Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Elise stood in front of him, chest heaving, red lips parted and shiny with spit. Inside her cunt the little egg-shaped vibrator kept buzzing against her soft, greedy walls, making the sensitive tissue flutter and twitch around it without rest. Her lower stomach kept tightening in small, helpless contractions. Every few seconds a hot, shaky breath spilled from her mouth, carrying the faint scent of her own arousal.

Daniel watched her struggle with calm, almost lazy interest... then casually tapped the + button once more.

Level 4.

Elise’s eyes flew wide open.

A sudden, heavy flood of cunt juice gushed out of her, completely drenching the buzzing toy in thick, slippery wetness. The jump in power was brutal. Her knees gave out instantly.

She started to collapse forward—

But Daniel was already moving.

His large hand shot up and clamped hard around one of her heavy, soft breasts through the tight white blouse. His fingers sank deep into the overflowing titflesh like it was warm, ripe fruit. The plush meat bulged obscenely between his digits, the fabric of her blouse stretching to the limit as he squeezed and kneaded without any gentleness. The rough, sudden groping ripped a broken, high-pitched moan straight out of her throat.

"Anggh—!"

Her hands flew out for support and slammed down onto his thighs. The momentum carried her face straight into his lap. Her open, panting mouth smashed against the thick, rock-hard outline of his cock straining against his pants. The heavy, girthy shape pressed firmly against her nose and soft lips, the heat of it seeping through the fabric.

At the same time Daniel’s other hand tangled brutally into her sleek black hair. He shoved her face even harder against his crotch and dragged her parted lips slowly up and down the long, thick ridge of his cock, forcing her to feel every pulsing inch of the bulge she was being made to worship through cloth.

"Ungggg—!"

A muffled, wet, vibrating moan spilled directly against his shaft. The sensation shot straight down into Daniel’s balls and made his cock throb violently, leaking a thick bead of precum inside his underwear.

Elise’s knees finally hit the cold marble floor with a soft thud. Most of her weight had already been caught by Daniel’s body, so the impact was dulled. The position left her ass raised high in the air like an offering. Her tiny black micro-skirt had ridden up almost to her hips, giving a clear, filthy view of the soft, pale underside of her ass cheeks and the black lacy panties stretched tightly between them. The vibrator buried inside her was still going strong, making her entire cunt spasm and drip. A visible shudder ran up her spine.

Her ass cheeks clenched hard under the thin skirt, the fabric pulling tight and clearly outlining the deep crack between them as she involuntarily wiggled her hips in pure, helpless need.

Daniel used the fistful of hair to yank her head up so she was forced to look at him.

His grin was pure predator — dark, amused, and full of filthy intent.

Elise was panting and gasping like a bitch in heat, mouth hanging open, shiny strings of saliva connecting her upper and lower lips.

Her hazy, watery eyes locked onto the small pink remote still held loosely in his other hand.

"Mine... haah... haah... mi-nee...!" she barked out in a broken, desperate, almost dog-like voice, staring at the remote as if it were the only thing that could save her from the overwhelming pleasure-punishment inside her cunt.

Daniel’s cock twitched hard at the sound of her needy, ruined voice.

He wanted nothing more than to free himself right then and shove every thick, veined inch straight down her throat until her nose was buried against his stomach. Instead he slowly lifted the remote and held it up in front of her unfocused eyes, speaking in a soft, almost innocent tone that only made the situation filthier.

"Are you talking about this little thing?"

"Ye-aes...! Gimme... back...!" Elise whimpered, voice thick, shaky, and soaked with suppressed moans. Her thighs were trembling against the floor. Fresh cunt juice had already soaked through her black lace panties in a dark, expanding wet patch that was starting to glisten under the boutique lights.

Daniel had already activated Touch of Lust through the hand still buried in her hair. Fresh waves of heightened, almost unbearable sensitivity rolled across her scalp and down every nerve, making the vibrator inside her feel twice as thick and three times as intense.

Her needy, breathy, broken voice only made him harder.

Still holding her gaze like he owned her, he deliberately tapped the + button one final time right in front of her flushed face.

Level 5.

Maximum power.

The vibrator exploded into violent, relentless, high-speed buzzing deep inside her flooded, spasming hole.

Elise’s cunt clamped down in a powerful, involuntary spasm. Her spine arched hard. A raw, frustrated, completely helpless moan tore from her throat as her eyes went wide with overwhelming sensation. Her thick thighs trembled violently against the marble. Another heavy gush of cunt juice soaked through her panties and began to drip down the soft inner skin of her thighs in shiny, filthy trails.

She was trapped on her knees in the middle of the luxury boutique, face still hovering inches from the thick cock she had just been forced to nuzzle and worship through cloth, while the toy inside her punished her sensitive walls at full strength under her customer’s complete control.

Her proud, elegant mask had completely shattered.

All that remained was a dripping, moaning, desperate woman who had been caught playing with herself at work... and was now paying the price.