Chapter 657: Pandora (1)
Hovering above Sol, gazing down at his handsome face and confident smirk, Pandora realized she was more than ready. She was positively drenched.
Heavy, labored breaths leaked out of her while her eyes had grown moist with unconcealed lust. Ever since meeting Sol, Pandora was introduced to many interesting feelings. The stirring in her chest, the aching throbbing in her crotch, and the rising anticipation almost gave her the illusion that she had finished running a country wide marathon few times over.
She did not even ask his permission before shoving her ample chest right into his face, wishing to bury this bad man between her mountainous peaks.
Of course, her attack was completely ineffective.
Her breasts were so soft that, Sol felt like he was drowning in an ocean of horniness. One did not wish to escape from, forever, if he could help it.
Yet, he was stopped from reaching the highest peaks of pleasure by a small barrier of clothes. The open chest of her blouse left her bustier exposed, showing a deep cleavage that seemed to be winking at him, nudging away at his lust. The top of the bustier had frills that wonderfully decorated her deep cleavage. He could not help but think that the whole design was a surprisingly cute for someone known as the Succubus Queen.
She pressed herself against him, driving him right to the ground, while her hands held him tightly against her hefty chest. She was fully intent on not even letting him move a single inch. Unless he used some part of his strength to move her aside, that is.
Pandora snickered, wondering what he would do now. But Sol showed her that, when it came to sex, things such as shame did not exist in his dictionary.
He used the most playful weapon in his arsenal. He directly deployed his mouth.