Another chapter closer to catching up. Hope y'all having a good weekend so far.

Time for some Yang.

This one's a bit longer the the others. Gonna start getting a bit dark here, too.

Warning: Actual sexual assault

Tags: Blowjob, handjob, hairjob, bukkake, voyeurism, minor womb stimulation

Chapter 6

Yang awoke with a start.

Hot. It was too hot. Stuffy, scalding.

She'd swung an arm out and threw her covers off as soon as she realized.

The air, meanwhile, was frigid. Instantly cooling her sweat and sending shivers down her spine. She failed to suppress the shudder that overcame her. Or the knowledge of her stiffening nipples, or the sticky moisture between her legs.

In the silent room, Yang whimpered.

She could still feel her dreams, the phantom sensations of hands roaming across her skin, grabbing and groping and squeezing. She could still feel the echoes of hot hardness rubbing against the outside of her core-

"Ngaaaaaaaaa!"

There was no way she was going to be able to go back to sleep like this. She was too worked up, too wet, and definitely too uncomfortable now. Laying back against her sheets, she realized how soaked they were, and how different the sensation was against her butt. Ick.

But her thighs pressed together anyway, rubbing together before she knew what she was doing. It wasn't much, but it definitely told her she wanted more. Well, if the throbbing from down there wasn't enough of an indication, at least.

Her finger reached down, brushed against her abdomen just above her crotch.

It was like lightning. A moment later, she'd thrust her hips up and Yang could have sworn she saw stars. She'd never felt like this before.

Her hair plastered to her face as she shook her head and gasped. Her finger went further, the bolt of lightning weakening to a steady stream of shocks as she got to her pussy. She didn't think she'd ever been this wet before, not even when she'd first discovered what all of this was.

Good… So good.

Lavender eyes clenched shut, head pushing itself into her pillow as her back arched over the bed and her legs shook. Her finger had gone from rubbing the outside of her pussy to thrusting. One finger, two fingers, three.

She wondered what cock would feel like, wondered how deep it would go, what it would feel like when it split her open.

"Ah… Ah… Gaaaaaah." Her breathing grew labored, and she felt her body grow even hotter despite the cool air of her room. Her legs were shaking more than thrusting now, shivering even as her hand sped up. A touch of her free hand to her breasts caused her to spasm, her torso wiggling atop of the soaked sheets even as her legs kept working.

Gods!

Her vision turned white as her eyes rolled up into their sockets. Sweat rolling off of her in rivulets, running down her forehead, her back, the valley between her breasts. Her fingers wrapped around the tit she'd brushed against to keep it from bouncing. She squeezed.

"AAAAAAAH!"

Blood turned to magma as she froze with her legs spread and stiff. She could feel her torso twitching, spasming. Her fingers crushed inside her fleshy walls as her orgasm gushed between the digits.

Everything else had turned numb except for her pussy. The cold, the soreness, and the pain only a distant sensation before the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

When she'd finally finished, Yang was too tired to even roll over to the side of the bed that wasn't soaked in sweat and girlcum. Her hair was matted with sweat and stuck to every part of her, even a few strands caught between her lips.

And when she finally fell asleep, the last thing she'd seen were a pair of ultramarine eyes.

~TtT~

"Good job, the both of you." Summer called with a clap of her hands, the sound echoing through the arena.

On a dime, both Yang and Jaune stopped, her boss taking a backstep and raising his shield while lowering his weapon. Yang had both hands up in a boxer's stance, frozen.

She'd honestly expected Jaune Arc to be some sort of spoiled brat. The whole place fit the bill, after all, especially the sheer extravagance of having a place like this while the rest of Remnant was crowding in cities, or taking risks out on the frontier. Hell, he'd even opted to be home-tutored instead of bothering to attend combat school, and when she'd asked him about it, he wasn't even planning to attend any of the academies!

If not for the fact that he'd been good enough to give her a run for her money, she'd have relished in giving him a good thrashing. Apparently, her mom had done a real good job with him, not like Yang would have expected anything less.

"Jaune, still have to work on your reaction time, but you're getting much better at dealing with an opponent that'll try to get into your guard than your having to do it the other way around." Summer opened when she approached the two. Jaune set aside his sword and shield while Yang was wiping herself down with a towel her mother had passed her. "I'd like to see how you handle yourself against both Yang and I next time."

