Chapter 110: Robin’s submission. (R-18)
Robin felt the undeniable response from Lakeman as his hard dick pressed against her pussy from below, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. Her movements grew more confident and deliberate, her hips swaying with tantalizing moves.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his before claiming them in a deep, lingering kiss. Slowly, she captured his lower lip between hers, teasing it with a soft suckle, then shifted to his upper lip, alternating her affections with a seductive rhythm. Her tongue ventured forward, seeking entry, and Lakeman parted his lips in welcome.
As their tongues entwined, Robin's hands drifted down to unbutton his shirt, her fingers moving with practiced ease. Despite her focus on undressing him, her hips never stopped their enticing motion, grinding against his hard dick with increasing fervor, each movement designed to provoke a response.
Lakeman, captivated by her boldness, felt compelled to reciprocate. His hands rose instinctively to her chest, his touch firm yet soft as he began to unbutton her shirt, savoring the curve of her body beneath his fingertips. But Robin caught his wrists gently, her touch firm but tender, guiding his hands away.
"Master," she murmured against his lips, her voice low and sultry, "allow this slave to serve you as you deserve. There's no need for you to lift a finger."
She activated her Devil Fruit abilities with a playful smile, summoning two pairs of hands. One set began undressing herself with an elegant precision while the other worked on Lakeman's shirt. Her hands remained wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips locked onto him in a passionate, fervent kiss. Her tongue danced with his, a sensual battle of dominance that left neither willing to retreat.
In moments, their upper bodies were naked, the warm glow of intimacy wrapping around them like a cocoon. Robin pressed her bare breasts against Lakeman's chest, her skin soft and inviting as she moved her hips in perfect rhythm with his reactions.
"You taste divine, Master," she whispered between heated kisses, her breath warm against his lips. Her eyes locked onto his, glimmering with a mix of submission and desire. "Let me show you the extent of my devotion."
Her grinding intensified, her every motion calculated to ignite a deeper hunger within him. Lakeman's blood-red eyes burned with a mix of control and indulgence, his hands resting on her waist as he allowed her to take the lead, her movements a symphony of grace and passion.
Robin, emboldened by his quiet acceptance, deepened her kisses, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth with fervent intensity. Her lips never faltered, her breath mingling with his as they became lost in each other, the world around them fading into oblivion.
After a while, they reluctantly parted their mouths, their breaths coming in heavy, uneven gasps. A glistening strand of saliva stretched between their lips, shimmering in the dim light—a tangible testament to the fervor of their shared passion. Their eyes met, heavy with desire, as their electric silence spoke volumes more than words ever could.