CHAPTER 80: LOCATION DOESN’T MATTER [R-18]

’This game’s tight—quick, sharp, makes her jiggle like crazy.’

He liked table tennis, the speed, the precision, the way it let him play with her, his shots always angled to make her stretch, bend, jump, her curves a constant show, it all kept him at the edge but it was okay.

He sent a spinning shot, low and fast, forcing her to dive, her ass high, her breasts bouncing, her white hair whipping, her swing missing, the ball skidding off the table.

"Point," Deus said, his voice cocky, stepping closer, his muscular frame towering, his eyes glinting with lust, his hand brushing her arm.

"You’re fun to watch, Ivana." His tone was teasing, his touch sparking jolts through her, her thighs pressing together, her dark eyes wide, aroused, her heart racing.

They played on, Ivana’s movements sensual—her thick thighs shifting, ass jiggling, breasts bouncing, white hair swaying, sweat glistening, her snug top and shorts a tease, her every swing a show.

Deus dominated, his godly reflexes untouchable, his shots precise, his angles cruel, making her jiggle in all the right ways, his eyes feasting, his cock throbbing, his divine control keeping the game one-sided.

Ivana fought hard, her moans soft, her pussy dripping, her body pushed to its limit, her white hair loose, her sportswear soaked, her dark eyes glowing with respect and desire.

The match ended, Deus’s score crushing, his final shot a smashing spin that Ivana couldn’t touch, the ball bouncing off the table, her ass thrust high as she lunged, her perky breasts heaving, her white hair splayed, her body collapsing against the table, panting, defeated but radiant.

"You win... again," she gasped, her voice soft, sexy,, her thick thighs trembling, her snug top clinging, her dark eyes wide with awe, her devotion to her god burning brighter.

"Too easy," Deus said, smirking, leaning against the table, his silver hair catching the lamplight, his muscular frame relaxed, his glowing eyes locked on her sweaty, jiggling curves.

’Table tennis is dope—fast, keeps her moving, and that body... fuck.’ He liked the game, the quick hits, the way it showcased Ivana’s assets, his divine power making it a playful domination, her bounces a bonus.

"This is the last... They’re more, but there’s little time to go through all of them..." Ivana said, her voice soft, a bit breathless, her white hair loose, strands sticking to her flushed face, her snug top and shorts clinging to her sweat-slicked curves.

Her perky breasts heaved, her big but perfect ass quivered faintly, her dark eyes glinting with exhaustion and a spark of arousal, the gaming room warm with their shared heat.

Deus smiled, a wicked glint in his glowing eyes, his silver hair shimmering under the soft lamps. He grabbed her wrist, quick and firm, dragging her backward, her body yielding, her back pressing softly against his chiseled chest, her round ass nestling against his crotch, his hardening cock twitching through his pants. She could feel his cock pressing against her butt

The contact sent a jolt through her, her pussy tingling, her breath hitching. "Is it really?" he whispered, his voice low, sultry, his hot breath grazing her ear, sparking shivers down her spine, her thick thighs pressing together, her arousal soaking her shorts.

His hands slid under her snug top, fingers tracing her flat stomach, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of heat as they climbed to her perky breasts, fondling them softly, his palms cupping their youthful weight, squeezing just right.

His thumbs brushed her dark nipples, rubbing them to hardness, her breath quickening, her body trembling.

"Hmmm..." Ivana moaned softly, her voice a needy whimper, her head tilting back, pressing against his shoulder, her white hair splaying, her pussy dripping, the sensation of his hands on her tits overwhelming, her joints weak with lust.

’We’re about to do it here...’ she thought, her heart racing, her pussy soaked, glistening with arousal, craving Deus’s dick.

Location didn’t matter to him—kitchen, gaming room, didn’t give a fuck—and it didn’t matter to her either. She was horny as hell, wanting nothing more than him inside her, filling her, claiming her.

Her fingers fumbled, tugging down her shorts and panties in one swift motion, the fabric sliding over her thick thighs, pooling at her feet, her juicy pussy exposed, wet and ready, glistening in the lamplight, her scent mixing with the room’s leather and wood.

Ivana lifted her top, just enough to bare her perky breasts, the fabric bunched under her armpits, her dark nipples hard, inviting, giving Deus free rein to play as he wished.

He turned her around, his hands gripping her waist, lifting her effortlessly, his godly strength making her feel light as air. His hard cock, straining through his pants, rubbed her slick cunt as he carried her, the friction sparking moans from her lips, her hands wrapping around his shoulders, her breasts pressing against his chest, their softness squishing, her nipples grazing his shirt, sending jolts through her core.

He sat her on a nearby table, the wood cool against her big ass, her thighs spread, her pussy dripping, her white hair splaying, her dark eyes half-lidded with lust.

Deus leaned in, his lips closing over one hard nipple, sucking firm, his tongue flicking, teasing, while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Ivana bit her lip, moaning.

"~Ahn~ Deus..." her voice was shaky, her pussy clenching, her thighs trembling, the pleasure sharp, her joints weak, her body arching, offering more of herself, her white hair swaying, sweat beading on her flushed face.

Deus played with her tits, the perky breasts that had distracted him through every sport demo—football, badminton, archery, table tennis—sucking, kneading, teasing to his satisfaction, her moans a fucking symphony, her body a playground for his lust.

When he was done, her nipples wet and throbbing, he lifted her off the table, his hands firm on her waist, positioning her for his cock.

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A/N:

Mass release chap 7/10