right there. But he had to be careful. He had to play along, to keep his identity as Hawkmoth a secret. He felt his cock throb against her as she leaned back, her breasts pressing into him. The fabric of her suit was so thin, so wet, that it was like it wasn't even there.
He leaned in, his teeth grazing her collarbone, and she gasped, her body arching towards him. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low growl.
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she sat on his lap. She had him right where she wanted him, his cock throbbing beneath her, his hands gripping her hips. She leaned back, her eyes never leaving his, her breasts almost spilling out of the wet fabric of her suit. "Thank you, Mr. Agreste," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. She began to grind her hips again, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin like glue.
Gabriel's eyes followed the movement of her body, his gaze lingering on the bare skin of her collarbone, the lacy edge of her bra, the wetness of her pussy. He couldn't believe the effect she had on him, the way his body responded to her every move. He could feel his cock, thick and hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but he knew he had to bide his time.
Marinette leaned back further, her abs tightening as she felt his cock against her. She knew he was watching her, that he was seeing her bare skin, her collarbone, her bra. She felt a thrill of power as she moved, her body grinding against his. She knew she had to keep up the act, to keep him guessing.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice a playful purr.
Gabriel's eyes snapped up to hers, the desire in them unmistakable. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice thick with lust. "I... I can't help it."
Marinette leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his chest, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin. She placed a hand on his chest, her fingers playing with the hair below his abs. "It's okay," she whispered. "I like it when you look at me."
The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the air thick with desire. Marinette knew that she was playing with fire, that she had to be careful not to reveal too much. But the thrill of it all was too much to resist. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, "Shall we get started witht the punishment?". From his perspective, her abs were a masterpiece, each muscle defined and rippling as she shifted her position. The way the catsuit clung to her was like a second skin, showcasing every curve, every dip and swell. He could see the outline of her toned stomach, the way her hips moved in a seductive rhythm that was driving him wi.
Gabriel felt his cock pulse with need as he stared at her bare collarbone, the thin strap of her bra a teasing reminder of what lay beneath. He knew he couldn't take much more of this without losing control. "Yes," he murmured, his voice strained with arousal. He watched as she leaned back, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her suit, the outline of her nipples visible through the wet material. The way the suit hugged her pussy was like a taunt, a promise of what was to come. He could feel the heat of her, could almost taste the sweetness of her skin.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. "Once we start, there's no going back."
Marinette felt a thrill of power as she watched him struggle with his desire. She knew that she had him, that he was putty in her hands. She leaned back, her eyes locked on his as she began to move her hips in a slow, deliberate grind. The fabric of her suit was so wet, so transparent, that he could see the tightness of her pussy, the way it clenched with each movement she made. She watched as his eyes followed her, his gaze devouring her body.
"I... I'm sure," he said, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn't believe the effect she was having on him, the way his body responded to her every move. Her breasts, so close to spilling out of the wet fabric, were like a gift from the gods, and he wanted nothing more than to touch them, to taste them.
Suddenly, she stopped her eyes fixated on his groin area, where his boner was now a very noticeable bulge. She tilted her head to the side, feigning innocence. "Looks like someone is happy?" she asked, her voice a soft, playful tease.
Gabriel's breath hitched as she shifted backwards to straddling his thighs, her thin suit clinging to her curves like a second skin. He felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants, begging for release as Ladybug leaned in, her hot breath teasing his skin. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that made his head spin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she placed her hands on either side of his waist, her fingers grazing the waistband of his pants.
"Now, let's see if you can handle the next punishment," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned in closer. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his cock, and it took every ounce of willpower not to grab her and take her right there. Her abs, so tight and defined, flexed as she moved, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like glue. The neckline had dipped even lower, exposing the bare skin of her chest, the lacy edge of her bra just visible beneath the wet fabric.
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement as she leaned in, her teeth grazing the waistband of his pants. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palms, the tension in his body like a coiled spring. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, his cock thick and hard beneath her. She began to nibble at the button, her teeth grazing his skin as she worked her way on his pant. His eyes closed, his head thrown back in pleasure, and she felt a rush of power as she realized she had complete control over him.
Gabriel's eyes snapped open as he felt her mouth on his groin, the wetness of her mouth pressing against his the outline of his shaft. He had to bite back a moan as he felt her lips wrap around his dick over his pants. With a knowing smirk, Ladybug looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She began to nibble at the fabric, teasing him with her teeth. The sight of her bare collarbone and the lacy edge of her bra was too much for him to handle.
