Chapter 474

I smacked the left cheek, then the right again, alternating, each one making her cheeks jiggle and clap around my cock. The red handprints deepened, glowing against her skin.

"Fuck... harder... make it sting... I want to feel it all day..."

I obliged, sharper, faster slaps, while my left hand kept working Minne’s pussy, fingers pumping steadily, thumb circling her clit. Minne’s moans grew higher, hips bucking against my palm.

Kayla sped up, sliding faster now, cheeks clapping louder, slick sounds filling the room. "You’re so hard between them... so thick... fuck, I can feel every vein..."

I was close—balls tight, pressure building fast.

Kayla felt it too. "You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Gonna paint my ass... do it... give it to me..."

"UGHH... fuck..."

I broke, groaning low and deep. Rope after rope shot out—thick, hot, endless. The first few blasts hit her lower back, then higher—splattering across her cheeks, dripping down the cleft, some arcing far enough to land on the back of her neck. I kept cumming—more than I expected, more than I thought possible—thick white streaks painting her skin, pooling in the dimples above her ass, running down her thighs.

Even I was surprised—breath hitching as another spurt landed on her shoulder blade. "Fuck... so much..."

I pushed up between her cheeks a few more times—milking the last drops—then pulled back slowly. My cock glistened, still half-hard. I looked down at her ass—red handprints blooming across both cheeks, cum streaked everywhere, dripping slowly toward the sheets.

Kayla shifted her weight, still straddling my lap, her massive cheeks resting heavily on my thighs. My cock—still sensitive, still half-hard from the earlier release—twitched against the warm cleft of her ass. She looked back over her shoulder with that slow, wicked smile, then began to move.

She didn’t take me inside again. Instead she gently hopped—small, teasing bounces—letting her thick cheeks clap softly around my shaft. Each little jump made her ass jiggle and squeeze me between them, the plush flesh sliding up and down my length in perfect, slippery friction. The head of my cock peeked out from her crack with every upward motion, then disappeared again when she dropped back down.

I was still too sensitive—every bounce sent a sharp jolt through me. I moaned low, hips jerking involuntarily. A few weak spurts leaked out—thin ropes of cum dribbling from the tip, smearing across her lower back and dripping down the curve of one cheek.

"Fuck... Kayla..." I groaned, hands gripping her hips tighter. "Too much... too soon..."

She laughed softly and slowed her bounces to a gentle grind, just rolling her hips so her cheeks kept hugging my cock. "Poor baby... still sensitive?" She glanced back at Minne, who was kneeling beside us, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "Well, I guess his cock needs some cleaning."

"She’s right," I said, voice rough. I looked at Minne, smiling softly. "Clean it, honey. And her ass, too."

"Yes, Master!" Minne chirped eagerly, voice high and sweet despite the blush that spread down her neck.

She crawled forward on her hands and knees, small breasts swaying beneath her. Kayla lifted her hips slightly, giving Minne room, and Minne leaned in without hesitation. Her tiny tongue flicked out first, tentative licks along the underside of my shaft, tasting the mix of cum and Kayla’s ass. She moaned softly at the flavor, then opened her mouth wider, taking the head in and sucking gently. Her cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling around the tip, cleaning every drop she could reach. She bobbed slowly—only managing half my length—but her effort was adorable, eyes watering slightly as she tried to please me.

Then she pulled off with a soft pop and moved higher. Kayla arched her back more, presenting her ass fully. Minne hesitated for half a second, then leaned in and dragged her tongue along the cleft, starting at the base where my cum had pooled. She licked upward in long, slow strokes, cleaning the thick streaks that had splattered across Kayla’s lower back, then higher, reaching the small of her back, then her shoulder blades. When she found the stray rope that had landed near Kayla’s neck, Minne stretched up and lapped it away, soft, careful licks that made Kayla hum in pleasure.

"Such a good girl," Kayla murmured, glancing back with a smile. "Getting every drop..."

Minne’s face was scarlet, but she kept going—tongue tracing the red handprints on Kayla’s cheeks, licking the cum that had dripped down the curves. My cock throbbed again—hardening fully at the sight of Minne’s small mouth working so diligently.

When she finally pulled back—lips shiny, cheeks flushed—she reached out with one tentative hand and gently grabbed one of Kayla’s massive asscheeks. Her fingers barely made a dent in the soft flesh. She squeezed shyly, almost reverently, then let go and grabbed the other cheek, playing with it like she couldn’t believe how much there was.

"So... big..." she whispered, voice awed.

Kayla laughed softly. "Give it a slap, sweetie."

Minne’s hand lifted—then came down in the gentlest pat imaginable. Barely a sound.

I chuckled. "Not like that."

I reached over and delivered a firm, crisp smack to the same cheek. The flesh rippled beautifully; Kayla moaned low, pushing back into my hand.

Minne tried again—still soft, but with a little more force. A quiet clap.

"Harder," I said, voice gentle but firm.

Minne bit her lip, then swung again—harder this time. The smack rang out; Kayla’s cheek jiggled, and she let out a pleased hum.

"That’s a good maid," Kayla purred, glancing back with a grin.

I smirked. "See? She likes it."

Kayla stretched then—arms overhead, back arching, massive ass lifting slightly off my lap. Her tits bounced with the motion. "I’m hungry as a wolf."

"Yeah," I agreed, still catching my breath. "Same. Let’s eat. You can stay here if you want for the day, Kayla."

She shook her head, already sliding off me. "I have to get back. Gotta do some cleaning before New Year’s."

I nodded. "Fair enough."

I watched her walk toward the bathroom, ass swaying hypnotically with every step, then turned to Minne. She was still kneeling beside me, eyes big, cheeks pink. I leaned down, cupped her face gently, and kissed her on the forehead. She melted into it, small hands resting on my chest.

When I pulled back, I smiled. "Come on. Breakfast."

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