Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Daniel suddenly leaned back, breaking the intense closeness that had trapped her against the mirror.

In one smooth, deliberate motion he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. The fabric slid down his arms, revealing his firm chest and stomach. He hung the shirt neatly on the hook behind the door, then turned back to face her with open hunger in his eyes.

In that brief moment of carelessness — while both hands were busy undressing — he had set the small pink remote down on the velvet stool beside them.

Elise’s hazy eyes locked onto it like a lifeline.

She lunged forward with surprising speed for someone so thoroughly wrecked and snatched the remote. Her thumb jammed the power button with desperate force.

The violent, high-speed buzzing inside her cunt finally died.

A long, shaky, broken sigh of pure relief tore from her throat. Her fluttering, oversensitive walls slowly stopped spasming around the little egg-shaped toy. A small, involuntary spurt of thick cunt juice squirted out around it, coating the pink surface in a fresh, glossy, filthy layer. Elise’s eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth hung open as she dragged in deep, ragged breaths. Her body kept shuddering with strong aftershocks. Her heavy chest rose and fell rapidly, stiff nipples clearly poking against the tight white blouse. All strength left her legs. She slid down the mirror, her back dragging against the cold glass, until her soft, smooth, bare ass hit the floor with a quiet thud.

Her legs fell open weakly, completely unguarded.

The bright overhead light made everything shamelessly clear. Under the tiny black micro-skirt, the dark, soaked wedge of her black lace panties was fully on display. The thin fabric was drenched and clung tightly to the soft, puffy shape of her cunt lips, outlining every fold. The small bulge of the vibrator still nestled inside her was faintly visible through the wet cloth. A shiny trail of her own juices had already started running down the inner curve of one thigh.

Daniel’s eyes darkened with fresh, heavy lust.

He didn’t waste time with words.

He slowly dragged his tongue across his own lips, then kicked off one shoe. Without any warning he slid his bare foot forward. His toes slipped under the hem of her short skirt and pressed directly against the hot, soaked crotch of her panties. The warm sole of his foot covered her entire cunt. With a little brutal, deliberate push he used his toes to force the egg-shaped vibrator even deeper inside her, grinding it against her sensitive walls.

Shlick—!

A wet, filthy sound filled the small room as more cunt juice was squeezed out around the toy.

"Stop~! Anghh~! Anggh~!"

Elise’s eyes flew wide open. A wronged, watery, almost accusing expression filled them as she stared up at him from the floor. Her lips parted around broken, high-pitched, helpless moans. Fresh, thick juice flooded out of her, further soaking her panties and wetting his toes until they glistened.

Daniel grinned wildly, pure predatory amusement and hunger on his face.

He bent at the waist, leaning down until his face hovered just an inch above her hot, flushed one. He watched every detail — the way her lips stretched and trembled with every moan, the way saliva connected them in shiny strings, the way her eyes glared up at him with a mixture of anger, deep shame, and unwilling, dripping pleasure.

Then he muttered in a low, rough, commanding voice, his hot breath washing directly over her open mouth—

"Moan louder."

"Let everyone outside hear exactly how dirty the elegant, married Elise really is when she gets caught with a vibrator in her cunt."

He pressed his toes more firmly against her pussy, slowly rolling and grinding the vibrator deeper inside her with deliberate movements. Each motion produced another wet schlick-schlick sound between her spread thighs.

"Go on. Scream for me. Let them know their perfect attendant is on the floor leaking like a slut."

Then,

Daniel dragged his bare foot and pressed firmly between Elise’s spread thighs, the sole of his foot covering her entire soaked cunt. His toes moved slowly and deliberately, grinding the little egg-shaped vibrator deeper into her fluttering walls through the thin, drenched black lace. Every press sent wet schlick sounds into the small changing room. At the same time Touch of Lust poured through the contact, flooding her nerves with overwhelming, exaggerated sensation so that even the lightest movement felt like a thick tongue was licking her from the inside.

Elise’s body jerked hard. Her thick thighs trembled on either side of his foot. Sticky, warm cunt juice kept pouring out of her, soaking completely through her panties and coating Daniel’s toes until they were shiny and slippery with her slick. Broken, high-pitched moans kept trying to climb up her throat.

Then his earlier words slammed back into her mind.

Let everyone outside hear how dirty the elegant, married Elise really is.

A sharp spike of panic cut through the haze of pleasure. If anyone heard her — if another staff member or, worse, a customer walked past and recognized her voice — her entire carefully built image would collapse. The thought terrified her almost as much as the pleasure excited her.

