The evening approached, and Marinette donned as Ladybug headed to the Agreste mansion with a newfound sense of purpose. She knew that she had to keep up the facade of two separate identities to effectively seduce and control Hawkmoth. Her plan was to leave him craving more, to tease him until he could bear it no longer. The anticipation of this night filled her with a thrill that matched the vibrant red and black of her costume.
Marinette made her way to the Agreste mansion under the cover of darkness, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew what she had to do, knew that she had to give him a taste of his own medicine. As Ladybug, she had the power to make him squirm, to make him feel the same desperate need that he had subjected her to all day. She had plotted her revenge meticulously, her mind racing with scenarios of how she would take control. She felt a thrill run through her as she slipped into her tight, skintight suit, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts looked full and round, the costume's cups pushing them up and out, her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin material. Her pussy was barely concealed by the suit's thin strip, a deliberate tease that she knew would drive him wild.
As she entered his chambers, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the windows, casting shadows that danced across her skintight suit. Her abs, toned from her rigorous superhero training, flexed ever so slightly with each movement, taunting the man beneath the mask of Hawkmoth. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, showcasing every curve, every inch of her body that she had worked so hard to maintain. The sight of her in this attire was enough to make any man weak at the knees, and she revelled in the power it gave her.
Gabriel, unable to resist the allure of Ladybug, watched as she moved closer to him. Her hips swayed with confidence as his eyes followed the contours of her body, the way the suit hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. The way her breasts moved with each step, the outline of her nipples poking through the fabric, was a silent invitation that his mind couldn't ignore.
Ladybug's eyes gleamed with mischief as she strutted towards him, her hips rolling in a way that made the fabric of her suit cling to her curves like a second skin. Every step she took echoed with the promise of what was to come, her abs rippling with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. She knew she had him, hook, line, and sinker, and she revelled in the power she held over him. His eyes darted over her form, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of her.
Gabriel could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he watched her approach. The way the suit hugged her ass was driving him wild, and the way it framed her pussy, leaving just enough to the imagination, was like a siren's call that he couldn't resist. The material was so thin that he could almost make out the outline of her labia, and the thought of what lay beneath was driving him crazy. He felt his self-control slipping, and he knew that tonight was going to be one he'd never forget.
Marinette, knew exactly what she was doing. She had studied his every move, every gesture, every time he had looked at her as Marinette. She knew what he liked, what made him tick. And now, she was going to use that knowledge to push him to the brink.
"I see you've been enjoying the view, Mr. Agreste," she said, her voice a purr that made his cock throb. She sauntered closer, her hips swaying in a way that made the fabric of her skintight suit cling to her curves like a lover's embrace. The sight of her abdomen, so toned and defined, was almost too much to bear. Each ripple of her abs as she moved sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through him.
Gabriel's eyes followed her like a hawk, his mind racing with thoughts of peeling the fabric away to reveal her bare breasts, to feel the heat of her body against his own. He could feel his self-control slipping, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, a thick, veiny beast demanding to be free.
Ladybug could see the hunger in Gabriel's eyes as he took in her skintight suit. She knew that every inch of exposed skin was a direct challenge to his control, a promise of what lay beneath the costume. She stepped closer, the fabric of her suit stretching over her curvaceous hips, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. The way the suit hugged her abs, leaving them on full display, was like a declaration of war against his self-control.
"How about we do something interesting tonight" Ladybug began, her voice trailing off as she stepped closer to him. The way the moonlight hit her skintight suit made it almost seem as if she were naked, the fabric so thin that it was like a second skin, revealing every inch of her.
Gabriel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts looked like two ripe peaches, the nipples poking through the almost transparent fabric, begging for his touch. Her abs rippled as she moved, each muscle defined and tantalizing, the suit clinging to her like a lover's hand. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself.
"What do you propose, Ladybug?" he asked, his voice strained with lust.
"Oh, I have a few ideas," she replied with a mischievous smile. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, the fabric of her suit leaving nothing to the imagination. He could feel her heat, smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it was driving him wild.
"I think you're going to love them," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She began to trace her fingers along his chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"How about I use my lucky charm to decide on something fun for us?" Ladybug suggested, her voice a sultry whisper. She reached for her yoyo, the symbol of her power, and spun it in the air. It hovered for a moment, a blur of red and black, before descending into her outstretched hand. With a playful smirk, she revealed a Monopoly game. "Looks like the fates have spoken," she said, setting the board on the floor between them.
