CHAPTER 134: PRESS

Lor’s fingers moved slowly, the cool mint oil slicking every inch of Sophia’s trembling skin as he slid down past her navel and into the waistband of her pale pink cotton panties, the fabric damp with her arousal.

She gasped the moment his fingertips brushed the heat of her soaked folds—swollen, trembling, sensitive, her pussy dripping with need.

"Lor..." she breathed, her voice caught between panic and craving, her blue eyes wide, her blonde twin tails swaying as her petite frame tensed, her small breasts heaving under the open air, nipples hard and pink.

But he only leaned closer, his other hand still gently kneading her breast, thumb circling her nipple with slow reverence, the mint oil tingling against her skin.

"This," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek, his hazel eyes soft but hungry, "is me being grateful."

His fingers dipped lower, parting her wet lips gently, feeling just how slick she was—pulsing, dripping, her pussy clenching at the lightest touch.

"You gave yourself to the Light... and to me," he whispered, his voice like velvet wrapped around sin, his cock twitching faintly in his pants at her response. "You offered your body... your trust."

He kissed her—just below her ear, soft and slow, his lips lingering as his fingers began to stroke her properly, up and down, circling her clit once, twice, then slipping two fingers into her needy pussy with a wet, obscene sound that made them both shiver, her walls gripping him tightly.

"L-Lor," Sophia whimpered, her voice trembling, her small breasts rising with quick breaths, her pussy throbbing around his fingers. "No—no, I..."

Her breath hitched.

His fingers pushed deeper, curling against her sensitive spot, the mint oil tingling inside her.

"...I—gods—I... fine," she gasped, her resolve crumbling, her back arching helplessly as her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut, her slick pussy folds grinding into his hand with every slow thrust of his cold fingers.

He played her like an slutty instrument—his thumb pressing just right against her firm clit, slow circles that drove her lean hips wild, his palm cradling her mound with warmth and power, the slick oil making every movement smooth and decadent.

His other hand gripped her small breast firmly, massaging and pinching her firm nipple as he licked a trail up her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin, drinking her breath.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, mouth open, her moans breaking free in soft gasps, each thrust of his fingers drawing another helpless sound, her pussy soaking his hand, dripping onto the bed.

"Lor... Lor, I—fuck—it feels..."

She didn’t finish.

She just kissed him, sloppy and needful, her tongue slipping against his, her hips rolling harder against his hand, her small breasts pressing against his chest, nipples rubbing against his skin through the mint oil’s cool tingle.

And then—

"Uh, guys—" Lia said suddenly from the side, her voice sharp, breathless, uncertain, her curvy figure tense as she knelt nearby, one hand on her plush thigh, the other curled tightly around the edge of the mattress, her green eyes wide, freckled cheeks flushed, her generous chest heaving in her dark green lace bra, her pussy throbbing faintly under her cum-streaked panties.

Lor turned slightly, his mouth shiny from Sophia’s kiss, his fingers still buried deep in her trembling pussy, her walls clenching around him as she whimpered.

He met Lia’s gaze, her green eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal.

Then leaned in.

And kissed her.

No words.

Just heat.

Just want.

Lia froze for a half-second—then melted into it with a muffled moan, her lips opening under his, her fingers reaching up into his tousled black hair, tugging gently, her pussy pulsing harder as his tongue brushed hers.

Her generous chest pressed against the bed, her plush thighs trembling as she leaned into him, the scent of lavender oil and her own arousal mixing in the air.

Sophia whimpered in his lap, his fingers working faster inside her now, palm pressed tight to her clit, the mint oil tingling against her swollen folds, her thighs shaking as she tried to stay upright, her small breasts heaving with each desperate breath.

"Lor—fuck—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—"

And then she broke.

Her body arched, her legs clamped tight around his hand, and she cried out against his chest.

Her voice muffled by his skin as her orgasm hit, hard and hot and messy, her pussy soaking his fingers, pulsing around them in waves, the mint oil amplifying every sensation as she shuddered, her small breasts bouncing, her twin tails swaying wildly.

Lor held her tight as she shook, his fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out her release as her pussy dripped onto his hand, the bed, her thighs.

Lia, still kissing him, moaned softly into his mouth, her green eyes half-lidded, her pussy throbbing as she felt the heat of Sophia’s climax, her own body trembling with unspent desire, her generous chest rising with quick breaths.

Lor’s fingers slowly slipped from between Sophia’s trembling thighs, glistening with her slick, the scent of her climax clinging to the air like incense, her petite frame collapsing gently against his side, her breathing shallow, her small breasts heaving with satisfaction, her blue eyes dazed but glowing with post-orgasmic haze.

But Lor turned his gaze.

Lia.

Her green eyes were locked on his, cheeks burning crimson, breath coming fast—her curvy body still kneeling on the bed, her freckled chest rising with every pulse of anticipation, her dark green lace panties damp with arousal.

She said nothing, just nodded slowly, her plush thighs trembling, her pussy throbbing faintly with unspoken need.

Lor moved toward her like a predator that had already tasted the first course, his lean frame sliding closer, his hazel eyes darkening with hunger.

He reached behind her, fingers slipping under the soft strap of her lace bra, her skin warm and damp from sweat.

He leaned in, brushing her ear with his lips, his breath hot. "Your turn."