Oh, she'd like that. Even after she retired, her mom had done a really good job keeping herself in shape, and while she wasn't as quick as she used to be, the woman's experience would still be enough to keep Jaune on his toes, much less with Yang fighting alongside her.

Summer went over a few more things, but Yang had tuned it out since most of it was meant for Jaune, anyway. The blond girl opted to focus on wiping away all the sweat and getting herself rehydrated.

The past week at the chateau had more or less gone like this. She'd wake up in the morning, and join Jaune for breakfast wherever he took it. Usually he had it at the dining room of his apartments since the main dining room was only ever used when the other Arcs were here, though occasionally they'd have it outside on one of the balconies.

After that, Yang would have an hour of free time before she'd get out of the funny maid uniform she'd been required to wear and they'd head off to this very training arena to duke it out. She'd been thankfully provided with a very comfortable tracksuit, but she'd occasionally use her combat outfit if the mood took her.

It would be a late lunch back in Jaune's apartments after this, though the both of them usually got to shower first to get all the gunk off. Both she and the boss liked to feel clean after a workout.

Honestly, she'd not expected to actually enjoy being here. She had a surprising amount of free time, since the actual work they had to do mostly just involved Jaune's training. Yang had other duties like having to assist him if he was going out, but he'd not left the house since Yang had joined the household, so that point was pretty moot so far.

Lavender eyes turned to the boy as she was draining her thermos, surprised to find them looking in her direction. He was… He wasn't meeting her gaze, instead looking lower.

Yang suppressed the urge to look down and see if her top had become see-through from the sweat. She'd caught him doing it a few times after they'd trained, eying her, but it was usually quick glances, brief moments where he'd seemed to have lost control.

This… He was out-and-out staring.

His eyes met hers before she could think if she should do anything about it, if she could.. She'd expected him to flinch or look away. Instead, he nodded his head towards the showers before turning back to her mom who didn't seem to notice what had happened.

Blue eyes flashed in her mind, ultramarine pools that caught the moonlight as they raked up and down her skin so hard she could feel them.

Yang flinched first, her cheeks and neck heating up, as she clutched her open thermos to her stomach.

She beat a hasty retreat to the showers after that, leaving her mom to finish whatever she was doing with their boss. Best finish up before Jaune takes his own turn.

The chateau had several showers and changing rooms for the gym. Nothing like Signal's, and Yang couldn't have been happier. While Signal's were large and designed to allow multiple people to use them at once, the Arcs had each shower and changing room attached individually, allowing for much more privacy. Yang would have called it extravagant, but that had pretty much become a given for them.

Not that she minded being able to use the shower, locker, and changing room like it was hers. She'd used the exact same one since she got here, the room in the far back and to the left.

Yang felt each droplet of water running down her skin like they were fingers touching her. Even with the heat, she found herself shivering as she washed the sweat out of her hair and scrubbed it from her skin. She could imagine fingers running through the strands, feel them brushing against the back of her neck, her shoulder, her sides.

Knees clenched together. She braced herself against the tiled wall.

Breathe, girl. Get a grip. The boss hadn't even said much to her outside of training and small talk when they were eating. He wasn't even the most good-looking guy she'd met. That honor belonged to her friends back at school that had far, far better physiques than a surprisingly competent rich kid that lived out in the boonies.

Over the noise of the shower, she heard the door creek open. His heavy footsteps sounded so loud to her she could count how many he took to his preferred shower room. Fifteen steps, and he always took the one opposite hers, though she'd never heard him say anything about it.

He was there, about to take a shower just like she was now.

Yang could see him, his shirt off, his surprisingly toned body dripping with sweat just as the shower was turned on and the hot water washed it all away. Drops coming down his shoulders, his chest, his waist, his… everything.

There, with her. Holding her.

She was leaning against the tiled wall before she knew it, hand between her legs and the memory of her dreams now melding with reality.

Her fingers were slick, surrounded by a sticky wetness that was very distinct from the hot water that pooled around her and fell down her skin. Yang's hips thrust forward every now and then, getting more of her fingers and jolt and shake even more. She imagined it was his hands grabbing her breasts, imagined it was his body she was leaning against in the shower.

Jelly. She felt her legs slowly turn to jelly, shivering and shaking before eventually giving way as she slid down to sit on the tiled floor. Water splashed around her while she spread her legs and kept touching herself, enjoying the pleasant heat that was pooling right below her navel, compressing there. Tightening.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you, Yang?"