Her abs flexed with each movement, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like a second skin, revealing every rippling muscle. He watched as she leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his. The tightness of her suit around her breasts was like a siren's call, and he could see the outline of her nipples, hard and begging for attention. He felt his cock throb against the fabric of his pants, the desire to feel her skin on his own almost too much to bear.
"You're so naughty, Mr. Agreste," she murmured, her voice a teasing whisper. "I think I'll have to be a bit more... rough." With that, she began to wrap around his clothed cock with her mouth, her movements becoming more deliberate and sensual. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, his hands clenching the floor beneath him.
The fabric of her suit was sticking to her skin, her abs flexing with every movement she made. The wetness of the material clung to her, making it almost transparent. He could see everything, the outline of her pussy, the tightness of her bra, and it was driving him wild. He couldn't believe that she was doing this to him, that she was so close to giving him what he needed.
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement as she worked her mouth over his cock. She could feel the size of him, the heat of his desire, and it made her own body respond in return. Her hips began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding her pussy against his thigh. The fabric of her suit was so wet, so thin, that it was like she was naked, her skin sliding against his as she moved. She watched as his abs tensed, the muscles rippling as he tried to resist the urge to touch her. She knew he was close to the edge, and she wasn't going to let him fall just yet.
"Mr. Agreste," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "You're so big. How do you hide this... monster?" She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Gabriel's eyes shot open, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "L-Ladybug," he stammered, his voice thick with need. "You can't say things like that."
But she just winked at him, her hips never stopping their dance. "Why not?" she asked, her voice a tease. "It's just us here. And I'm sure you're enjoying the view." She leaned back slightly, giving him an even better look at her breasts, the fabric of her suit clinging to her skin like a lover's touch.
Marinette could feel his eyes on her, could feel his desire as she ground her hips against him. She leaned back even further, her abs tightening as she arched her back, her breasts threatening to spill out of her bra. The neckline of her suit had dipped so low that she was sure he could see the edge of her nipples, the fabric sticking to her skin like a second layer of flesh.
"L-Ladybug," he moaned, his voice strained. "Please..."
But she just shook her head, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. "Not yet," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "We're just getting started."
The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the wetness of their skin slapping together as she moved. Marinette could feel the power she had over him, the way his body responded to her every touch. She leaned back, her breasts pressing into him, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin like a second layer of flesh. "You like watching me, don't you?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Gabriel couldn't deny it. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Y-yes," he managed to get out. "I can't... I can't help it."
Marinette leaned in, her mouth so close to his that he could feel her breath on his lips. "Then watch me," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Watch me as I make you feel things you've never felt before."
And with that, she began to move in earnest, her hips grinding against him, her body a symphony of sensuality. The fabric of her suit was like nothing he had ever felt before, so thin and tight that it was like she was wearing nothing at all. He could see the outline of her abs, every muscle defined and rippling as she moved. The neckline had slipped even further, exposing the upper swell of her breasts, the taut fabric of her bra clinging to her skin.
He watched as she leaned back, her abs flexing as she worked the fabric of her suit away from her body. She was like a goddess, her body a work of art, and he was her devoted worshiper. He could feel his cock throb with each movement she made, each brush of her skin against his. He reached up, his hands finding her hips, his thumbs grazing the zipper of her suit.
"Careful," she murmured, her eyes dancing with amusement. She leaned forward, her abs flexing as she positioned herself over him. The fabric of her suit clung to her like a lover's caress, her breasts straining against the taut material. His eyes followed the path of her neck, down to her collarbone, the lacy black bra peeking out from beneath. He couldn't help but stare at the way her abs rippled with each breath she took, the fabric of her suit hugging her tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Marinette, in her Ladybug guise, took a moment to appreciate the power she held over him. His cock was a beacon of need, the wetness of her suit highlighting every inch of him. She leaned back, her legs spread wide over his, and began to unzip his pants with her teeth. The zipper was stubborn, but she was persistent, her eyes never leaving his as she tugged and pulled. "What's the matter, Mr. Agreste?" she teased, her voice a playful whisper. "Nervous?"
Gabriel felt his cock jump at the sound of her voice, her breath hot on his skin. "N-no," he stammered, his eyes glued to her breasts. He could see the wet fabric of her suit sticking to her nipples, the outline of her pussy so clear that it was as if she were naked before him. The anticipation was agonizing, his body screaming for release. He watched as she worked the zipper down, her abs flexing with each movement, the fabric of her suit clinging to her like a second skin.
As she finally freed his underwear, Ladybug sat up, her tight suit sticking to her body like a second skin, leaving no room for doubt about her intentions. She looked down at the tent over his underwear with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing with a mix of innocence and mischief. "Mr. Agreste," she giggled, "I didn't know you were so...enthusiastic."
