Phei’s hands moved with reverent finality.
He removed everything she was still wearing—slow, deliberate pulls and tears until nothing remained between her skin and the night air. The ruined silk on her lower thighs fell away in soft, expensive shreds, before pooling forgotten at her feet.
Cassiopeia’s
heavy breasts
were heaving with each ragged breath, nipples dark and swollen from earlier worship, stomach softly concave above the flare of her hips, the shadowed dip of her navel still glistening from his tongue.
Lower—her pussy mound flushed and swollen, outer lips puffy and parted just enough to reveal the glossy inner folds, fat clit throbbing visibly under the neon, already leaking slow, thick strands of slick that stretched and dripped down her inner thighs in glossy rivulets.
He twisted her hair in one fist—gentle but unyielding—guiding her forward until her front pressed
flush against
the cold window.
Her
heavy breasts
squashed
flat against the chilled pane, soft flesh spreading wide, nipples scraping painfully sensitive against the smooth surface and hardening to aching, dark-red points from the shock of cold.
Her palms flattened beside her head, fingers splaying wide; hot breath fogged the glass in rapid, desperate bursts, streaking steam in messy arcs with every broken moan that escaped her lips.
Phei
stepped
back.
And looked.
Admired
his
handwork
like a god of sculpture.
From this angle that hid her face and calculating eyes, she was a masterpiece carved from shadow and neon:
the elegant arch of her neck as she
panted
,
the long graceful sweep of her
spine dipping
into the deep hollow of her waist, flaring out into wide, perfect hips that begged to be gripped and bruised.
Then lower—her
ass
,
full and round,
cheeks smooth and taut, the deep cleft between them already glistening from the slick that had leaked down her inner thighs earlier, coating her tight pink asshole in a glossy sheen.
He stepped closer—slow—until his clothed cock pressed hot and rigid against the
cleft
of her bare
ass
, the thick ridge nestling perfectly between her cheeks through his trousers.
Cassiopeia
whimpered as she felt it—high and wrecked—hips rolling back instinctively, grinding her dripping cunt against the denim so her swollen lips parted wider around the bulge, clit dragging hard along the rough fabric.
His palm cracked against one cheek—sharp
slap
.
The ass flesh rippled—jiggled beautifully—waves traveling outward in soft, hypnotic bounces that made her moan low and broken into the glass.
Steam bloomed wider with the sound; her ass cheek bloomed bright pink under his hand, the sharp
crack
echoing off the walls like a sacred invocation.
He gave her another
slap
—
harder
—on the other cheek.
Her
ass
quivered again, the impact sending fresh tremors through the plush curves, skin blooming vivid pink, flesh bouncing and jiggling in obscene waves that lasted long seconds after the strike.
Cassiopeia
cried out like she couldn’t find any other way her ass could be of use to him—sharp, needy—hips jerking back, thighs trembling violently as fresh slick gushed from her cunt in a hot spurt, dripping down her inner thighs in thick, glossy strands that pooled at her knees.
"Fuck—Phei—yes—slap my ass harder—"
Her voice cracked, low whimpers already building into broken moans, body arching so hard her
tits
scraped the glass with a soft drag, nipples dragging fire along the cold pane.
He gave her three more—measured, worshipful—each one making her supple
ass
bounce and jiggle wildly, each sharp
crack
drawing louder, more shattered moans that fogged the window thicker, her breath painting frantic white clouds across the city lights.
Her thighs quaked; slick poured steadily from her untouched cunt, running in warm rivers down her legs, soaking her inner thighs until they glistened under the neon.
After every
slap
, he
kneaded
—palms full of her stinging globes, squeezing deep and possessive, spreading her cheeks wider so her holes winked and dripped more, the tight ring of her asshole fluttering visibly, her puffy cunt lips parting further to reveal glossy inner walls clenching on nothing.