Half-lidded, Yang could almost imagine him saying that. A self-satisfied look on his face she'd only ever read about. He'd never had the look, himself, but it would fit. It would fit so well. Jaune standing over her, with a smirk as he watched her masturbate on the shower floor with her legs spread wide, her juices mixing with the pool below her as it slowly went down the drain.

"Wha-"

She felt his hand touch her head, fingers sliding over her hair in just the way she imagined it. The heat at the bottom of her belly intensified.

But he was here. He was here and he was seeing her naked and he was touching her.

The sizzle came before the fire, and Yang was on her feet with a fist rocketing towards him in the blink of an eye. Her semblance's fire bursting forth.

How dare he touch her like this. Walk in on her in the bath like he had every right to? No one in Signal dared try this shit with her, and damn if she put up with this from some spoiled rich kid even if he was a better fighter than she'd ever expected.

And then the world stilled. The fire sinking back into her as the heat in her belly exploded outward, searing her skin and tingling her extremities. Yang felt lightning pulse out in a wave from Jaune's blow. Her legs, her mind, her whole world shook.

She was back on the tiles after, on her ass with her legs spread as she spasmed uncontrollably and her vision went white.

W-what-

"Don't be like that." His voice was a growl, a whisper. Up against her ear as she felt him sit on top of where he punched her. The pressure sent another jolt through her, the way his weight squeezed her into the floor while his hand cradled her head. Yang could feel her core growing hotter than the cooling water of the shower.

As her vision returned, even as her legs still shook and her hips squirmed beneath him, Yang looked into ultramarine eyes. Jaune never looked so hungry before, so terrifying, and she couldn't find the strength to move. All her senses were centered around her belly, right below her navel where he was pushing down on her. Everything else felt muted, distant. Her arms weren't moving and her legs shook so uncontrollably she couldn't get her feet on the tiles.

She… she'd come, hadn't she?

"You understand the position you're in, right Yang?" He continued, moving his finger from her hair to her cheek. It was hot, scorching. Bright and strong enough to come through the fluff that was clouding most of her mind. "The only reason you didn't lost your shot at Beacon was because I stepped in. You had a mark on your record and a big enough fine to get you thrown out into the street. I made all of that disappear."

He snapped his fingers. It was louder than the shower that went pitter-patter in the back of her head. His snap was like thunder.

"Like that." Jaune hissed. "And if I wanted to, I can make it all come back, too. You're a smart girl, Yang."

Even as her hips shook, even as her body burned up, Yang could see it. She'd be out of Signal, Beacon would be a distant memory. What could've been. She'd heard stories about it from the older students, those that screwed up and got into trouble, real trouble. The kind of strength huntsmen and huntresses possessed could go to your head, after all, and her uncle never shied away from telling her that.

Didn't help that her mom, the woman who'd birthed her, was an example of that, too.

And to make matters worse, the fine. She remembered overhearing her mom, her real mom, talk about it. They'd lose the house, and Yang knew they'd not really have anywhere else to go. Uncle Qrow's place was tiny, and would no way keep a family of four, and mom wasn't making as much as she used to now that she wasn't an active huntress.

Lavender eyes met ultramarine. They seemed to blur even though she could feel them bore into her. She blinked, and it cleared for a moment before it started to blur again. Hot streaks came down her cheeks as Jaune's fingers caressed them.

"O-oh-" she hiccuped, "Okay. Okay."

It really had been too good to be true, hadn't it? All of this?

Jaune's grin made his eyes positively twinkle in the pale light of the shower. He leaned in close, so close she could feel his breath against her ear.

"Good girl."

And then he was up, his weight pulling back from her poor belly, and Yang felt herself gush at the relief. Still, the echo of it, the ghost of the sensation danced across her skin and somewhere deep inside her. She clenched at the memory of it.

Without thinking, she put a hand there, right below her belly button, and pushed.

"Hnng!…"

Yang felt herself squirm at the realization. She sobbed.

Jaune pulled her out of the shower and got her to wipe herself down with a towel while he did the same. It was an automatic thing, something Yang hadn't thought about, and she spent her time looking down at the plush carpet that covered the opposite half of the tiled floor. She couldn't even find it in herself to look at Jaune even though he was as naked as she was.

When she'd finished, he took the towel from her and led her to the carpet. Her hair still wet and sent lines of wetness down her back, her legs. The cold of the changing room making her shiver even as she leaked heat between her thighs and Jaune's fingers scorched lines over her skin. She felt her nipples stiffen.

