Emily’s fingers tightened around the base of my cock, her nails digging into my skin as she pulled the foreskin back—all the way—exposing the sensitive, throbbing head. The stinging pleasure shot through me, my cock jerking violently in her grip, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings.
"Mmm..." Her voice was a dark, amused purr, her breath hot against my ear. "Hmm..." She rocked her hips, her pussy brushing against my exposed tip, the heat of her almost too much. "Are you about to cum, Jack?"
And then—she let go.
My cock bounced, throbbing in the air, the head weeping, aching, desperate for friction. "Fuck—!" The word tore from my throat before I could stop it, my hips bucking upward, my body trembling with the effort of not snapping, not grabbing her, not flipping her onto her back and fucking her raw—
If it weren’t for Freya...
If it weren’t for the game...
I’d rip those panties binding my hands.
I’d pin her wrists above her head.
I’d slam into her so hard she’d scream — I’d fuck her until she begged — Until her pussy was dripping with my cum, her thighs shaking, her voice hoarse from moaning my name.
Emily’s laugh was low, knowing, her fingers trailing down my chest like a slow, deliberate torture, her nails scraping over my trembling abs with just enough pressure to make me hiss. "Look at you..." Her voice was a sweet, venomous taunt, her eyes gleaming with triumph, her lips curved in a cruel, satisfied smirk. "So close... So desperate..."
She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her wet hair dripping onto my skin. "Jack..." Her voice dropped to a dark, honeyed whisper, her fingers sliding between her thighs. "Are you really not going to beg?"
And then—
She spread herself wide.
Her fingers pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing the glistening, swollen flesh inside—dark pink, pulsing, dripping with arousal. A thick thread of her precum stretched from her pussy, hanging for a heartbeat before splattering onto the head of my cock, the warmth of it dripping down my cock.
"Mmm..." Emily’s voice was a breathless moan, her eyes locked onto mine as she rocked her hips, her pussy dragging against my spit-slicked cock, her clit grinding against my throbbing cock.
"You want this, don’t you?" Her fingers spread wider, her juices glistening, her scent—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filling the air between us. "You want to bury that virgin cock inside me..."
Freya’s thoughts slammed into my mind, dripping with sadistic amusement: [Tsk... Tsk...]
[Poor Jack...]
[He must be desperately holding back...]
[Otherwise, a real virgin would’ve already splashed his cum all over Emily’s pussy by now...]
[But he’s not...] [Because he wants something else...]
[He wants me.]
[Should I help him cum? It must be so fun...]
[To see him in a dilemma... Knowing that he gets to cum...]
[But on the other hand... the thought that he won’t get my pussy...]
[Must be so fun to watch him squirm...]
[But what should I do...?]
[I have an idea...]
My cock throbbed, my vision blurring at the edges as Emily’s pussy grinded against me, her wetness soaking my cock, her breath hitching with every teasing rock of her hips.
And then—
I noticed it.
Behind Emily, the bathroom door was ajar—just enough for me to see Freya standing there, her lips curled in a secret, wicked smile. She pressed a finger to her lips—shhh—her eyes gleaming with mischief.
My cock jerked, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings as Freya’s hands moved to the shoulders of her dress.
And then—
She let it drop.
The satin fabric slid down her swollen, pregnant body, pooling at her feet. She was completely naked—her nipples dark, heavy, and painfully hard, her belly round and full, her skin glowing with a fertile flush.
My gaze locked onto her pussy—swollen, puffed, glistening with arousal, completely bare, not a single hair in sight. The inner lips were stuck together, clinging from how tight she was, how desperate for stretching.
Freya dropped to her knees, her hands bracing behind her as she arched her back, presenting herself to me. Her fingers spread her puffed-up pussy, the tight, glistening flesh parting just enough to tease the dark pink inside.
Her thoughts rang in my mind, dripping with lust and cruelty: [ I bet he will not be able to hold back.. he will cum at any second now... for a virgin its too much to see a naked woman... but I know if such a young boy is Emily’s boyfriend then he must be into MILFS.. and I am even better than those milfs.. as I am pregnant..]
Emily ground against me again, her soaked pussy sliding along my throbbing cock, her voice a taunting whisper, hot against my ear. "Jack..." Her fingers tightened around my throat, her grip dominating, her nails digging in just enough to sting. "Are you listening to me?"
Her hips rolled, her clit grinding against my cock, her wetness coating me, taunting me. "You have to make a choice, Jack..." Her eyes flicked down to my cock, watching as it slid against her pussy, the head catching on her entrance before she pulled back with a mocking laugh.
"And quick..." Her voice dropped to a dark, honeyed threat. "Don’t forget... My sister is still in the house..." Her grip tightened, her breath hitching as she ground against me. "You don’t wanna be caught like this... do you?"
Her eyes were locked on my cock, watching as it twitched, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings—
If she only knew...
Behind her, Freya was still there.
And fuck—
She wasn’t just watching anymore.
Her fingers were buried between her thighs, her pussy glistening, swollen, dripping—and then—
A sharp, wet sound.
A squirt of clear fluid shot from her pussy, splattering onto the floor between her spread legs, her body shuddering with the force of it. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nipples hard, her belly tight as she circled her clit, her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to break.
Fuck—
Fuck, fuck, fuck—
It was too much.
Even with Endurance God, I knew I could hold out—could endure this torture as long as I wanted—
But I didn’t want to.
Not anymore.