Gabriel's eyes widened, taking in the sight of Ladybug in such a playful mood. He watched as she gracefully knelt down, the skintight suit revealing every curve of her body. The fabric clung to her like a lover's embrace, showcasing the fullness of her breasts, the tighness of her audacious abs, and the daring outline of her pussy. The wetness of her desire was almost palpable, and the way she flaunted her body made his cock throb painfully within the confines of his pants.
"A game of Monopoly, Ladybug?" he questioned, trying to keep his voice steady.
"But of course, with a twist," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She pulled out a set of cards from the game box, each one titled "Punishment." The sight of the cards made his heart race with anticipation. "Every time you land on my hotel, you have to pick a card for your punishment. And every time I land on your hotel, I'll have to pick a card," she said with a wink.
The idea was ludicrous, yet thrilling. The thought of Ladybug dolling out punishments sent his imagination spiraling into a whirlwind of erotic scenarios. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, as he took a seat across from her. The fabric of her suit was so thin, it was practically see-through, and every time she leaned forward, her breasts threatened to spill out. Each time she bent over to place a house on her property, her ass was on full display, the suit's fabric clinging to the curve of her cheeks.
Gabriel tried to keep his thoughts in check, but his mind kept drifting to the last time they had been so close. The way she had whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heavy with desire. The feel of her hand on his thigh, her fingers inching closer and closer to his cock. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust his swollen erection, which was now begging for release.
Ladybug noticed his discomfort and took delight in it. She leaned forward, placing her hand on the board, her breasts spilling out of the suit, the fabric now clinging to her like a second skin. The sight of her nipples, now clearly visible, was too much for him to bear. His eyes darted down to her abs, the fabric of her suit stretching over them like a tight, wet t-shirt, showcasing every ripple and curve.
"Shall we start, Mr. Agreste?" Ladybug said, her voice dripping with playfulness as she handed him the dice. Gabriel took them, his eyes never leaving the tempting expanse of skin she was flaunting. He threw the dice, the numbers landing with a clatter that seemed to echo in the tense silence of the room.
As the game began, Ladybug made sure to lean in close every time she moved her token, the scent of her arousal teasing him, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each gesture. She watched his gaze linger on her chest, the thin fabric of her suit leaving nothing to the imagination. She knew he was thinking about her, about what lay beneath that thin layer of red and black. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and she reveled in it.
"Looks like you're going to have to pay rent, Mr. Agreste," she said, her voice a purr as she placed a hotel on her property.
Gabriel swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the cards. "And what kind of punishment will that be?" he asked, his voice strained.
Ladybug picked up the card and read it with an innocent smile. "Remove your shirt."
Gabriel's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected the game to take such a turn. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on her breasts, which seemed to be fighting against the fabric of her suit, eager to break free. He stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt. The sight of Ladybug's body, barely concealed, was driving him wild. Her abs, so toned and defined, were a masterpiece of nature, a sculpture that he wanted to trace with his fingers and mouth.
As he removed his shirt, Ladybug's eyes raked over his chest, taking in the sight of his defined muscles and the trail of dark hair that led down to his waistband. She bit her bottom lip, the urge to touch him growing stronger by the second. "Very good, Mr. Agreste," she murmured, her voice thick with deception. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as she watched his chest heave with desire.
Gabriel's eyes never left her as he rolled the dice again, his mind racing with thoughts of what the next punishment might be. The sight of her in that skintight suit was like a drug, and he was becoming addicted to the way she flaunted her body, so close yet so far. He threw the dice, and this time they landed on "Chance". Ladybug leaned in, her breasts grazing his arm as she picked up the card.
"Ah, this is a good one," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she picked up the Chance card. "You landed on 'Go Back Three Spaces'." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against the arm of the chair, and whispered, "But since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you skip your turn and choose a punishment card instead."
Gabriel's cock twitched in his pants as he took the card from her. The fabric of her suit was so tight that he could see the outline of her nipples, and the thought of her being so close, yet so untouchable, was driving him crazy. He read the card aloud, his voice a little shaky. "
"You must kiss Ladybug's hand for five seconds."
"Oh, really?" Ladybug said with a smirk. She extended her hand, her eyes locked on his. "Well, I guess we'll have to make it count, then."
Gabriel leaned in, his heart racing. He took her hand in his, and the moment his lips touched her skin, a jolt of electricity shot through him. He felt her tremble, and he knew she was feeling it too. He kissed her hand, his eyes never leaving hers, and the warmth of her skin sent waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her breathing quicken, and he knew she was just as affected as he was.
"Your turn, Ladybug," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
"But of course," she replied, picking up the dice and rolling them with a flourish. The dice danced across the board before coming to rest on his hotel.
