Chapter 134: Press
Lor’s fingers moved slowly, the cool mint oil slicking every inch of Sophia’s trembling skin as he slid down past her navel and into the waistband of her pale pink cotton panties, the fabric damp with her arousal.
She gasped the moment his fingertips brushed the heat of her soaked folds—swollen, trembling, sensitive, her pussy dripping with need.
"Lor..." she breathed, her voice caught between panic and craving, her blue eyes wide, her blonde twin tails swaying as her petite frame tensed, her small breasts heaving under the open air, nipples hard and pink.
But he only leaned closer, his other hand still gently kneading her breast, thumb circling her nipple with slow reverence, the mint oil tingling against her skin.
"This," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek, his hazel eyes soft but hungry, "is me being grateful."
His fingers dipped lower, parting her wet lips gently, feeling just how slick she was—pulsing, dripping, her pussy clenching at the lightest touch.
"You gave yourself to the Light... and to me," he whispered, his voice like velvet wrapped around sin, his cock twitching faintly in his pants at her response. "You offered your body... your trust."
He kissed her—just below her ear, soft and slow, his lips lingering as his fingers began to stroke her properly, up and down, circling her clit once, twice, then slipping two fingers into her needy pussy with a wet, obscene sound that made them both shiver, her walls gripping him tightly.
"L-Lor," Sophia whimpered, her voice trembling, her small breasts rising with quick breaths, her pussy throbbing around his fingers. "No—no, I..."
Her breath hitched.