Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 217: Are you sure you’re the one getting paid?
Chapter 217: Are you sure you’re the one getting paid?
Ethan watched with shining eyes as Ophelia’s garments dissolved under the touch of her own magic.
Black shadowy forms writhed around her body, gliding over every inch of exposed skin before solidifying once more into fabric.
The same bodysuit from before took shape over her, clinging to her body and tracing every voluptuous curve.
This time, however, the fabric was even thinner and more revealing.
Her pale skin showed through subtly beneath the stretchy material, creating a mesmerizing contrast between the garment’s absolute black and the ivory tone underneath.
Her luscious, heavy breasts—too full to even come close to fitting in any man’s hand—were almost entirely covered.
The only exception was two small, carefully cut circular holes that framed her nipples.
Resting over the exposed pink buds were two yellow talismans covered in inscriptions that Ethan recognized as Mandarin characters.
The same pattern repeated itself between her legs.
A circular hole, cut out with identical precision, exposed her plump pussy, already soaking wet and glistening with excitement.
A single talisman embraced her plump, succulent lips, perfectly outlining the soft, twin fat pillows of her cleft of Venus.
The center of the paper sank slightly into the valley between them, molding to the tender flesh like a second yellow skin.
Ophelia advanced in slow steps toward Ethan, who was already waiting for her, settled comfortably on the office sofa.
Her hips swayed from side to side with every step, and her nipples traced small, sensual circles in the air, following the rhythmic dance of her full breasts as they oscillated heavily with the motion.
Upon reaching him, she spread her legs and mounted his lap without ceremony.
Her large, pale tits collided against the young Lord’s chest, the soft mounds compressing forcefully against the rigid muscles beneath his shirt and spreading wide from the impact. Her delicate hands rose to rest on his shoulders.
Nestling her bubble-butt comfortably on his lap, she leaned on Ethan’s shoulders and pushed him back.
The gesture pulled her torso just far enough away that she could display her body in all its glory.
Her breasts bobbed slowly and heavily with her shifting weight, while a soft blush colored her cheeks.
"Ah... are you sure you’re the one getting paid?" Ethan teased, his hands already sliding down her shapely thighs, climbing up her generous hips until they reached her waist, too thin to support so much weight above.
"It seems I’m the one being rewarded here..." he smiled, his palms finally reaching her breasts.
He traced the round orbs slowly, squeezing them with measured pressure, feeling the softness give way and mold around his fingers.
The young Lord’s fingers slipped beneath the talismans covering her nipples. The pink buds trembled at his touch, drawing a small sigh from Ophelia, before his hands continued their descent down her belly.
Finally, his hand reached the talisman that sealed her pussy like an obscene lock.
The yellow paper was completely soaked, obscenely stuck to every plump fold of that puffy pussy, molded to the shape of her lips like a wet mask.
He grabbed it by the edge and pulled slowly.
"Ah~" A trembling sigh escaped Ophelia’s lips as the paper peeled away from her pale, sensitive skin with a wet, obscene sound.
Shiny strands of love juice formed between the talisman and the soaked flesh, stretching thinner and thinner until they snapped into tiny droplets.
The perfect, tight pussy was finally revealed in its entirety, while the talisman dissolved into wisps of black smoke between Ethan’s fingers.
"Hm~ you should have started with the nipples, you hasty boy..." Ophelia complained, the blush deepening on her fair cheeks.
"And think of it as a trade... we both win." She continued, her delicate arms pressing her enormous tits together from either side, her biceps sinking into those mountains of soft flesh and squeezing them hard against one another.
It was as if she were presenting them to Ethan in an obscene offering. One that he, naturally, had no intention of refusing.
Without hesitation, the young Lord tore the talismans from her nipples.
In the next instant, the fabric covering her breasts rearranged itself, opening up at the center of her cleavage.
A sensual smile spread across Ophelia’s face as she arched her back and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his face.
Those two huge mountains of warm flesh enveloped Ethan’s face completely, smothering him in the heat of soft, fragrant skin that gave way around every contour.
At the same time, his cock—already rock-hard and throbbing painfully against his pants—burst one of the fabric buttons with a sharp snap, freeing itself gloriously from its cloth prison.
Ophelia gasped as she felt the member press against her. She moved her hips and lifted her body until her pussy was perfectly aligned with the throbbing glans.
She felt the thick tip press against her plump, juicy lips, which immediately enveloped the glans in a warm, soft, and slippery embrace.
She paused for a moment, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she let her hips descend.
The cock pushed into that tight pussy, the thick, bulbous glans spreading her open as it led the way, followed by the pale, veiny shaft sinking deeper inch by inch until it finally met her womb.
The tip of Ethan’s cock collided with Ophelia’s womb at the same moment her ass met the Lord’s lap.
Her pale buttocks slapped against his thighs with a loud, wet smack, the plush cheeks flattening deeply against him before springing back, the supple flesh quaking from the rebound.
Her hips lifted again and then plummeted back down with force, the impact sending ripples coursing through the rounded mounds.
"nghnn~~ fuck!~~ aghnn~~" She moaned, her entire body trembling with pleasure. "Why does it feel like this thing has grown even bigger?" Ophelia asked, her ass colliding against Ethan’s lap with another wet thud, the plush flesh wobbling for long seconds after the impact.
On that cold day, neither of them felt even a hint of the cold.