"Looks like it's time for me to collect my rent," she said with a wink, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. The fabric of her suit was now completely transparent, and he could see the rosy peaks of her nipples, begging for his attention.
Ladybug leaned over the board, her breasts threatening to spill out of the suit, as she placed her hotel. "Looks like you're going to have to pay up," she said with a devilish smile.
Gabriel couldn't take his eyes off her, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like a second skin, the tightness of it highlighting every curve of her body. Her abs were a work of art, each muscle defined and flexing as she moved, the thin strip of fabric over her pussy doing little to hide the fact that she was bare beneath it. "What's the punishment?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Let's see," she said, her eyes scanning the cards. She picked one up and read it out loud, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Let the other person sit on your lap"
Gabriel's cock twitched in his pants at the thought, and Ladybug could see the hunger in his eyes. She knew that this was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She stood up, the skintight suit clinging to her like a second skin, and began to sway to the rhythm of a silent melody. The fabric of her suit stretched over her hips, her abs flexing with each movement, the suit's fabric sticking to her like glue, revealing the curve between her legs.
Her breasts bounced with each step, the nipples poking through the thin material, begging for his eyes. She knew that he was watching her, his gaze ravenous, and she reveled in the power she held over him. She sat down on his lap, her transparent, almost see-through suit sticking to her skin like a second layer of it. She could feel the heat of his cock through the fabric, and it was like a beacon, guiding her movements. She leaned back into him, her body arching in a way that made him gasp.
"You're going to have to hold me up, Mr. Agreste," she said with a coy smile, placing her arms around his neck. "I don't want to fall over."
Gabriel's hands found their way to her hips, gripping her firmly as he tried to keep his thoughts in check. The fabric of her suit was so thin and tight that it was as if she were naked, her breasts heaving with each breath she took, the nipples poking through like little pebbles. He could feel the warmth of her pussy against his cock, the fabric of her suit sticking to her skin, leaving nothing to the imaginatio.
"Is this...comfortable for you?" he managed to ask, his voice a mere whisper.
"Oh, it's perfect," Ladybug replied, her voice dripping with seduction. She began to wiggle her hips slightly, grinding herself against him. "I like being this close to you."
The way she said it made him want to rip the suit off her and claim her right then and there. But he knew that wouldn't be part of the game. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Ladybug took the opportunity to lean back into him, her back pressing into his chest, the fabric of her suit stretching over them like a second skin. She could feel his heart racing beneath her, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.
With a smirk, Ladybug began to grind her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm against the hardness in his lap, feigning innocence as she leaned back into his chest. She could feel the tension in his body, his cock pressing against her ass through the thin barrier of their costumes. His breath was hot and uneven against her neck, and she knew he was fighting the urge to claim her.
"Mr. Agreste, is something the matter?" she asked, her voice as sweet as honey. She looked up at him with wide, doe eyes, a picture of innocence.
Gabriel's grip on her hips tightened as he struggled to form words. Her breasts jiggled with each grind, the fabric of her suit stretching and clinging to her in a way that made his mouth water. The way her abs rippled with each movement was like watching a fine wine swirl in a glass, mesmerizing and intoxicating. He could see the outline of her pussy, the fabric painted onto her skin like a second layer of it. It was as if he could reach out and touch her, but the costume was a frustratingly thin barrier that kept him from the prize he so desperately crav.
"I-I'm fine, Ladybug," he managed to stutter, his eyes glued to the hypnotic sway of her hips. The suit she wore was like a second skin, highlighting every inch of her body, from the curve of her breasts to the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the tightness of her abs. It was a dance of seduction, and he was her willing audience, his cock standing at full attention, begging for release.
"I'm so glad to hear that," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. She leaned back into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, the fabric of her suit so thin it was like nothing was there. He could feel the heat of her body, the dampness of her pussy through the material, and it was driving him wild. "Now, let's continue this game, shall we?"
Ladybug picked up the dice, her eyes never leaving his. She rolled them across the board, the sound echoing in the quiet room. They landed on his hotel, and she couldn't help but smile. "Looks like it's your turn to pick a punishment," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Gabriel reached for the deck of cards, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. He drew one and read it aloud, trying to keep his voice steady. "You must kiss Ladybug's neck for five seconds."
Marinette, still maintaining her Ladybug persona, giggled playfully. She turned her head, exposing the smooth, unblemished skin of her neck to him, the red of her costume contrasting starkly with her alabaster complexion. The suit she wore was so tight it was like a second layer of skin, leaving no room for modesty. The fabric clung to her breasts, showcasing their perky fullness, the nipples standing at attention and begging for his touch.