He alternated now—
slap
followed by reverent kiss on the reddened skin, lips sealing hot and wet over the blooming pink, tongue soothing the sting with slow, flat laps that made her
ass
jiggle softly under his mouth.
Another
slap
—crack echoing, flesh rippling in hypnotic waves, jiggling for endless seconds—then immediate knead, thumbs dipping into the cleft to tease the sensitive skin beside her holes, brushing so close to her swollen outer lips that her clit throbbed harder, a thick cream string stretching from her entrance to her thigh.
Which man could get enough of this ass... certainly not him.
Cassiopeia’s moans escalated—broken, sobbing his name—
"Phei—oh gods—slap me harder—mark your aunt’s
ass—please—yes—fuck—
yes—
"
Her thighs spasmed, ass rippling with every squeeze, back bowing violently as her
tits
bounced and dragged against the glass.
He dropped to one knee behind her.
Continued his inspection.
Kissed the small of her back first—soft, open-mouthed—tongue tracing the delicate dip of her spine in slow, wet strokes.
Then lower—slow trail of kisses along the curve where back met
ass
, worshipping every vertebra, every inch of skin with reverent suction that left faint red marks blooming like petals.
His hands
framed
her hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive creases where thigh met cheek, spreading her slightly so her
ass
parted wider, exposing the dripping pink of her cunt and the tight, glistening ring of her asshole.
He reached her
ass
.
Breathed against one cheek—hot exhale that made her shiver and clench—then pressed his lips to the plush flesh and kissed it... slow and reverent.
His tongue flicking out almost automatically like her ass was summoning more of his worhip to taste the salt of her skin, the faint sweetness beneath mixed with the sharp tang of her arousal.
He
sucked
the skin lightly—leaving faint red marks—then moved to the other cheek, mirroring every motion: slow spirals of kisses, lingering sucks, open-mouthed drags that left her skin shiny with his spit and trembling under his worship.
Cassiopeia
whimpered—high and wrecked—hips rolling back in tiny, frantic circles, pressing her
ass
harder against his mouth like she was begging him to devour her. "Please—Phei—kiss
me lower—taste
me
—please—"
Her voice broke into sharp cries, thighs quaking so hard her knees threatened to buckle, ass jiggling with every desperate roll.
He
bit
into the supple fresh—gentle but firm—teeth sinking into the soft curve just enough to sting, just enough to make her gasp and clench, her asshole winking and fluttering as fresh slick jetted from her cunt in a short, messy arc that splashed his chin.
Then he soothed it with broad, flat licks—worshipping the spot he’d marked, tongue dragging slow and wet across the reddened flesh.
Kiss
after
kiss
rained across both cheeks: slow spirals, lingering sucks, open-mouthed drags that made her
ass
jiggle softly with every press of his lips.
His hands kneaded—palms full of her
ass
—spreading her wider, thumbs dipping into the cleft without touching her holes, just teasing the sensitive skin there.
Every squeeze made her cheeks part and jiggle again; every jiggle drew another broken moan that vibrated against the glass, her breath fogging thicker, her body shaking with need.
He traced every curve with his tongue—slow, obsessive laps along the outer swell of one cheek, then the inner, sucking the soft flesh until it bloomed deep red under his mouth, biting just hard enough to leave faint teeth marks that would ache tomorrow as a reminder of his claim.
"Look at this perfect ass, aunt—so full, so soft,
so fucking mine
to mark and do as I see fit," he rasped against her skin, voice thick with hunger and reverence.
Another bite—teeth grazing the crease where cheek met thigh—drawing a sharp cry from her throat, her cunt clenching hard enough to gush a small jet of slick that arced onto his cheek, dripping hot down his jaw.
He
licked
it away, then continued:
tongue tracing
the deep cleft from top to bottom
without
touching her holes, sucking the sensitive skin along the crease until it flushed pink, her asshole winking desperately each time his breath ghosted over it.
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A/N:
There are tons of things to do to such a hot body... I don’t know why some people rush into sex right away! 😂😜😋