Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Chapter 685 685: Are You Tense Sweetie? (Part 2) (R-18)

Don's breath came in ragged bursts, his fingers twisting into the rumpled sheets beneath him as a low groan escaped his throat."Yeah… keep going," he muttered, voice rough and edged with want, his pulse hammering so hard he could feel it in his temples.

The master bedroom lay bathed in soft, amber lamplight from a single bedside lamp, its glow spilling across the king-sized bed and catching on the silk robe that had slipped halfway down Samantha's shoulders.

Through the half-open balcony doors, the cool night air drifted in, carrying the distant hum of the garden below—faint insect noises and the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

It kissed over their heated skin, raising faint goosebumps along Samantha's exposed back and making the curtains sway gently like silent witnesses.

Samantha barely noticed the chill. Her focus remained locked on her son, eyes glossy with a heady mix of shame and hunger.

She lowered herself again, full lips parting around the trembling head of his cock with a soft, wet *mwah~*.

Her tongue dragged slowly along the sensitive underside, tracing every vein as she savored the salty musk of him.

One hand wrapped firmly around his base, fingers slick with spit and pre-cum, squeezing with just the right pressure to make his hips buck involuntarily off the mattress.

She then sank deeper, throat fluttering as the thick head nudged past the tight ring of muscle at the back of her mouth.

A choked *glrk~* vibrated around his length, sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.

Drool immediately pooled at the corners of her stretched lips, thin strands snapping as she drew back only to plunge down again, her nose brushing his pelvis with each eager descent.

Her throat convulsed in slow, rhythmic pulses, milking him with wet heat while her fingers twisted and stroked what her mouth couldn't yet take.

The obscene *slrrp~* of her lips filled the room, mingling with the soft rustle of the mattress and the occasional whisper of wind through the balcony screen.

Thick globs of saliva escaped her seal, rolling down his shaft in shiny trails that coated her pumping fingers and dripped onto his balls and the sheets below.

Don's hand soon found her hair, tangling in the slightly damp strands.

He didn't force her—not yet—but the steady pressure of his palm urged her lower, guiding her pace and rhythm as she continued to work him.

She moaned around him, the sound muffled and needy, her lashes fluttering as she relaxed her throat and took him even deeper. *Glrk—ngh.*

Her nose pressed flush against him again, throat rippling visibly as she swallowed around his girth.

Each pull back left her lips shiny and a little swollen, connected to his cock by glistening webs of spit that trembled before breaking.

Drool cascaded freely now, even splashing onto her heavy breasts where they swayed and bounced with every bob of her head.

The cool air from the balcony made her spit-slick nipples tighten into stiff peaks, brushing teasingly against his thighs on every downward stroke.

She could feel the mess spreading—warm and slippery—coating her skin and making her breasts glisten under the lamplight.

Samantha's pace quickened, growing almost frantic. Her free hand gripped his hip for leverage, nails digging in as she worked him with sloppy devotion.

Her breasts slapped softly against his thighs, the wet *smack~* of flesh adding another filthy layer to the symphony of naughty sounds.

She began hollowing her cheeks harder, tongue swirling relentlessly along his shaft, coaxing more pre-cum to leak onto her tastebuds.

Don's grip in her hair also became tighter. He began thrusting up to meet her now, slow at first, then with more insistence—fucking into her willing mouth in measured strokes.

Samantha stiffened briefly, a faint line appearing between her brows, but she didn't pull away. The thought didn't even cross her mind.

Instead, she leaned into it, throat fluttering as she forced herself to relax and take every inch.

Her eyes watered, vision blurring, yet the heat between her own thighs only grew slicker, her black lace panties clinging almost uncomfortably now.

The estate sounds outside seemed to fade as the room filled with wet, rhythmic *slrrp—ngh—glrk*.

Drool poured in thick ropes down her chin, splattering across her tits and trailing over her stiff nipples.

She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward, offering more of herself to the mess and the cool night draft that made her shiver with heightened sensitivity.

With a final, wet *slrrp*, Samantha pulled off completely, gasping for air.

A thick strand of saliva stretched from her lower lip to his throbbing cock before snapping. Her chin and chest were a glistening wreck, flushed and shining.

She sat up a little taller on her knees, her large bountiful breasts swaying heavily as she cupped them from beneath, pressing the soft, plush weight together while keeping her gaze on his cock.

"I-I know you like my breasts," she whispered, voice breathy and shy, lashes lowering in that familiar mix of embarrassment and arousal.

She lowered herself onto him and squeezed them tight around his slick length until only the flushed tip peeked out from her glistening cleavage. "They're all yours, sweetie."

Don groaned deeply, the sight of her like this—kneeling between his spread thighs on the rumpled bed—nearly undoing him. "Yeah… I love your tits mom," he replied, fingers still tangled in her hair.

A deeper flush bloomed across Samantha's cheeks and down her neck. She began to move, rolling her breasts in slow, sensual strokes—up and down—smearing pre-cum and spit across her skin in shiny streaks.

The wet, sticky sounds of her soft flesh gliding along his cock mingled with her shallow pants.

Each upward stroke made the head emerge from her cleavage, glistening invitingly. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, swirling around the tip with a teasing *slrrp~* before her tits swallowed him again.

She varied the rhythm accordingly, sometimes squeezing tighter, sometimes letting them bounce more freely so the cool air teased her sensitive nipples.

Sweat beaded along her collarbones, mixing with the drool as her hair clung in damp strands to her neck.

The breeze from the balcony doors whispered across her back, heightening every sensation as she worked him with devoted hunger.

Don's patience frayed. His fingers twisted harder in her hair, tugging just enough to draw a soft gasp from her.

He dragged her forward again, guiding her mouth back onto him. Her lips parted eagerly, sealing around his cock with another messy *slrrp~* as he pushed deeper.

Her throat fluttered and resisted for a moment before yielding, her nose pushing past her tits to press once more against his pelvis with a muffled *mmfph~*.

His hips snapped upward, taking control as he fucked her mouth in earnest now—deeper, rougher—her throat convulsing around every thrust.

Samantha's nails clawed lightly at his thighs, holding on as her body rocked with the motion, breasts still swaying heavily beneath her, nipples hard and glistening.

The cool night air continued to drift in, caressing their overheated bodies.