She leaned forward, opened her full lips, and wrapped them around the thick head of my cock with her hot mouth. Her tongue licked slowly around it, circling the sensitive glans while her green eyes looked up at me in challenge. Hot saliva began to drip immediately, wetting my fingers as she sucked with more pressure.

I grabbed her red hair with one hand, twisting the strands between my fingers, and pushed slowly, forcing more of my cock into her mouth. Seraphina moaned muffled, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Saliva ran from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her exposed breasts.

*It’s so thick... damn it... but I can take it... I’m going to make him lose control...*

I increased the pace, now holding her head with both hands. I thrust deeper, feeling her tight throat contracting around the head of my cock. Seraphina gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she gripped my thighs and tried to swallow even more, her tongue pressing against the underside of my dick while thick saliva flowed profusely from her mouth, wetting her chin, neck, and dripping onto the marble floor.

"Just like that... good girl," I murmured, my voice hoarse. "Suck it deeper. I want to feel your throat squeezing."

I pulled her hair harder, fucking her mouth with rhythmic, deep thrusts. The wet, obscene sound echoed in the silent kitchen — gluck, gluck, gluck — as she gagged and drooled nonstop. Tears ran down her face, smearing her subtle makeup, but her green eyes still burned with that dangerous mix of anger and desire.

*Damn... he’s using me like a cheap whore... but why does it feel so good? No... I’m in control... he’s going to be mine...*

I smiled coldly, feeling the pleasure rising up my spine. I pushed all the way in, holding her head against my groin for a few seconds, feeling her throat convulse around me. When I released her, Seraphina gasped for air with difficulty, thick strands of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the shiny head of my cock. She coughed, breathless, but soon went back to licking the entire length, her hot tongue sliding from the base to the tip, cleaning the mix of saliva and precum.

"Look at me while you suck," I ordered.

She obeyed, her eyes red from the effort fixed on mine as she swallowed my cock again, now sucking with more hunger. Saliva flowed nonstop down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts that swayed with every movement of her head. I held her red hair like reins, guiding the rhythm, thrusting deep and then letting her breathe just enough before pushing in again.

*He’s so dominant... this wasn’t supposed to happen like this... but... I want more... no, I need him addicted to me...*

The Sensory Link showed me everything: the humiliation fighting against the growing excitement, her aristocratic pride slowly cracking as her body responded to my command.

I sped up, fucking her mouth with shorter, faster thrusts, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Seraphina moaned and gagged, hands digging into my thighs, saliva running down her neck and breasts. The marble floor at her feet was already wet.

"You look so beautiful on your knees, Lady Seraphina," I taunted, my voice low. "Sucking your sister’s fiancé’s cock like a hungry whore."

She moaned loudly around my cock, her thoughts a whirlwind:

*You bastard... but keep going... don’t stop... I’m going to make you pay for this later...*

I felt my orgasm approaching. I held her head firmly and thrust deep a few more times, until I couldn’t hold back.

With a low grunt, I came hard in her mouth. Thick, hot jets filled her throat. Seraphina gagged, eyes wide, but swallowed as much as she could, the rest spilling from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin and breasts.

I slowly pulled my cock out, still pulsing, and rubbed the shiny head across her swollen lips, spreading the rest of the cum over her face.

Seraphina breathed heavily, her knees aching on the cold marble, saliva and cum dripping from her chin, looking at me with a mix of hatred, desire, and calculation.

Through the link, I heard her last clear thought:

*He came so much... but this is just the beginning. I’m still going to dominate you...*

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I pulled Seraphina by her red hair firmly, forcing her to stand up from the cold marble floor. Without giving her time to catch her breath, I turned her body and pushed her against the granite kitchen counter. The impact made her breasts press against the cold stone, and her black silk nightgown rode up to her waist as I lifted it with both hands.

Her ass was completely exposed, round, white, and soft under the silver moonlight. Her pussy was swollen, glistening with arousal and saliva that had dripped during the blowjob.

I rubbed the thick head of my cock between her ass cheeks, sliding slowly along her wet slit, feeling the heat radiating from it.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" I murmured in her ear, my voice low and controlled. "You wanted to be fucked like some random slut in the kitchen of your own house."

