Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 38: Handjob (2) 18+

The moment she touched Azael, he felt tremors of pleasure going through his body. He groaned louder, hips bucking up into her fist. "Yes~ fuck! yes, right there... Isabel, you’re making me feel so much better... ahhn~" His huge cock pulsed against her palm.

She bit her lower lip, thighs rubbing together as fresh wetness soaked her panties. The sight of his huge cock sliding through her hand, the way the thick veins pulsed against her palm, the way his heavy balls tightened every time she stroked down. It was driving her insane with need.

"Tell me if I’m doing it right, Young Master," she breathed against his ear, voice low and trembling. "I want to help you... I want to make this ache go away..."

Azael grabbed her soft ass, pulling her more close. He turned his face toward her. His nose brushed her nose. They both breathed against each other.

"You are... you are doing amazing~ I am loving it~" he nuzzled in her neck and kissed.

"Ahm~" Even the soft kiss on her neck made her feel pleasure.

Her hand moved with more confidence now. Long, slow strokes that dragged from the very base, squeezing gently around the thick root, all the way up to the swollen tip, then back down again. She could feel him getting even harder, the shaft swelling hotter and thicker in her grip, his dick head flushing a deeper, angry red as more precum spilled out in sticky strings.

Azael’s left hand came up and cupped her right breast. His fingers dug into the huge soft mounds of her, pushing it up. While her left breast pressed against his chest. His right hand fondled her soft ass with slow movements. While his left one fondled her impossible soft flesh. That could not be held fully in his palm. At the same time he bit on her neck lightly, to give her pleasure.

"Annhh~ Young Master~" She moaned. Her hand moved even faster against his cock.

"Isabel... you’re so good at this... I... I’m getting close already... your hand feels incredible..."

She shivered at his words, stroking him faster, tighter, the obscene wet sounds growing louder. "Then let it out, Young Master... let me take care of you... just relax and cum for me..."

Her black eyes stayed locked on his erection and that massive cock jerking in her fist, completely lost in the heated, tension-filled moment as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.

Azael moved his face away from her neck. Then he stared at her face from very close.

Isabel, who was looking at his erection, gazed up to meet his violet eyes. Their lips were inches away from each other.

Isabel’s eyes became half-lidded.

Then Azael’s eyes traveled down to her rosy plump lips, which were moist from her own licking of her lips.

While her hand worked on his erection, she pumped him even harder.

schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!

The wet sound of her pumping his cock became louder.

Azael closed his eyes in pleasure. "Ahn... you are doing so good!"

His left palm continued to work on her right breast while his right palm stayed on her ass.

"Ahn~" She moaned from his fondling.

Azael didn’t wait and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

His lips crashed against her rosy lips.

"Hhm?" Her eyes widened at the sudden kiss. But she didn’t push him away.

Azael could taste her lips. He closed his eyes and kissed her harder, devouring her lips. His tongue touched her lips, trying to invade her mouth.

Which she allowed. Her lips parted as Azael’s tongue entered her mouth.

She moaned around his mouth. Her left empty hand moved behind Azael, wrapping around his back and pulling him even closer to her.

schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!

Her hand continued the work with the same intensity, moving up and down over his wet cock.

He licked into her mouth like he owned it, tasting her, swirling around her sweet tongue, sucking on it greedily. Isabel moaned louder, her own tongue shyly fighting back, sliding against his in wet strokes.

Saliva mixed and spilled; they drank from each other shamelessly, the obscene sounds of wet kissing filling the room alongside the schlick-schlick-schlick of her hand still pumping his cock.

Saliva dripped down her chin as they kissed each other. Forgetting other things. There tongue licked each other’s with hunger.

His left hand squeezed her right breast harder, fingers sinking deep into the impossible softness, kneading and groping the heavy mound while his thumb flicked over her stiff nipple through the thin apron.

His right hand gripped her ass possessively, pulling her even tighter against him until her thigh was practically draped over his.

She pumped him with frantic, perfect strokes. Base to tip, squeezing the fat head on every upstroke until Azael’s cock started twitching violently in her fist.

"Mmmph–!" Azael’s moan was muffled against her lips. His hips bucked wildly.

His cock throbbed hard. Once, twice, then swelled even thicker. The thick shaft pulsed powerfully against her palm as the first powerful spurt erupted.

Azael kissed her even harder, mouth wide open, tongue shoving deep as he hugged her tightly with both arms. His entire body tensed. A huge, thick rope of hot semen blasted out of his cock, splattering heavily across Isabel’s pumping hand and wrist. Another thick jet followed immediately, shooting past her fingers and landing in pearly-white streaks on the floor beside the bed.

Isabel whimpered loudly into his mouth, her own core clenching hard at the feel of his cock throbbing and unloading in her grip, the sheer volume of his release making her dizzy with lust.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of heavy, messy spurts, his orgasm began to taper. Their lips parted with a wet, obscene pop. A thick, glistening string of mixed saliva stretched between their mouths before slowly breaking and falling onto Isabel’s chin.

Both of them panted heavily, foreheads pressed together, eyes half-lidded and locked on each other.

His cock was now semi-hard. Still ready to get hard at any moment.