Chapter 113: Enjoying milk. (R-18)
Kizaru departed on a marine warship, taking all the other marines with him by Lakeman's order. Confident in his strength, Lakeman deemed their protection unnecessary.
When Lakeman stirred from his deep sleep, the luxurious room was bathed in the soft glow of noon sunlight. A weight was pressed against him, warm and familiar. Slowly opening his sharp, blood-red eyes, he found Robin sprawled atop him, her naked skin glowing in the light. Her dark hair was tangled, and her body bore the unmistakable traces of the wildness they had shared the night before.
His gaze swept the room, but Hancock and Lily were nowhere to be seen. Their absence didn't surprise him—they had duties to attend to, their rigorous training schedules demanding early departures. Without a word, he gently shifted Robin off his body and rose from the bed. His tall frame cast a commanding shadow as he stood, stretching.
Robin stirred at the movement, her deep blue eyes fluttering open. A sultry smile curved her lips as she stretched languidly, her body arching gracefully to showcase her flawless curves. "Good morning, Master," she purred, her voice a mix of seduction and playfulness.
Lakeman's blood-red eyes lingered on Robin as she stretched, her graceful form fully displayed. The way her curves moved so naturally, yet provocatively, sent a jolt of heat through him. His body responded instinctively, and he felt a familiar, stirring pressure below—a demand that could not be ignored.
Robin noticed his gaze and smirked knowingly, her deep blue eyes flashing with playful mischief. "Master," she teased, her voice low and inviting, "it seems I've caught your attention again."
Lakeman, his composure unshaken but his intent clear, reached out and gently grabbed her by the chin, tilting her head so her eyes locked with his. "Little minx," he said, his voice a mix of authority and amusement, "look what you've done. You should take responsibility for awakening... little guy."
Robin's smirk deepened as her gaze shifted downward, a spark of excitement lighting her eyes. "As you wish, Master," she replied softly, her tone laced with both playfulness and devotion. Without hesitation, she knelt gracefully before him, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she leaned in.
"How can you call such a big guy 'little?'" she commented playfully. While saying this, she shifted her head to his lap and gave his dick a long lick. She then took it in her hand and gave it a few pumps. She licked it from base to tip a few times, then kissed the tip with her lips, clamping it with her lips as she sucked hard. She followed this by giving the tip a few more licks, moving her tongue in a circular motion while occasionally sucking and pumping it with her hand.
After teasing him with a few more playful licks, Robin slowly took the entirety of his cock into her mouth. She began moving her head rhythmically, her pace deliberate and sensual. With each bob of her head, she took his dick deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him fully.
Slurp.