He made her kneel.

It was an angry thing. Red and throbbing and terrifyingly large. She'd seen it over the CCT in her private moments, and sometimes caught sight of it at Signal, but never like this, and never this close. The heat of it warmed her skin as he stepped close. Maybe it was in contrast with the chill of the room. Yang wasn't sure.

"Use your hands."

Yang hand handled steel before. Signal students were made to make their own weapons, and she'd taken pride in putting together Ember Cecilia herself. The experience with the forge was a unique one, a memorable one. She'd neve forget how the white-hot iron had felt a she forged it, a cloud of heat that caused her to break out into a sweat even though she never touched it herself.

Jaune's cock reminded her of that. Molten hot, and she wondered if she'd have been burned if she didn't have aura.

When it throbbed in her fingers, she flinched. One of his hands landed on top of her head, and she looked up to see his unmoving, ultramarine eyes. Her hand shook as she wrapped her fingers around them again.

She felt him jolt, thrust forward into her palms. Yang almost jumped but held herself. Looking back to him, she saw his mouth just barely open.

It was surprisingly dry. Maybe he'd wiped it down when they got out? The movement was smooth but slow as she moved her hands up and down the shaft, going from bottom to top and back, her skin just barely brushing the head.

Yang could almost feel her palms start to get clammy, cold.

"Haven't done this before?"

She could tell he knew the answer just from whatever look she had. Did she look lost?

"Lick the tip." Was his response.

Yang hesitated.

Jaune did not.

His hand wrapped around the back of her head, tangling his fingers in a few strands. Part of her wanted to protest at that, stop him from manhandling her precious mane, but she didn't get the chance. He pulled her forward and planted his cockhead against her lips, the heat of it felt more intense like that, and the smell got stronger, too. It was Jaune. It was his smell, but compressed, intensified.

"Get spit all over it. Lots."

It was a bit salty, and it felt spongy against her tongue. All the same, the drool came easily, dripping down and coating the tip. Each pass of her tongue getting easier and easier.

Finally, Jaune let out a moan, and Yang felt heat once again start pooling at the bottom of her belly. She felt her legs shudder and squeeze together.

Going from licking his head to using her spit to ease her stroking by her hands took no further prompting. Her movements eventually turned into a steady glide as more of her spit wet Jaune's dick.

The wet squelching filled the room, interspersed with Jaune's grunts of pleasure. She squeezed around the shaft as it got easier to move her hands, the soft outside compressing until she could feel the hard iron that was its core. Yang's licks eventually picked up the taste of him, and the smell filled her mind with images of her dreams, but this time with his cock no longer a distant thing she could only imagine.

One of her hands cupped his balls when Jaune directed her to. The pair was heavy in her hand and wet with the drippings from his shaft. She fondled them and was, again, rewarded with a moan and thrust of his hips. The head of his cock entering her mouth entirely.

Pursing her lips around it, she swept her tongue around and gave it a suck.

"Yesssss," Jaune hissed, his hand at the back of her head closing to grip her hair. The sting of it causing Yang to cry around his cockhead, making him cheer at the vibration, "Oh that is good." He laughed, "I'm going to enjoy you, Yang. I can feel it."

Enjoy her, he said. Like she was some sort of thing. The thought made her lips purse, but she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the heat in her belly intensify at the idea. It wasn't fair. This had no business making her even hornier.

Yang didn't want to enjoy this!

His other hand reached out to run against her free locks while she continued to pleasure him. Each sound of approval he made made her pussy clench. Jaune's movements seemed to turn tender, his caresses of her head and hair would have been almost affectionate if not for the context of her situation. Here she was, in a changing room in a house he owned sucking him off and giving him a handjob.

Jaune's pulsed in her hands, the head of his cock throbbed inside her mouth.

Oh… oh gods. Was he-

"You have really nice hair, Yang." His voice had turned into low growl, predatory. "Your mom brags about how beautiful and soft it is. She's told me how proud you are of it."

Now his fingers were running through her locks, each digit felt like hot iron rods against her scalp. He knew. He knew and he was treating her hair like this?

"A-and I gotta say, she wasn't exaggerating. It feels really, really nice, Yang, and that's before you've gotten it completely dry." The lilt in his voice made her look up to meet his eyes. She could see a glint of an idea there, and she really didn't want to know what that would mean for her. "But honestly, maybe it being just a bit wet might suit me just fine right now."

