The World Is Mine For The Taking

Her hand slid between Myrcella's legs.

The first touch to Myrcella's damp folds made the Myrcella shiver, her body twitching at the contact.

Titania's fingers moved with precision, brushing the perky, swollen nub of Myrcella's clit.

Myrcella's hips tensed and bucked against the pressure, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she continued to suck me

. Each stroke of Titania's nimble fingers conjured a pool of wetness that slicked Titania's fingers gleamingly.

"You're so wet, Cella," Titania whispered, her breath hot against Myrcella's ear. "Are you that turned on for Leon's cock?"

She slid another finger inside, the silky glide of addition layering on the sensation.

Myrcella's moans grew louder, her entire body trembling as she simultaneously worked to take my cock deeper and welcomed Titania's digits inside her.

"Y-Yeshhh~…" Myrcella's voice was breathless, broken by the dual pleasure of oral and fingering.

Her hands gripped Titania's guiding hand, her knuckles whitening, as she tried to focus on bobbing her head and forming a tight seal around me.

I could feel the warmth of her throat contracting in slow, delicious pulses around my base.

Every slight curl of Titania's fingers inside Myrcella flooded her with sensations that made her hips grind unconsciously.

Her eyes rolled back, heavy-lidded and glazed over in a haze of pleasure and embarrassment.

She moved with a new, unexpected confidence now that her tongue and lips had relaxed around me, swirling and pressing against my shaft with a wet, hungry rhythm.

The slick, wet sound of her job filled the air, punctuated by her muffled moans and the faint, rhythmic slurping as she took me deeper still.

"Urk...!"

I groaned, my thighs quivering, as my cock pulsed with need.

The head brushed against the very back of Myrcella's throat, and her delicate gag reflex surrendered to a higher craving as she swallowed me, inch by inch, her throat opening to accommodate me fully.

In that moment, it felt like she was worshipping each inch of me, carving each sensation into memory.

And beneath, Myrcella's pussy clamped and released around Titania's fingers.

I could see her back arching in slow, smooth waves as Titania rolled her finger in circles against her G-spot.

Each flick of Titania's wrist sent a fresh rush of liquid warmth that smeared across Myrcella's inner thigh.

She had a heady scent of peppermint body wash mixed with her feminine musk.

Myrcella moaned louder, her lashes fluttering as her body undulated in response.

Titania leaned lower, her lips brushing Myrcella's ear again. "That's it, Cella… let go for Leon." Her voice was a velvet command, impossible to resist.

Myrcella's mouth tightened as she bobbed her head in fast, deliberate moves, hollowing her cheeks to create suction that made the shaft throb deliciously.

The wet slick of saliva slid down my cock with every withdrawal and thrust of her lips.

Meanwhile, Titania's fingers moved more insistently, curling inside Myrcella with precision.

Each time she pressed, Myrcella's hips bucked harder, her cries growing more desperate.

The sounds in the room—the wet slurps of Myrcella's blowjob, her ragged pants, Titania's fingers sliding in and out of her, and the soft, slick squelch of arousal—created a symphony of erotic tension.

I could feel my own pulse racing, my cock twitching as my hips pressed involuntarily into her mouth.

For each stroke of Myrcella's head, I was one step closer to losing control.

Myrcella's throat pulsed around me, each swallow a tremor running through my length.

She bobs faster, her lips clamped tight, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my heart pound.

Titania's hand slid down, cupping Myrcella's right breast, her thumb brushing the hard nub of her areola before twisting it gently.

Myrcella arched into the touch, her mouth still working my cock, as a fresh wave of warmth pooled between her legs and dribbled down her thigh.

"Fuck, yes…" I groaned, my vision blurring as my edge approached. "That's fucking perfect…"

Myrcella moaned around me, each exhale a puff of breath across my shaft. Her cheeks were damp with tears and saliva, her lashes clingings together as she focused on taking me as deep as she could.

Titania's fingers curled inside her, pinching and circling that sweet spot that had Myrcella gasping and trembling.

Her other hand gripped Myrcella's hip firmly, offering stability as she pushed harder, the sounds rising in a frantic crescendo.

Myrcella's head slipped down until the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.

She gagged for a moment—it was soft and reflexive—but quickly regained her rhythm, swallowing and bobbing with renewed vigor.

Her wet lips slid up and down my shaft, slick and hot. The sensation was overwhelming.

I could feel my orgasm tightening in my balls, my hips jerking involuntarily each time Myrcella's throat constricted around me. A low, guttural groan escaped me as I reached my limit.

"I'm about to cum…!" I hissed, gripping the back of Myrcella's head tighter, both to guide and to feel that incredible constriction around me.

Myrcella's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze unfocused from pleasure but still fixed, as though she were the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment.

She bobbed faster, swallowing me in deep, soul-deep gulps that sent me spiraling over the edge.

My cock pulsed and throbbed, each pulse flooding Myrcella's throat with hot spurts of cum.

She swallowed eagerly, her throat milking me, not letting a single drop escape.

The taste of myself mixed with her wet saliva filled every nerve ending.

My knees trembled as my hips rocked, the force of my release shuddering through me.

Titania's fingers still curled inside Myrcella, driving her closer to her own peak. Myrcella's pussy clenched fiercely around Titania's smooth digits, her moans rising to a frantic pitch.

"Aaah… ahh… Nia…" she whimpered, her body quivering as a blinding orgasm crashed through her.

Her whole form tensed, her legs shaking as her back arched and waves of pleasure crashed over her.

The sound of her cry—it was a half scream and a half moan—filled the Myrcella's dorm room, echoing against the walls.

As her convulsions subsided, Myrcella's mouth slid off me with a wet pop.

She breathed heavily, tears streaking down her face, mascara smudged, her lips glistening with saliva.

Titania withdrew her fingers, slick with Myrcella's essence, and scooped up a strand of moisture, lifting it to her lips to taste.

Her eyes glittered with satisfaction as she licked her fingers clean.