Gabriel felt his cock throb with anticipation, his heart racing as he watched Ladybug's reaction. Her suit clung to her breasts so tightly that he could almost see the outline of her nipples, the fabric cutting into the soft flesh. The wetness of her costume had made it almost transparent, and he could see the dark shadow of her pussy, her legs spread over his, her abs tight and glistening with sweat.
"Ladybug," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "you have no idea what you do to me."
Marinette, still playing coy, leaned in closer, her abs flexing as she whispered in his ear, "Oh, I think I do." She placed a gentle kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath her lips. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a sweet perfume that only heightened his need.
"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his hands moving to her hips. He could feel her wetness against his thighs, her pussy begging for his touch. He was torn between wanting to rip her suit off and bury himself inside her and keeping up the facade of their game.
Her eyes sparkling with excitement, Ladybug leaned back, her breasts pressing into his chest. The zipper of her suit had slipped even lower, her collarbone a tantalizing invitation. "Am I?" she asked, her voice a teasing puff of breath against his neck. "Maybe I should give you a better look." She slid back, her legs straddling his thighs, and began to unzip her suit. The fabric peeled away from her body like a second skin, revealing the toned muscles of her stomach, the delicate lace of her bra.
Gabriel watched, his eyes glazed with desire, as she inched the zipper down. The thin fabric of her suit clung to her curves, highlighting every inch of her slender frame. He could see the tightness of her abs, the way her breasts swelled over the cups of her bra. He felt his cock throb in response, his body begging for more. "L-Ladybug," he stammered, his voice strained. "What are you doing?"
"Just giving you a little taste," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned back, her abs rippling as she arched her back. The neckline of her suit had dipped even further, the lacy edge of her bra framing her breasts like a treasure waiting to be uncovered. "Do you like what you see?"
Gabriel nodded, his throat tight with need. "Y-yes," he managed to croak. "You're so beautiful."
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement as she watched his reaction. She had him right where she wanted him, his desire palpable in the air. She leaned back further, her abs tightening as she unzipped her suit until it pooled at her waist, leaving her in nothing but her black lacy lingerie. The catsuit had done its job, teasing and revealing her body in all the right ways. Her breasts were pushed up by the bra, the fabric of her suit clinging to her curves like a lover's embrace.
"L-Ladybug," he stammered, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. "You're... you're... "
"I know," she said with a knowing smile. "Irresistible." She straddled his thighs, her wet pussy pressing against him. The heat between them was unbearable, the tension a living entity in the room. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "But remember, Mr. Agreste, this is just a game."
With that, she brought her mouth to his groin, her teeth grazing the fabric of his underwear. He felt the warmth of her breath, the wetness of her mouth, and he knew he was lost. Gabriel's cock throbbed as he watched her, his heart racing. He could see the outline of her pussy through the fabric of her suit, the way her abs flexed as she moved. It was like watching a dance, a dance of seduction that he was powerless to resist.
"You're so big," she murmured, her voice a teasing whisper. "How do you hide this... monster?" Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she leaned in, her hot breath fanning over his cock. The fabric of her catsuit was so thin and tight that it was like she was wearing nothing at all.
Marinette felt his hands tighten on her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "L-Ladybug," he managed, his voice strained with need.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her collarbone, the way her suit clung to her skin. He could see the outline of her nipples pushing against the lacy black bra, begging for his touch. The sight was almost too much to bear. "Please," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her.
But she just giggled, leaning back slightly to give him an even better view of her abs and breasts. The neckline of her suit had dipped so low that her bra was almost fully exposed, the damp fabric sticking to her like a second skin. "You know the rules, Mr. Agreste," she said, her voice a playful purr. "No touching unless it's part of the punishment."
Marinette felt his cock throb beneath her as she leaned in closer, her mouth so near to his that she could feel his breath on her skin. "But what if I want to touch?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Then you'll have to wait," she said, her voice a seductive tease. She began to unzip her suit, the sound of the fabric parting like a whisper in the stillness of the room. The zipper revealed the smooth skin of her stomach, her abs tight and defined. He watched as the fabric fell away, revealing the lacy cups of her bra, her breasts swelling over the top.
"L-Ladybug," he stuttered, his eyes never leaving hers. "What are you doing?"
"Just giving you a little show," she whispered, her eyes sparkling. She leaned back, her abs rippling as she arched her back. The wetness of her suit had made it almost transparent, the fabric sticking to her curves like a lover's caress. She watched as his eyes followed the path of her neck, down to the lacy edge of her bra.
