Arthur pulled off his remaining clothes until he was down to just a pair of loose cotton boxers, letting out a long breath as the cool air hit his skin.
The trip back to the couch felt necessary; the intense wave of adrenaline and constant sexual tension since arriving in this world had left his nerves buzzing, and he needed a moment to decompress.
Amelia followed right beside him, completely bare just as he had ordered her to be during lunch.
Her smooth, heated skin pressed flush against his side as they curled up together on the living room sofa.
She leaned her head back against his chest, her heart beating in a steady rhythm as her fingers trailed softly over his sculpted abs and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
Her touch was slow and soothing, a gentle contrast to the raw chaos of earlier.
Their legs tangled together beneath the dim light of the living room, her bare, slick warmth soaking into him completely, grounding them both in the quiet house.
Even as she tried to keep her touches soothing, her soft hands couldn’t resist occasionally grazing against the rigid bulge in his boxers, affectionately stroking his heavy length.
Every now and then, she would reach down to cup his testicles, gently fondling them with a reverence that made his thick cock twitch in response.
Between those intimate caresses, she pressed feather-light, adoring kisses across his bare chest and up along his neck as she leaned into his embrace.
Arthur’s hands weren’t idle either.
Wrapped securely around her naked waist, his palms frequently slid down to cup her thick, juicy behind, kneading the soft flesh before tracing lazy circles over her lower back.
His fingers would drift further, brushing against her smooth inner thighs in slow, teasing sweeps.
Each time his knuckles brushed dangerously close to her wet, swollen folds, a shiver ran through her, wringing soft, contented sighs, mewls, and breathless moans from her lips—a sweet melody that he found entirely intoxicating to listen to.
Arthur shifted his weight on the couch and looked down at her, his voice low and firm.
"Go ahead. Stroke it."
A bright, anticipatory smile bloomed across Amelia’s face, radiant and eager, as if she had been holding her breath just waiting for him to give the order.
Without the slightest hesitation, her hand dipped into the cotton fabric of his boxers, liberating his rigid, throbbing length into the cool air of the living room.
Her fingers closed firmly around his heavy shaft, instantly establishing a steady, rhythmic cadence sliding up and down, back and forth, building immediate friction against his hypersensitive skin.
Leaning forward until her chest brushed over his lap, she parted her lips and let a thick, glistening stream of heavy saliva drop straight onto the sensitive crown of his dick.
The sudden, steaming heat of her wet saliva made his entire member twitch violently in her tightening grasp.
Using her thumb, she swirled the pool of drool across the glans, ensuring every square inch of the corona was coated before spreading the slick, gleaming layer down the rest of his shaft.
Her thumb lingered deliberately over the weeping urethra, rubbing slow, maddening circles against the sensitive slit for several agonizing moments before she resumed her steady, sliding motion, keeping the friction searingly hot and utterly relentless.
They kept at it for ten minutes.
"Ah... fuck, keep going... I’m getting close," Arthur groaned, his hips hitching upward involuntarily as the friction built a roaring, consuming fire deep within his veins.
"Yes, Master..." Amelia panted breathlessly, her eyes blown wide with total, unquestioning devotion.
Spurred by his urgent warning, she doubled her speed, her hand turning into a blur as she pumped his thick, throbbing length up and down.
Slap-squelch, slap-squelch.
The wet, obscene sounds echoed loudly off the living room walls as her palm hammered relentlessly against his heavy shaft, making his entire member jump and twitch violently in her grip.
"Mmm... Master, your big cock feels so good," she whimpered, her voice dripping with pure, unadulterated lust.
She refused to let up for a single second.
While her right hand jacked him off at a blistering, punishing pace, her thumb and index finger locked onto his sensitive crown, tracing wet circles around the weeping slit and pinching the head with just enough sharp pressure to force a harsh curse from his lips.
"Hah... fuck, right there—" Arthur panted, his fingers tangling roughly in her hair, gripping the strands tightly.
Her left hand slid down between his trembling thighs, cupping his heavy, aching balls.
She massaged them with a deep, hungry reverence, kneading the sensitive flesh as if she were trying to milk every single drop of his hot seed straight out of him.
Her mouth watered at the vivid thought, a deep, primal craving pulling violently at the back of her throat.
She was utterly starving to taste him, desperate to swallow every ounce of his thick seed.
"Hnnngh, I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna fill your hand!" Arthur growled, his breathing turning ragged and shallow as his hips bucked harder into her firm grip.
"Yes! Cum for me, Art! Shoot your thick cum right in my hand, give it all to your dirty mommy slave!"
Amelia cried out, stroking him even faster, her own wet pussy throbbing uncontrollably against the cushions as she chased her own frantic peak right alongside him.
Schlick, squelch, slop.
"Ah... fuck!" Arthur groaned, his entire body stiffening rigidly as the intense pressure finally snapped.
With a final, violent shudder, his thick cock erupted, firing heavy, viscous ropes of hot, pulsing cum high into the air.
Refusing to let a single precious drop go to waste, Amelia surged forward without an instant’s hesitation, swallowing his throbbing glans deep into the cavern of her hot, wet mouth.
Slurp! Gulp!
She clamped her lips tightly around his rigid shaft, sucking with a fierce, ravenous intensity while her tongue flicked and swirled mercilessly over the weeping slit.
His cock continued to buck and pulse inside her, shooting wave after wave of thick, creamy fluid straight down her throat in a continuous, heavy stream.
She swallowed greedily, her throat working in rhythmic, desperate contractions as she drank deep from the overflowing source.
After several long, intense seconds, the violent pulsing finally subsided to a slow, heavy drip, leaving her mouth completely stuffed, bloated, and overflowing with his heavy white load.
She offered his shaft one final, lingering slurp, peeling her lips away with a sharp, echoing pop.
Her cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk’s, distended and completely overstuffed with his sticky, warm semen.
A thick, opaque string of white fluid leaked lazily from the corner of her lips, dripping down to catch heavily on her chin.
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