Then he was manhandling her again, pulling away from her mouth while he took a handful of her hair - her hair! - and- a-and-

"Oh yessssss…" Jaune hissed, "I think I like this. Go on, Yang. Use your hands."

Her hands. Use them around what he'd done to her hair, that he knew she loved, and he wrapped it around his cock like he had the right to do as he pleased with her. Yang wanted to respond. To snap at him, or hit him for what he did.

Instead she just stared at the sight of it. He'd bundled up her hair into a small twist and wrapped it around his shaft several times. Jaune was large enough that it could coil about his length like a snake with her ends hanging down near his cock head like some sort of snake.

Jaune must have sensed her hesitation, putting both his hands on top of her own head, his shadow falling over both her vision and the length of hair that connected her to his dick.

"Not this, please." She'd whimpered. Yang couldn't recall a time where her voice was ever so small.

She could feel his hands squeeze about her crown, his fingertips digging in just enough to be almost painful. "You know you don't have a say in this, Yang."

"B-but what about my mom!" she answered, looking anywhere but at him or what he'd done to her, her eyes instead looking to the carpeted floor that was spotted with drops of water and her spit, the lockers, the polished tiles. "She'd come looking for us if we took much longer, right?"

At this he laughed. "I left her something to work on that'll take a few hours, Yang. And I had our food dropped off at my apartments so they're not expecting us at the dining room." Jaune's eyes seemed to glow as he grinned down at her, the sight of it terrifying as it was partially framed by the shadow of his arms over her face. The image of some terrible god.

"No one's coming, Yang. And you're smart enough to not talk, right?"

He was pulling her forward now. Jaune wasn't even interested in hearing her answer. He was already confident in it. Yang's dignity for her family's future, her future. It should have been an easy choice.

But why'd it have to be like this?

The wet cockhead was touching her lips again when Jaune spoke. "Keep the spit coming, Yang, and I want you to jack me off with your hair till I tell you to stop."

And just like that, she was back at it, her fingers now wrapping around her hair as she moved it up and down Jaune's cock. Her spit from earlier being absorbed by her hair and let her glide it up and down with minimal resistance. As she did to, she kept sucking on his tip, swirling her tongue around his spongy head and letting her spit drip down the shaft to join her hands and hair. Occasionally, she'd feel her strands brush against her lips. It was a light touch that was warm and wet from Jaune's cock and her spit.

She tried to blink back tears. She failed.

"Ah…" Jaune sighed above her, a quick thrust from his hips pushing deeper into her mouth and making her gag. His large cockhead was straining her jaw to an uncomfortable degree. She tried to pull back but he held her there, maybe enjoying the way the entrance to her throat squeezed as she choked out spit and cried about his cock. "Yes, keep it going like that." And he then pulled back to let her catch her breath. Her hand never stopped jerking him.

"So here's how this is going to - oh - work. You get to keep doing your usual duties. The training is important, alongside the other little bits like helping me out when I'm actually doing work, not that there's a lot of that." His fingers were going through her hair again, drawing light circles on her head. Yang felt her hips twitch, felt her arousal run down her thighs. She hoped he didn't notice.

"But when I go to your room, I can do what I want. Sometimes, I'll call you to mine. Sometimes, I'll do this again, and I'll take you here in the changing room. Maybe even the shower." Lifting her eyes, she looked to meet his even her vision blurred from the tears. "Anytime, anywhere, alright?"

A shiver ran up her spine at the thought.

"You don't have to worry about the other staff, of course. I don't particularly fancy an audience, so you can rest assured I'll keep our - oh that is good, Yang - meetings private." He sighed as he thrust into her mouth again. And when she started to choke he held her down, putting a hand at the back of her neck. She could feel his thumb stroking her nape.

"Keep that hand moving." She did so, picking up the pace that slowed down as she felt herself struggle to breathe amid her gagging. Spit and slime coming up and splashing unto his shaft and her hair.

"You'll be staying the rest of the summer, and you're only going home when school's about to start, understand?" It was becoming harder to hear him, his voice starting to sound distant.

Yang was too busy gagging on his cock. Her vision was starting to darken at the edges, and she couldn't pull back. She couldn't breathe very well, and any involuntary gasps just gave her a mouthful of cock.

Meanwhile, the heat in her belly had turned into a ball of molten iron.

