Heavy breathing, the creaking of a bed, and the wet sounds of flesh slapping together echoed through the night room.
Under the soft glow of the ceiling light, a naked man and woman were entangled in a lewd embrace.
It was a simple hotel room with two beds placed side by side. On one of the large beds with a bronze pipe frame, a woman was straddling a man lying on his back, violently swinging her hips.
The woman was a tall, muscular beauty with bronzed skin who appeared to be around forty. Despite her toned, athletic body, she had large, soft breasts that bounced heavily with every movement of her waist.
Her silver, mannish short hair suited her sharp, deeply chiseled features perfectly. Her eyes were brown—normally sharp and piercing—but right now they were melted with pleasure, looking utterly debauched.
Beneath her was a rather petite teenage boy. The difference in physique and age made him look almost like a child compared to the large woman.
The boy had a lean, toned body. His skin had a natural sun-kissed tone. His black hair was slightly wavy and short, with two prominent cowlicks on top that sprang up like cat ears. Combined with his large, somewhat sharp eyes, he gave off the impression of a black cat.
The boy was bound to the bed. His wrists and ankles were tied with belts that were fastened to the bed’s pipe frame, completely robbing him of his limb movement.
The woman straddled his waist, placed both hands on his slim chest for support, and continued riding him vigorously.
She leaned forward, covering the boy with her body, and brought her face close to greedily devour his lips. She kissed him deeply, their tongues intertwining in a passionate, messy kiss.
After enjoying the kiss, the woman pulled her lips away, looked down at him with an excited voice, and ordered:
"...Drink it. Just like before."
She paused for a moment, gathered saliva in her mouth, then stopped moving her hips and began dripping it into the boy’s open mouth. A thick string of saliva stretched down toward his lips.
Just as the woman commanded, the boy opened his mouth and swallowed the saliva she had dropped into it.
"Melissa really loves making people drink her saliva like that, doesn’t she?"
The other woman in the room, who had been sitting naked on the second bed, spoke up. Her voice was almost identical to Melissa’s.
The reason their appearances were nearly identical was simple — they were twins. The only clear difference was the position of their red star tattoos.
Melissa had tattoos on her left earlobe and left shoulder. The other woman had the same design on her right earlobe and right shoulder.
"You like it too, don’t you, Nerissa... feeding people saliva," Melissa replied as she sat up, speaking to the woman who shared her face — Nerissa Antares. Then she resumed moving her hips again.
"Well... yeah, I do," Nerissa admitted.
After replying, Nerissa stood up. With saliva pooled in her mouth, she walked over to the bed where Melissa and the boy were entangled.
Once she had gathered enough saliva, Nerissa leaned forward, peered down at the boy, and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him deeply and transferred the saliva directly into his mouth.
The boy swallowed Nerissa’s saliva with an audible gulp. Through their joined lips, Nerissa could feel the raw movement of his throat.
After enjoying the mouth-to-mouth transfer, Nerissa pulled away with an entranced expression and murmured:
"I think I prefer doing it mouth-to-mouth rather than just dripping it in."
She explained her reason:
"It feels better when I can actually sense him swallowing it."
(Seriously, these two... have some really weird tastes.)
The boy who had been forced to drink their saliva thought to himself while listening to the twins’ conversation.
(Well, I already knew that the moment I used "Sexual Appraisal" on them.)
The boy possessed the skill "Sexual Appraisal," which allowed him to see into other people’s sexual information and preferences. About an hour earlier, when he met Nerissa and Melissa in a tavern, he had used the skill on both of them.
Thanks to that, he already knew about their pent-up sexual frustration and their specific fetishes and desires.
Tying up a man and riding him aggressively. Forcing him to drink their saliva.
These were the hidden sexual desires of the Antares sisters.
Right after thinking about their tastes, the boy’s face was suddenly buried in soft, warm flesh. Melissa had leaned forward and pressed her breasts against him.
"Make my tits feel good! Lick them, suck them... you can even bite a little!"
Then she added:
"But not too hard! Be gentle... and sweet about it!"
The boy obeyed Melissa’s commands and began servicing her breasts. He licked all over them, then latched onto her nipples, sucking and gently nibbling.
He devoted himself to both breasts, but paid special attention to the left one.
"Ah... nnh!"
Pleasure surged through Melissa’s chest, causing her to let out a sweet moan. She writhed sensually and pulled the boy’s head tighter against her, pressing his face firmly into her left breast as if begging for more.
(Her left breast really is more sensitive... Just like Sexual Appraisal showed.)
The boy had already known from the skill that Melissa’s left breast was her particularly sensitive erogenous zone. That was exactly why he focused his efforts there.