Seraphina let out a muffled moan, her hands flat on the granite. Through the Sensory Link, her thoughts came through clear and turbulent:

*Damn... he’s so thick... it wasn’t supposed to be like this... I should be the one in control... but... why does it feel so good?*

I didn’t wait for an answer. I gripped her hips firmly and thrust all the way in at once. Her hot, tight pussy swallowed my cock to the hilt, her inner walls pulsing around me. Seraphina arched her back and let out a long, hoarse moan, her body trembling from the sudden invasion.

I started fucking her with strong, rhythmic thrusts, skin slapping against skin in the absolute silence of Paratime. Every time I went deep, her ass cheeks jiggled with the impact. I held her red hair with one hand, pulling her head back, while my other hand delivered firm slaps to her ass, leaving pink marks on her fair skin.

"Look at you... your sister’s fiancé... moaning like a whore while I fuck you on the kitchen counter," I taunted, thrusting harder.

Seraphina moaned loudly with every thrust, her body rocking forward. Through the link, I heard her chaotic thoughts:

*He’s so big... he’s hitting so deep... my God... I hate this... but I don’t want him to stop... harder...*

I sped up, fucking her with controlled brutality. The wet sound of her pussy echoed through the kitchen. I reached under her nightgown and grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard, twisting her nipples while I kept thrusting without stopping. The slaps on her ass grew stronger, the rhythm relentless.

Seraphina tried to hold onto the counter, her nails scratching the granite, but her legs started to tremble. I pulled her hair harder, arching her body as I thrust deep, the head of my cock hitting the back of her repeatedly.

"You like this, don’t you? Being treated like the ambitious whore you really are," I growled, going even faster.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind:

*No... I’m superior... but it feels so good... he’s destroying me... I can’t think... I’m going to cum...*

Her body suddenly tensed. Her pussy squeezed my cock hard, pulsing violently. Seraphina let out a long, high-pitched moan as the orgasm took over her. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her pussy contracting in strong spasms while jets of hot cum ran down her thighs, wetting the marble floor.

I continued thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure with deep, slow strokes now, feeling every contraction around me. Seraphina panted heavily, her body limp against the counter, sweat running down her back.

Through the Sensory Link, her thoughts came weak and confused:

*I... came so hard... he’s still hard inside me... how... how does he do it...*

I smiled coldly, still buried deep inside her, feeling the heat of her pulsing pussy around me. I didn’t cum. Not yet. I wanted more from her.

I kept my cock inside, feeling the last contractions of her orgasm, while watching the trembling body of the aristocratic redhead leaning on the counter, breathless and wrecked with pleasure.

---

I pulled my cock out of Seraphina with a slow movement, feeling her pussy pulse in protest. She was still leaning on the counter, panting, her legs trembling slightly. Without giving her time to recover, I turned her to face me, grabbed her right leg by the soft thigh and lifted it high, almost to the height of my shoulder. Her body was completely exposed, pressed against the wall next to the cabinet. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Her black silk nightgown was bunched up around her waist, her full breasts swinging freely, hard nipples pointing upward. Her swollen, wet pussy glistened under the moonlight coming through the window.

I rubbed the thick head of my cock at her hot entrance, feeling her juices run down the glans. Seraphina breathed quickly, her green eyes fixed on mine with a mix of challenge and desire.

"Hold on tight," I ordered.

I thrust upward hard. Her tight pussy opened around me, swallowing my cock inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt. Seraphina let out a hoarse moan, her head falling back against the wall, mouth open.

I started fucking her in this position, deep and rhythmic thrusts, her body rocking with every stroke. I held her raised leg firmly, my other hand on her waist, pulling her against me. Each thrust made her breasts bounce violently, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the silent kitchen.

Through the Sensory Link, her thoughts invaded my mind:

*He’s so deep like this... he’s tearing me apart... I can’t... but it feels way too good... I can’t let him see how much I’m enjoying this...*

I increased the pace, thrusting harder, my cock slamming in and out of her soaked pussy with raw force. The angle allowed me to hit her most sensitive spot directly. Seraphina moaned louder, nails digging into my shoulder, the leg I was holding trembling in the air.