As he leaned in, the scent of her perfume filled his senses, a sweet, intoxicating blend that made his head swim. His eyes drifted down to the tight, wet strip of fabric that barely covered her pussy, and he felt his cock throb in response. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin lightly. She gasped, the sound sending a shiver down his spine .He could feel her heart racing, the pulse in her neck beating like a drum against his lips. Her breasts pushed against his chest, the fabric of her suit stretching taut over them like a bow waiting to be unstrung. Each breath she took made her abs ripple, the tightness of her suit showcasing the toned, sculpted muscles that lay beneath. He wanted to explore them with his hands, to trace the lines of her body with his fingertips, but he knew he had to play along.
"I'm not sure if that was a punishment or a reward?" she giggled, leaning back into his embrace, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Gabriel's breath hitched as her breasts brushed against his chest. He couldn't help but admire the way her costume clung to her body, highlighting every curve and muscle. Her abs rippled with each laugh, the fabric sticking to her skin like a second layer of it. Her collarbone was a work of art, the sharp angles and smooth skin begging for his touch. Her neck was long and slender, and he couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her again, feeling the pulse of her vein beneath his lips.
"What's the matter, Mr Agreste?" she asked, her voice thick with desire. "You seem a little... distracted."
"Oh, it's nothing," he replied, his voice a playful purr. She leaned back, her hand reaching for her yoyo, which she began to twirl around her finger. The way her breasts jiggled with the motion was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but stare. The fabric of her suit was so thin that he could see the dark circles of her areolae, the fabric clinging to her like a second skintight layer of skin.
"Well then, I guess its my turn" she said, her eyes sparkling.
Gabriel nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as she leaned forward to place her token. Her breasts, barely contained by the translucent, skintight suit, spilled out, the fabric stretching taut over the peaks of her nipples. He could see the faint outline of her abs beneath the suit, the muscles rippling with each breath she took. The way she sat, her legs crossed and her back arched, made the fabric cling to her skin like a lover's embrace, highlighting the curve of her hips and the tightness of her pussy.
He felt his cock swell in his pants, straining against the fabric. The sight of her, so confident and in control, was driving him wild. He watched as she leaned back, her breasts pressing into the chair, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like glu. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the damp spot between her legs, the outline of her pussy clear and inviting. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.
"What's the matter, Mr. Agreste?" she asked, her voice a siren's song. "You seem a little... tense."
Gabriel's eyes followed her every move, his mind racing with thoughts of peeling her out of that suit and exploring her body. The way she flaunted her assets, so close yet so far, was pure torture. He felt his hands itch to reach out and touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her abs. The sight of her in that suit was driving him crazy, the fabric so tight and transparent it was like she was wearing nothing at all.
Gabriel couldn't hide the bulge in his pants any longer. His cock was a steel rod, demanding to be released. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "It's just the game, Ladybug. It's quite... intense."
Ladybug's eyes flicked down, noticing his arousal. A wicked smile played on her lips as she shifted slightly, grinding herself against him teasingly. Gabriel's eyes went wide, and he struggled to suppress a groan. The suit she wore was so tight it might as well have been painted on, and the way it clung to her body was a visual feast he could hardly resist. Her breasts bounced with the motion, the fabric so thin that he could see the outline of her nipples, hard and begging for attention.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Agreste?" she asked sweetly, feigning innocence. "You seem a bit... distracted."
Gabriel's cock grew to its full length, straining against the confines of his pants. He couldn't believe the effect she had on him, and it was taking every ounce of self-control not to rip her suit off and claim her right there. The way she sat, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle, made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"No, Ladybug, I'm just... enjoying the game," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the tightness of her abs and the way the fabric of her suit stretched over her breasts. He could see the rosy peaks of her nipples poking through, the dark circles of her areolae stark against the red.
Her smile grew wider as she leaned over to pick up the dice, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like a second skin. She rolled them and watched as they bounced across the board, landing on one of his properties. "Looks like I'm going to have to pay rent," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"And what's your punishment for that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Let's see," she said, picking up the top card from the punishment deck. "Unzip your suit till your bra"
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement run through her body. She had been waiting for this moment, the moment where she could push Gabriel's buttons just a little bit more. She reached behind her and slowly began to slowly play with her zipper, her eyes never leaving his. Her heart raced as she felt his cock throb against her thigh. She knew that he was struggling to keep his cool, but she could see the hunger in his eyes. The way he stared at her, as if he could see through the thin red fabric, made her pussy clench with desire.
