Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Instead of taking him into her mouth immediately, she tilted her head, tongue lolling out—pink and wet.

Her tongue flattened against his shaft, dragging upward in one slow, wet stripe—slrrp~—saliva glistening in its wake as she savored the salt-heavy musk of his skin.

Mn~

She paused, lips parted, breath hot against his twitching cock before lifting it slightly—her fingers tightening around the base—and tapping the swollen tip against her tongue.

Tap~ Tap~

His pre-cum smeared across her taste buds, thick and bitter-sweet, making her throat clench with want.

Ah~ uwah~ 'Why do I love tasting his cock so much?'

The thought flickered through her mind just as her lips finally sealed around him—mmfph~—her tongue swirling sloppily around his tip, lapping up the bitter-salt of his pre-cum as it oozed against her taste buds.

Schlrp~

Her movements were eager but unrefined, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked lightly, then harder—glrk~—her throat fluttering around the intrusion.

Her actions were raw and one could tell she wasn't used to this. But for Don, that was part of her innocent beauty and erotic nature.

Don's breath hitched as Samantha's wet mouth worked on the swollen tip of his cock—ah~—her lips stretched tight around his girth, saliva already dripping down his shaft in thick, glistening strands.

Schlrp~ Her tongue pressed flat against his frenulum, lapping up the bitter pre-cum leaking from him in trembling pulses.

Mn~

She pulled back with a wet pop~, strands of spit connecting her lips to his cock for a heartbeat before snapping.

Her chest heaved, breasts jiggling with each pant~, nipples pebbled tight against the cool air.

After catching her breath a little, Samantha looked poised to take in Don's cock once again, but his fingers tightened in Samantha's hair—not pulling, just holding—as she blinked up at him through damp lashes, her lips glistening with spit and pre-cum.

A thin strand of saliva still connected her lower lip to his throbbing cock, stretching—schlrp~—before breaking as she panted.

"Mm?" Her hum was muffled, throat still working around the phantom thickness of him.

"Can we move to the bed," Don rasped, thumb swiping a stray droplet from her chin. "I also want to taste you mom."

His cock twitched against her cheek as he said this, leaving a sticky smear—ah~—as he guided her head back just enough to see the dark hunger in her innocent eyes.

The moment Don's words registered—I want to taste you—her thighs clenched instinctively, sticky arousal trickling in a hot, slick rivulet down her inner thigh. She could feel it, the way her folds throbbed, swollen and needy beneath the humid heat of her own body.

With a little hesitation—her tongue lingering just a second longer against his twitching tip—schllrp~—Samantha stood up, her sweat-slickened breasts glistening in the dim light, swaying heavily with the motion.

A soft jiggle~ trembled through them as she rose, nipples stiff and aching, brushing against Don's abdomen as she straightened.

Her breath hitched—ah~—as she met his gaze, dark and hungry, before her lashes fluttered down, shyness flooding her flushed cheeks.

She turned toward the bed, her thighs pressing together with a wet squelch~, the sticky evidence of her need smearing between them.

Looking at the bed made Samantha anxious—ah~—her pulse fluttering in her throat as she took the first trembling step forward.

Her toes curled against the carpet, damp with sweat and spilled arousal, before she forced another step—then another—each movement making her thighs stick together with a lewd, wet squelch~.

Don was right behind her, his breath hot against her nape—huff~—the thick heat of his cock pressing insistently between her plump ass cheeks.

Samantha came to a stop at the edge of the bed, her breath hitching—ah~—as Don's thick cock pressed a little deeper between her asscheeks, the heat of him searing through the slick sweat clinging to her skin.

Samantha tried to glance back at him—ah~—her lashes fluttering as her hips gave an involuntary twitch, grinding his thick cock deeper between her slick cheeks.

But before she could turn fully, Don's breath hit her ear in a hot, wet huff~, his voice rough as gravel.

"Please climb on the bed… and get on all fours. I want to taste you from behind mom."

A shuddery whimper—ngh~—escaped her throat as his fingers traced down her spine, nails scraping lightly over sweat-damp skin.

Every nerve burned where he touched, her body trembling as she obeyed, knees sinking into the mattress with a soft squeak~.

Samantha's cheeks flushed red—ah~—as she settled onto all fours, the mattress dipping beneath her trembling knees.

The humid air kissed her exposed skin, every inch of her hyper-aware of Don's gaze raking over her.

Her damp lace panties clung obscenely to her plump ass, the sheer fabric doing nothing to hide the swollen, glistening folds beneath—already slick, already throbbing.

A sticky strand of arousal—squelch~—stretched between her thighs as she shifted, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.

Don could see that the area over her cunt was particularly wet, and it made him smile as he leaned forward. He first placed both his hands on Samantha's lovely asscheeks, gripping them before running his hands over them and her thighs.

Don first used his fingers to dig into the plush give of her asscheeks—ah~—squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch, the damp heat of her skin clinging to his palms.

Then, with a slow, gentle stroke downward—mmfph~—his thumbs traced the crease where thigh met cheek, slick with sweat and the sticky sheen of her arousal.

The sheer lace of her panties was soaked through, the fabric clinging in transparent patches to her swollen folds, every desperate throb visible as her cunt tingled—ngh~—under his gaze.

His tongue dragged over his teeth—huff~—before he leaned in, breath hot against the damp lace.

Don didn't waste time—ah~—his fingers digging possessively into her asscheeks, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

Before Samantha could even catch her breath—ngh~—his mouth was on her, hot and hungry, pressing firm against the soaked lace of her panties.

His tongue dragged—slrrp~—over the fabric, the wet heat of his mouth could be felt through the thin barrier.