Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

"Ahh~! Stooop~ it...!"

Elise bit down hard on her plump lower lip as another violent, full-body shudder tore through her. Hot, uneven white breaths spilled from her parted lips and washed directly over the thick, heavily strained outline of Daniel’s cock still trapped beneath his pants. The fabric was already damp with the heat of her panting mouth.

Daniel’s self-control was seconds away from snapping.

If he had to stare at those glossy, saliva-slicked lips — shiny strings connecting upper and lower lip in a filthy invitation — for even one more second, he knew he would unbuckle right there in the open boutique and bury every thick inch down her throat until her nose was crushed against his stomach.

Gritting his teeth, he yanked her up by the fistful of black hair, forcing her trembling body to stand. The vibrator was still buzzing at maximum power deep inside her soaked cunt, making her knees soft and unreliable. That was exactly how he wanted her.

In one rough, fluid motion he spun her around on her heels and yanked her backward.

Smack—

Her thick, heavy ass slammed directly onto his crotch. The soft, overflowing cheeks molded perfectly around the hard, throbbing ridge of his cock, spreading slightly under the pressure. Her hips were wide, plush, and fertile — the kind of hips built to be gripped during a deep breeding and later to carry children.

Daniel dropped into the chair and dragged her down with him, forcing her full weight to settle onto his lap. Her ass pressed heavily against his aching bulge, the soft flesh wrapping around him even through their clothes. One large hand immediately snaked around her from behind and seized both of her fat, heavy breasts at once. His fingers sank deep into the warm, sponge-like titmeat, squeezing and kneading without mercy so that the soft flesh bulged obscenely between his digits. His other hand shoved straight under her tiny black micro-skirt, found the hot, soaked wedge of her black lace panties, and pressed firmly against the small protruding shape of the vibrator. He could feel how wet she was — the fabric was already drenched and sticky. He nudged the buzzing egg slowly, rolling it against her swollen clit and pushing it deeper between her slick folds.

At the same time he buried his face into the warm, fragrant nape of her neck, inhaling the sharp, expensive scent of roses mixed with the growing smell of her arousal.

"Ahh~!" Elise whimpered, her body jerking hard in his lap as the vibrator was forced against her most sensitive spot.

Daniel’s voice came low, rough, and thick with lust right against her ear.

"What’s yours... and what’s mine?"

He gave the vibrator another firm, deliberate nudge through the soaked panties, grinding the buzzing toy against her clit in slow circles.

"Is this remote yours... or is this cunt mine?"

"Anghh—! Si-r... this is wroo-ng...!" Elise gasped, spine arching, thighs trembling on either side of his legs. Fresh cunt juice was already seeping through her panties and onto his fingers.

"Tell me," Daniel growled, dragging the wet tip of his tongue slowly along the outer shell of her ear before pushing it inside. "What’s yours?"

Elise was overwhelmed, frustrated, and soaking wet. The vibrator was still pulsing ruthlessly inside her flooded hole, but she didn’t feel bad — she felt too good. She had played with toys many times alone, but the moment this man put his hands on her it was like a thousand hot, filthy tongues were licking every inch of her skin at once. Her mind was turning hazy and stupid with pleasure. Tiny sparks of sensation raced across her nipples, down her stomach, and straight into her clit. She wasn’t hating it at all. And the thick, rock-hard outline of his cock grinding between her ass cheeks only made her imagine even dirtier things — being bent over, filled, and used right here.

Her voice came out soft, breathy, and completely defeated as she bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.

"...That remote is mine~"

Daniel’s grin turned dark and triumphant.

He pressed his mouth right against her ear, tongue sliding wetly and deeply into the sensitive canal as he spoke in a low, claiming growl that vibrated against her skin—

"Then it’s decided."

"Your cunt... is mine."

He licked deeper into her ear, flooding it with hot breath and wet heat while his fingers kept mauling her heavy breasts and grinding the vibrator against her clit without mercy.

Elise’s entire body shuddered violently in his lap. A broken, needy moan escaped her throat as her cunt clenched hard around the buzzing toy and another gush of wetness soaked through her panties onto his hand.

Daniel didn’t give her even a second to recover.

In one strong, possessive motion he lifted her off his lap into a princess carry, her soft, trembling body cradled against his chest.

Her heavy breasts pressed warmly into him. His legs were already moving fast, carrying her straight toward the nearest private changing room. Every step made his cock throb painfully with the urgent need to get her behind a locked door, rip those soaked black panties aside, and finally bury himself to the hilt inside the dripping, claimed cunt that was still buzzing and spasming from the toy he controlled.