A long moment of silence stretched between them, their bodies slick with fresh sweat, chests rising and falling in sync. Stiletto stared into Mya's silver eyes as she stared back, every emotion flashing across her face in raw succession—shock widening her pupils, overwhelming love softening them, relief loosening her shoulders, joy lifting the corners of her mouth, excitement flushing her cheeks, and finally hunger darkening her gaze into something feral.
Without a word, Mya's eyes darted down to where his hard cock pressed against her dripping folds. She grabbed it firmly, guiding the tip inside with a swift bounce back—her ass jiggling against his pelvis as she took him fully in one slick thrust. The sudden heat and tightness wrung a groan from him, catching Stiletto completely off guard.
Wasting no movement, she turned back toward the mirror, legs shaking violently while she adjusted, then immediately began slamming her hips back against him—hard, desperate, rhythmic bounces that made her heavy breasts swing and slap together.
Stiletto winced, mind reeling at how impossibly wet and tight she felt, her walls fluttering and squeezing like she was trying to milk him dry right then.
"H—hey—"
Mya cut him off, twisting just enough to grab his arm, eyes fluttering as fresh tears of overwhelming pleasure beaded at her lashes. She bit her lip hard, voice erratic and broken. "J—just—AaaHnGg—fff—fuck me~"
Pushing aside his confusion, he drank in the sight of her voluptuous body trembling for him, then nodded. Mya's face softened into a warm, tender smile even as she kept bouncing. "G—good… I—NnnnghH—love you too~"
The words hit like fuel, and Stiletto thrust forward to meet her next bounce. Her back arched sharply, nearly cumming on the spot as she moaned even louder. With a throaty chuckle, she guided his hand toward her mouth. "Don—don't—AaaHhnN—hold back. J—Just—NNggHh—keep me quiet~"
She then pressed his palm over her lips, muffling herself as he obliged. His cock instantly grew harder at the action.
'This gorgeous woman is truly mine now…'
The sex against the sink felt endless, every second stretched in heated intensity. Stiletto matched her rhythm, pounding deep—each thrust sending ripples through her ass, her pussy clenching like a vice around him. He considered slapping that jiggling flesh, knowing it was her weak spot, craving the way she'd shatter under the sting. But he stopped himself mid-motion; the sharp crack would echo too far, risking everything. Instead, he pinched her ass cheeks hard, fingers digging into the soft, yielding meat.
In response, her body shook violently, but she fought off the climax—squeezing him even tighter, growing impossibly wetter, her arousal coating his balls with every slap of skin. Immediately, a shiver ran throughout his entire body. Usually he decided who came when…
But not today.
Today Mya was different—starving, relentless, squeezing him like she wanted to force his load out first. Stiletto couldn't help but wince at the pleasure.
'Shit… I'm going to cum first at this rate!'
In a panic, Stiletto racked his brain for some sort of edge and quickly decided he would activate {Sparking Feel} the moment he felt himself nearing his climax.
It's not like he would need to use it again today.
Continuing to thrust into her pussy, he waited until he was teetering on the brink, veins throbbing heavily. Then, seeing Mya glance back through the mirror, nodding frantically, he pulled his hand away from her mouth. She gasped out.
"I—in—AhhHnnN—inside~!"
Stiletto nodded without hesitation, clamping his hand back over her lips just as his release built to a peak. "Take it all!" As the first rope surged up his shaft, he activated the ability.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide, body seizing as an unnatural wave of lust crashed through her—back bending impossibly, tits bouncing erratically in the air. She bit down on his finger, hard enough to draw a hiss from him, as he erupted inside her womb. Thick, hot spurts painted her depths while she squirted around his cock, clear fluid gushing out in forceful arcs, soaking their thighs and puddling on the floor.
They collapsed forward onto the sink together, both breathing hoarse and ragged, bodies slick and trembling.
A full minute passed before Mya hastily pulled his hand from her mouth, twisted around, and dragged him into a sloppy, desperate kiss. Even as their tongues tangled, she started rocking back onto his still-hard cock.
"More~" she whispered against his lips, voice wrecked.
Stiletto grinned, hands on her hips…
Before pulling out entirely.
Instantly, his heavy load dripped from her pussy in thick strands, splattering onto the floor as Mya moaned at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching on nothing.
As if reading her protest, Stiletto shook his head. "Let's head back… we've been gone too long." He chuckled lowly. "It would be too merciful if your husband caught us now—don't you think?"
Mya's brow furrowed at his words, clearly confused.
Stiletto continued on, voice low and teasing as he bent to slide her soaked panties back up her curvy legs. "Doesn't that prick deserve… worse?"
Then, understanding finally dawned in her eyes.