Gabriel's eyes widened as the zipper of Ladybug's suit began to lower. He watched in awe as the fabric parted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone, her skin pale and smooth as moonlight. She shifted slightly on his lap, and he felt the heat from her pussy through the thin barrier of their costumes. His cock, already at full attention, strained painfully against his pants, and he had to fight the urge to push her down onto the bed and take her right there.
Her eyes never left his as she leaned back, the fabric of her suit stretching taut over her breasts, the nipples clearly visible through the material. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with thoughts of peeling the suit off her and worshiping her body. The way the suit hugged her curves was like a lover's caress, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could see the tightness of her abs, the muscles flexing and releasing as she moved, the fabric sticking to her skin like a second layer of it.
"Ladybug," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "What are you doing to me?"
"Just following the rules of the game," she said, her voice a purr. She leaned back, her breasts pressing into him, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like a second skin. The tightness of her pussy was like a vice around his cock, and he could feel himself losing control. She began to grind her hips, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Is this what you want, Mr. Agreste?"
Gabriel's hands found their way to her waist, his thumbs brushing against the fabric of her suit, tracing the lines of her abs. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his mind a whirlwind of desire. He could see the outline of her pussy, the fabric so thin it might as well have been invisible.
Ladybug pulled her zipper down a bit more, revealing the top of her lacy black bra, and she leaned back into him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is this better?" she whispered, her breath hot against his neck.
Gabriel's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. The red of her costume contrasted sharply with the black lace of her lingerie, the fabric of her suit so thin that it was almost see-through. He could see the curve of her breasts, the tightness of her abs, the wetness of her pussy. His cock throbbed in his pants, begging for release, and he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "Yes, this...this is good," he stuttered, his voice strained.
Her hips began to move again, this time with a more deliberate rhythm, and he felt the fabric of her suit stick to his cock, the warmth and outline of her pussy making his mouth water. He knew that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and it was driving him wild. He leaned in, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck as his hands slid around her waist, his thumbs brushing the fabric of her suit.
"I think you're enjoying this game a bit too much, Mr. Agreste," she murmured, her voice filled with amusement.
He couldn't argue with that. Every move she made, every sound she made, was like a siren's call to his libido. He could feel his self-control slipping away, the desire to claim her becoming overwhelming. "You have no idea," he murmured back, his voice a low growl.
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and unfulfilled needs. Ladybug could feel the heat from his body, the tension in his muscles, the way he was fighting to keep his hands to himself. She knew that she had him, that he was hers for the taking.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to the curve of Ladybug's breasts, the way the fabric of her suit clung to her like a lover's embrace. He could see the lacy edge of her bra, and it was all he could do not to rip it off her. The sight of her bare skin, her collarbone so close to his mouth, was driving him insane. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. Her scent was like a drug, and he was hopelessly addicted.
As she sat on his lap, her hips moving in a slow, seductive rhythm, he couldn't help but stare at the wet spot between her legs. The suit was so tight, so transparent, that it was like she was wearing nothing at all. He could see the outline of her pussy, the fabric painted onto her skin like a second layer of it. It was like watching a dance of seduction, each move calculated to drive him wild. And it was working. His cock was a beast, straining against his pants, demanding to be set free.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You look breathtaking, Ladybug," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. "Am I?" she whispered back, her voice playful. She shifted slightly, grinding her pussy against his cock through the thin barrier of their costumes. She could feel the heat from his body, the tension in his muscles. She knew that if she wanted to, she could make him cum right there. But she had to be patient. This was a game of seduction, and she had to play it just right.
Gabriel's eyes widened as she leaned back, her collarbone begging for his teeth to graze it. The suit she wore was so tight it was like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could see the faint outline of her abs, the way the fabric clung to her like a lover's embrace. Her breasts, barely contained by the thin red fabric, jiggled with every movement she made. The sight was more than he could bear, his cock straining against his pant, desperate to be free.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, and she gasped as he kissed her collarbone, his teeth lightly grazing her skin. The sound sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she could feel her pussy clench. She knew she had to keep playing the game, and keep up the act, but it was getting harder by the second. The way his cock pressed against her thigh was a constant reminder of what was at stake here.
Marinette leaned back further, her breasts pressing into his chest, the fabric of her suit sticking to her like glue. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, his eyes devouring her body. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with innocent curiosity. "Is something wrong, Mr. Agreste?"
"N-no, Ladybug," he stuttered, his voice thick with lust. "I'm just... enjoying the game."
The way her abs rippled with each breath she took was like watching a work of art come to life. His eyes followed the contours of her body, down to the tightness of her pussy, the fabric of her suit so thin it was like it wasn't there at all. He could see the outline of her clit, the way it pulsed with each beat of her heart.