And just when she thought she'd pass out, when the darkness was starting to extend to her hands and she knew that she wasn't moving them anymore, he pulled out.

The sound she made was like a dying animal, taking deep lungfuls of cock-scented air as she coughed and spit out saliva and slime from her throat even as she saw strings of the stuff connect to Jaune's cock. With renewed strength, she started jacking him again, the strands getting mixed in with her hair in a way that made her want to look away.

"You look so beautiful right now, Yang." Jaune whispered. She could hear the grin in his voice, the self-satisfied look he must have been wearing. "Oh… oh… And you feel so good… so, so good."

He was throbbing in her hands, seemingly growing even larger despite already being bigger than anything she'd seen on or off the CCT. Gods… it was happening.

Yang shut her eyes as she felt him take a hand off her head and wrap it around her grip on his cock. She didn't want to look.

But feel it she did. She felt it when he moved her grip and her hair to wrap around the head of his cock, and felt it as he started spasming.

It was liquid fire. Each spurt coming and coating her palm and her the bundle of hair that was under it, making the strands stick to her skin even as he moved her palm to cup around his head and rub. There was so much of it that it passed through the gaps between her fingers and dripped down the back of her hand.

Jaune groaned. It was a mix of satisfaction and triumph. The polar opposite of what Yang was feeling.

His hand let go of hers, but she somehow felt it grasp somewhere down his shaft. Yang didn't know what was happening until she felt another spurt of his cum getting squeezed unto her hair. He was squeezing out the remainder of it.

Then he removed his other hand from her head, freed his cock from the confines of her hair, and deposited the remainder of his load on her. Yang was thankful she'd closed her eyes now.

"That's a good look on you, Yang," He said as she felt his molten cum drip down her face and over the crown of her head. It slid down her hair. It slid down her hair. Her eyes were coated over so thickly she doubted she could open them. "I think I'll take a photo. For posterity."

Yang could only whimper.

~TtT~

Jaune was pleased, very pleased.

That had gone well, and he'd made sure to go over with Yang one more time how things were going to work before he left. He'd be coming to her room tonight to have some fun with her again, and he'd likely have her spend the weekend in his room.

He'd cleaned up his cock on her hair before changing and coming up to his room, leaving Yang behind to clean herself up.

Summer really hadn't been kidding. She really had the softest hair. With her spit as lube, it had been quite the experience, and he was looking forward to playing with it more. Honestly, though, it had been her reactions that had taken the cake for him. Yang had been such a fiery thing the past week he'd known her, and there was something arousing about seeing her so cowed, even as he saw her quash the desire to do something about the way he handled her hair.

It only made Jaune want to do things there, even more.

He was entering his apartments now, closing the door to the study behind him before moving towards the little security room where he kept his weapons when they weren't in use as well as several other things.

The smell hit him first, followed by the sound of heavy panting and the moaning of his favorite girl.

"Ah…Ah…Oh- Oh Yang."

It was dark, now that he'd closed the door. Only the blue-white light from the screens lighting up the room and reflecting on Summer's sweat-covered skin. It glistened as it ran down her forehead, her neck, her collar, dipping into the valley of her lactating breasts as she squeezed one and rubbed her clit.

She'd had the decency to use a plastic chair. Considerate enough to not get her fluids all over the leather seat he usually used when he was going over footage of fights.

He was thankful because she'd made a puddle on the seat and it was dripping down to the floor in strings, glistening in the darkness.

"Hello, Summer." Jaune said as he approached, walking around so she could meet his eyes. "I see you enjoyed the show."

The changing room Yang used had been equipped with a camera and mic to allow him to watch her bathing. Today, Summer had used it to watch Jaune take the girl for the first time. Looking at it, the sequence of his cumming on the blonde girl was running on loop, sounds and all.

Summer's panting didn't stop, but she didn't speak as she slid off the chair and fell to her knees before him. It was seconds later that his pants were down and his cock was out, a moment later that it was down her throat she was suffocating on it.

"Hands behind your back, Summer." She obeyed immediately as he reached up and wrapped his fingers in her hair. He could feel her hips start to shake, her orgasm finally starting now that he was here with her. He could feel her juices landing on his toes as she squirted.

"And feel free to pass out. I think I'd like to have you warming my cock while I go over what I did to your daughter."

The moaning suction, her breaths stoppered by his girth, was all the answer he needed.

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