Gabriel felt his self-control slipping away, his eyes devouring the sight of her. The way her abs flexed as she moved, the wetness of her skin glistening in the dim light... it was too much. He reached up, his hands sliding around her waist, and she leaned into his touch, her breasts brushing against his chest.
Marinette felt a thrill of power as she watched him struggle with his desire. She leaned back further, the zipper of her suit now at her navel, her panties barely visible beneath the fabric. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice a seductive murmur.
"Y-yes," he choked out, his eyes glued to her body. "You're... you're incredible."
With a wicked smile, she brought her mouth back to his groin, her teeth grazing the fabric of his underwear. "Then let's see if I can make it even better," she said, her voice a whisper of seduction. She began to tug at the waistband with her teeth, the wetness of his underwear making it slippery and difficult. Each tug sent a bolt of pleasure through him, his cock straining against the fabric.
As she worked, Ladybug straddled one of Gabriel's thighs, her own translucent, skintight suit hugging her body like a lover's embrace. He could feel the heat of her pussy, so close to his cock that it was agonizing. He watched as her abs flexed with each movement, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin like paint. The neckline had dipped even further, her breasts threatening to spill out of her bra. The sight of her bare collarbone, the lacy edge of her bra, and the tightness of her suit around her abs was like a punch to the gut.
"Mr. Agreste," she murmured, her eyes locked on his. "You're so... responsive." She leaned in closer, her mouth now just a breath away from his cock. "Do you like what I'm doing?"
Gabriel couldn't form words. All he could do was nod, his eyes never leaving hers. The fabric of her suit was so wet, so tight, that he could see every detail of her body. Her breasts, so full and tempting, her abs rippling with each breath she took, the way her pussy seemed to pulse with need... it was like watching a dream come to life.
Marinette felt his leg tense beneath her as she leaned in closer. She knew he was close to the edge, his cock begging for her touch. With a naughty smile, she leaned back up away from his groin "Looks tough to remove with my mouth,... wel next time then". She could feel his heat, his need, and it made her own desire flare.
"Ladybug," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You can't... you can't do this."
But she just winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, but I can," she said, her voice a seductive purr. And with that, she stood up leaving his cock pulsing and desperate for release. She stepped over to the bed, her suit clinging to her body like a second skin, every curve and dip of her figure highlighted by the way the fabric hugged her tightl. She sat on the bed and leaned forward, her breasts jutting out from the translucent fabric of her bra. The neckline of her suit had dipped so low that he could see the edge of her areola, the fabric sticking to her skin like a lover's kiss.
Marinette felt the power she had over him, and it was intoxicating. She leaned back, her abs rippling as she did so, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like glue. "Mr. Agreste," she whispered, her voice a tease. "Do you like what you see?"
Gabriel couldn't help but nod, his eyes devouring the sight of her. The way her abs flexed, the wetness of her skin, the tightness of her suit around her breasts... it was like a siren's call, luring him closer and closer to the edge. He felt his cock throb beneath her gaze, his body begging for release.
"Good," she said, her voice a smoky whisper. She leaned in closer, her mouth just a breath away from his. "Looks like it's time for me to leave" she said with a smirk, looking at the clock. She could feel the fabric of her suit sticking to her hot skin, her abs and breasts on full display.
Gabriel's eyes followed her every movement, his heart racing. He couldn't believe what was happening. "W-wait," he stammered, his hands reaching out for her. "Don't go."
Marinette paused, her eyes meeting his. She knew she had him hooked, but she also knew she had to keep her secret. With a wink, she leaned back, her abs flexing as she stood up. The wetness of her suit was like a taunt, a promise of what lay beneath. "Oh, but I must," she said, her voice dripping with innocence. "But don't worry, I'll be back."
As she turned to leave, she gave him one last look over her shoulder, her suit clinging to her curves like a lover's embrace. She could see the longing in his eyes, the desperation in his expression. It was a heady feeling, one she had never experienced before. She walked to the door, her hips swaying in a way that made the fabric of her suit whisper against her skin. She knew he was watching her, his eyes on her every move.
As she jumped out of the window into the cool night air, Ladybug couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of their next encounter. The thrill of the chase, the dance of desire, it all fueled her own passion for the mission. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The memory of Gabriel's desperate gaze as she straddled his thigh and brought her mouth so close to his cock was almost too much to bear. Her revenge had been sweet, using his own trick against him, but now she craved more. She wanted to push him to the brink, just as he did to her with that remote-controlled vibrator at work. The thought made her chuckle to herself If only he knew that his innocent intern was the one driving him wild.