She slammed both palms over her parted lips with desperate force, trying to trap every sound inside. Her fingers curled tightly against her own mouth. Clenched between those same fingers was the small pink remote she had managed to snatch earlier.

Daniel saw it immediately.

His grin widened, dark and deeply satisfied.

He didn’t rush. He continued playing with her cunt and the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs using only his foot, toes sliding up and down her wet wedge, sometimes pressing hard directly against her swollen clit, sometimes pushing the vibrator as deep as it would go until her hips twitched and lifted helplessly off the floor. Elise’s body kept spasming. Fresh rivulets of her thick juices ran down over his toes from the fabric’s cover and gap between wet fabric and her skin and dripped onto the marble in small, shiny puddles.

Shame burned hot across her face and chest. She was a married woman. A professional. The elegant head attendant everyone respected. And right now she was on the floor of a changing room with her legs spread, a customer’s bare foot working her cunt, and a vibrator still buried inside her while she leaked like a bitch in heat.

After several long, torturous minutes of this slow grinding, Daniel finally leaned in.

Elise’s back was arched hard against the cold mirror, her neck bent backward from the intensity of the sensations. He bent at the waist until his face hovered directly above hers, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath. From this distance he could see every detail of her struggle — the way her eyebrows twitched and scrunched tightly, the way her forehead wrinkled and then smoothed out again, the way her eyes stayed squeezed shut as she fought not to moan too loudly. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly under the tight blouse. Sweat had dampened the white fabric so that it clung to her skin. From this angle her deep cleavage looked even more thorough, soft, and inviting. Her nipples stood out stiff and clearly visible.

Daniel’s mouth watered hard.

Thick saliva flooded his tongue almost instantly. There was no reason to swallow it. Saliva was meant to be used on the things that could be eaten?

He changed targets.

Gathering a heavy, glistening wad of spit, he leaned lower over her chest and let it fall in a long, thick string straight into the hot valley of her cleavage. The transparent, slightly bubbly saliva landed right in the soft crack between her breasts and stayed there for a moment, trembling, before slowly sliding downward and leaving a shiny, filthy trail across her sweat-slick skin.

The sight only made more saliva pool in his mouth.

He wanted those heavy married tits properly coated and exposed.

With one hand he reached down and popped the third button of her blouse open, then the fourth. The fabric immediately loosened. Her massive, soft breasts strained forward, wanting to spill free, but the bra still cupped and held them — much to Daniel’s clear disappointment.

Then his eyes caught the small silver front hook of her bra, sitting right in the middle of her cleavage.

He grinned.

Two fingers hooked under the clasp and tugged it open with a soft, decisive click.

Like a dam bursting open, her heavy, warm breasts spilled out completely. Soft, sweat-damp flesh surged forward and settled heavily, full and slightly swaying with every shaky breath. Her nipples were stiff, flushed dark pink from arousal and the sudden cool air of the room.

"Anghhh—!"

Even though the moan came out heavily muffled behind the cover of her palms, the sudden exposure made her entire body shudder hard. Her eyes flew open wide the moment she felt the cool air kiss her bare nipples and the hot, wet trail of his spit still sliding down between her newly freed tits.

Fresh humiliation crashed through her. She was fully exposed now — breasts out, legs spread, cunt dripping onto a customer’s foot — and she couldn’t even lower her hands to cover herself without risking a loud moan escaping.

Daniel stared openly, openly hungry, at the newly freed breasts. They were even better than he had imagined — large, soft, heavy enough to fill his hands and more, the skin gleaming with sweat and the glistening path of his saliva running down the deep cleavage.

He never stopped moving his foot between her legs. His toes kept pressing and grinding against her soaked, vibrating cunt the entire time, making sure the pleasure and the shame stayed locked together while he enjoyed the view of her married body completely coming undone in front of him.

Elise’s muffled moans grew higher, wetter, and more desperate behind her hands. Her eyes were glassy and glassy with tears of overwhelm, locked on his face in a helpless mixture of panic, deep shame, and the unwilling, dripping pleasure that refused to stop. Her bare breasts rose and fell rapidly, completely exposed under the bright boutique lights, nipples tight and begging for attention she was too ashamed to ask for.

Daniel’s cock throbbed painfully hard inside his pants at the sight.

He had her exactly where he wanted her — on the floor, legs spread wide, tits out and spit-marked, cunt leaking freely, and still desperately trying to keep quiet so no one outside would discover what their perfect, elegant attendant was really doing.

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