"Open up," Arthur commanded, a dark, pleased smirk curving across his lips as he looked down at her overfilled, distended cheeks.
Amelia obeyed instantly, parting her lips wide to present the heavy, shimmering pool of sperm filling her mouth.
Wanting to push her obedience further and please him to the absolute limit.
She pushed her tongue out right through the white mess, swirling the thick fluid around and deliberately smearing it across her lips and chin in a thoroughly debauched, obscene display.
"Good girl," Arthur murmured, his eyes locked darkly on the messy, dripping result of his climax. "Now drink it all down."
Without a single second of hesitation.
Amelia bobbed her head eagerly, her throat working in hard, greedy swallows as she gulped down every last drop of the rich, warm liquid until her mouth was completely emptied.
She opened wide once more, darting her clean pink tongue out to proudly show him that every single drop of his seed was gone, panting softly as a plume of hot air escaped her lips.
Arthur reached out, his heavy hand resting firmly on the back of her head as he gave her a gentle, approving pat, rewarding his utterly devoted slave for a job well done.
Amelia stood up gracefully, wiping a stray smear of white fluid from her chin with the back of her hand.
Without needing a single prompt or command, she padded quietly down the hallway into the bathroom to rinse her mouth and wash away the lingering, heavy taste of his seed.
When she returned a few minutes later, she still had no clothes, stepping out completely bare.
Her skin was flushed and glowing from the afternoon’s exertion, her steps light and unburdened.
She climbed back onto the couch, curling her naked, warm body tight against his side as they settled in to watch a movie.
As the film flickered on the screen, Arthur found himself occasionally glancing at the television with a dazed sort of amusement.
The plot of the movie felt utterly bizarre and far-fetched, yet it barely registered compared to the reality of his afternoon.
Receiving a frantic handjob and a thorough, enthusiastic blowjob from his own mother, who had happily swallowed every single drop of his cum with an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss.
They spent the next few hours wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, lazily exploring every inch of one another’s skin between scenes, lost in the quiet intimacy of the living room as the day slowly turned to dusk.
Arthur stood up from the couch, pulling his clothes back on as the clock ticked toward late afternoon.
He left Amelia behind in the quiet house, still glowing and half-dazed from the intense hours they had spent wrapped in each other’s arms.
Before he walked out the door, he had taken her one more time, pushing her against the kitchen counter and building up a fever pitch of friction until he reached his breaking point.
Right at the peak, he had pumped his hips forward and sprayed hot, thick ropes of cum all over her gorgeous face and her perky, sensitive tits, giving her a thorough, messy facial.
Judging by the way she had smiled with white fluid dripping from her chin, she had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
He left her with strict instructions to pull herself together, get dressed, and start preparing dinner before his sisters returned from their day at high school and university.
Even though she was still floating in a hazy cloud of post-orgasmic submission, he trusted her to obey.
Stepping out into the hallway, Arthur walked over to the apartment right next door—Aria’s place.
He raised his hand and pressed the doorbell, waiting for the lady he had commanded to be ready and waiting for him.
After a few moments, the muffled sound of light, hurried footsteps echoed from just beyond the entryway, accompanied by the faint jingle of a key turning in the lock.
The heavy wooden door clicked, swinging inward on well-oiled hinges to reveal the person standing in the foyer.
There in the doorway stood a young girl bearing the unmistakable, fiery red ginger hair of the household, though her features were strikingly younger and softer than Aria’s.
Framed by those vibrant locks were wide, brilliant sapphire-blue eyes that practically glowed, creating a stunning and deep chromatic contrast against the warm, autumn-leaf hue of her hair.
She wore a casual, athletic outfit that left little to the imagination: a pair of short black athletic shorts that hugged her hips closely, paired with a snug sports bra.
Over the top, she wore a gossamer-thin, translucent white blouse that acted as more of a window than a covering, clearly revealing the shape of the sports bra and the youthful contours of her body beneath.
Her fiery red hair was pulled back neatly into a high, bouncing ponytail that swung slightly as she tilted her head in surprise, staring out at him with parted lips.
"Oh, Arthur! Hello there," Sadie greeted him, her voice bubbling over with a bright, cheerful energy that instantly filled the small entryway.
Arthur smiled warmly back down at her, stepping closer as the afternoon light caught the brilliant sapphire of her eyes.
"Good evening, Sadie," he replied, his tone smooth and relaxed.
"Come in, come in!" she chirped, stepping sideways and sweeping her hand out in a dramatic, welcoming gesture that cleared the path for him to cross the threshold.
He stepped over the entryway, offering a polite nod and a soft, "Pardon the intrusion, then," as he crossed into the warmly lit apartment.
Sadie closed the door behind him with a gentle click, locking out the quiet hum of the hallway.
She turned to face him, her brow furrowing slightly in genuine curiosity as she crossed her arms beneath the gossamer fabric of her translucent white top.
"Mom mentioned you’d be coming over today, but she didn’t mention what it was about. Is everything alright?"
Arthur let out a low, knowing chuckle, his eyes dancing with secret amusement as he looked down at her. "You’ll know soon enough, Sadie."
Sadie immediately puffed out her cheeks, her lips curling into an exaggerated, childish pout.
She stamped one foot lightly against the tiled floor in mock protest. "No fair, Art! Not you too! Everyone’s always keeping secrets from me."
Unable to resist, Arthur reached out and gave her soft, flushed cheek a playful pinch, a gentle, disarming smile spreading across his handsome face.
"It’s fair, Miss Lynn."
Lynn was her family name—a moniker he had weaponized for years to tease her mercilessly.
As the surname doubled quite easily as a given first name, much to her eternal annoyance whenever she wanted to sound like a serious, grown-up young woman.
The close proximity, combined with his striking features and that effortlessly charming, gentle smile, hit Sadie like a physical blow.
Her heart performed a violent, traitorous flip in her chest, skipping a beat as a sudden flush rushed up her neck and into her cheeks.
Flustered and desperately trying to mask the rapid hammering of her heart, she quickly batted his hand away with an indignant huff.
"Get lost, Mr. Carter," she snapped back, though the playful giggle threatening to break through her tone completely ruined any threat she hoped to convey.
Arthur just laughed softly, his eyes sweeping over her youthful, provocatively dressed form as he waited for her to lead the way further into the apartment.
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