She breathed harder as the fabric pressed his cum back inside her, the sensation making her thighs quiver. He then planted a kiss on her pussy through the damp cloth, tasting their combined essence, before hiking her dress up over her meaty ass. "Let's let him think he still has his wife…"
Continuing to savor the way his touch unraveled her, Stiletto delivered one last firm, claiming squeeze to her full breasts as Mya drew the straps back over her shoulders, her breathing heavy and uneven. She smoothed her clothes into place with a sly, devilish smirk, then picked up right where he left off. "…while I'm really giving all of me to my true lover~"
She looked him up and down pointedly when she said "all," lingering on his still-bulging cock before meeting his gaze. Her grin widened. "Motherfucker."
After pausing for a moment, Stiletto laughed out loud, reaching around to squeeze her ass—his fingers sinking deep, making her shudder once more. "Literally~"
A moment of silence.
And then, Mya broke it as she slapped his chest playfully, the sharp little smack echoing in the steamy bathroom. She then bent low to scoop up his scattered clothes. Her heavy breasts swayed with the motion, still-hard nipples brushing against the fabric of her dress.
For a moment, she paused when she reached his cock—still half-hard and slick—and wrapped her fingers around the thick base in one smooth, possessive tug. The sudden grip made him twitch, a fresh bead of precum welling at the slit.
Mya leaned in without hesitation, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss right to the leaking tip, lips lingering long enough to taste the salty evidence of what they'd just done. She pulled back with a soft, wet sound, eyes flicking up to meet his through her lashes.
"It's a shame we have to stop now…" Her voice came out husky, almost regretful, but the wicked little curve of her mouth said otherwise. "…but I like your idea~ Let's be sneaky around James."
Straightening up as she stood, she handed him his shirt, fingers brushing his as she passed it over. Then she turned toward the sink, hips swaying deliberately, and dropped Stiletto's pants under the faucet with a wet slap. Water hissed on as she began rinsing, the fabric darkening under the stream.
Stiletto stood frozen for a second, staring at the obscene picture she made: dress in disarray, thighs still slick with their combined mess, casually rinsing tea stains like nothing had happened. His cock gave an involuntary jerk at the sight. "How the hell am I supposed to get soft when you just did that?"
Mya caught his stunned expression in the mirror and shrugged with exaggerated innocence, water dripping from her fingers. "Figure it out~"
He had no other option but to exhale sharply through his nose—half exasperation, half helpless arousal—while tugging his shirt back on. His eyes flicked to the pants soaking in the sink. "What're you doing?"
Mya then turned the handles further, letting cool water run over the tea-stained fabric as she worked the worst of it with her fingers. "I have to wash the tea stain out as much as I can," she said, glancing back at him with a sly grin. "That's what we came in here for in the first place, remember?"
Stiletto nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face despite himself. He adored this woman—far beyond the lush curves, the heavy breasts, or the mature, motherly warmth that had first drawn him in. He loved the way she could go from feral and desperate to teasing and composed in the span of a heartbeat, the way she matched his cruelty with her own brand of vicious playfulness.
She was his in every way that mattered, and the knowledge settled deep in his chest like a second heartbeat.
After a few more moments, they dressed together in quiet tandem, passing damp towels back and forth to wipe away the slick sheen of sweat, the streaks of her arousal on his thighs, and the sticky trails of his cum on hers.
Glancing down, he noticed a fresh bead of white already leaking from between her folds. "It's still dripping out of you."
In that moment, Mya's eyes sparkled with something possessive and filthy. She clenched her inner muscles deliberately, thighs pressing together. "Then I'll just squeeze hard enough to keep it all inside," she said, voice dropping into that cute, crude register that always made his blood run hot. "I want every drop of you staying right where it belongs~"
'D—damn…'
Stiletto's cock twitched hard, the front of his freshly pulled-on pants tenting again almost instantly. 'Maybe I should just… fuck her again.' The thought slammed through him like a freight train.
But not long after he cursed inwardly, squeezing his eyes shut. 'Fuck… not again. Dead grandmas. Dead grandmas… DEAD GRANDMAS!'
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"Ahh… that did the trick."
Ignoring both his odd remark and the even odder look on his face, Mya tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Ready then, Young Master~?"
Shot back to reality, Stiletto smirked, adjusting himself one last time. "In character already, I see~ But yes. Let's go."
Turning around, he reached for the door handle. But then…
The system slid into view, crimson text glowing softly in front of his face.
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[Passive Skill 'Sage' Activated...]
Conditions met.
Would you like to convert the experience into a book?
(P.S.) At the Flicker Rank, this conversion opportunity will only remain available for four minutes. If the user chooses to continue on with whatever they are doing, the experience will be discarded, and this same experience can never be converted again.
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Additionally, due to the skill being at Flicker Rank... the user will undergo a punishment if the offer is declined.
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'Huh?'