Chapter 882

Chapter 882: Chapter 882

The pleasure kept climbing. Vessa tried to take a little more of me and accidentally scraped me with her teeth. The sharp edge made me flinch, but the mask hid most of my reaction. She still felt it. Her eyes flicked up to mine in quiet apology, and she immediately softened her mouth, going back to careful, gentle suction on the head.

The subtle shift in her posture showed how mortified she was behind the mask, but I didn’t mind the minor sting. If anything, it heightened the raw nature of the session. Man, I wasn’t a weirdo, right? Right? That little expression just... dunno. Did something to me.

Emma took over the shaft. She wrapped her fingers around the base, leaned in, and sank down until her lips stretched around the middle of my cock. She sucked firmly, cheeks hollowing, then pushed further until the head bumped the back of her throat. She held herself there for a second, gagging softly around me, before pulling back to the halfway point and starting a steady rhythm, bobbing her head, tongue working the underside, saliva already making everything slick and shiny.

Vessa shifted lower and took over my balls, licking and sucking them gently while Emma continued working the upper half of my cock. Every few strokes Emma would push herself all the way down again, taking every inch until her nose pressed against my stomach, hold it for a few seconds while her throat fluttered around the head, then pull back and resume the steady halfway bobbing.

The wet, filthy sounds of both of them filled the small bedroom, soft suction, quiet gagging, the occasional wet pop when Emma pulled off for a breath. My cock throbbed hard between their mouths. Precum was leaking steadily now, mixing with Emma’s saliva. The tight, wet heat of Vessa’s earlier pussy was still fresh in my mind, and the way the two of them were working me together was pushing me right to the edge.

The combined weight of their focus felt completely overwhelming as the room grew warm and heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal. Yeah, no. No way I could hold myself any longer. I tried my best but... this was it.

I was so close.

"I’m..." I whispered, the word barely making it out.

Emma understood immediately. Without letting the camera catch the movement, she gave Vessa a small nudge on the shoulder. Vessa pulled her mouth off my balls and looked over. Both of them stood up at the same time and sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Emma lifted both of her legs and rested her feet against my cock; Vessa did the same a second later.

Their soft soles pressed together around my shaft. Emma’s technique was clean and practiced, firm, even strokes, toes occasionally squeezing just under the head. Vessa was a little clumsier, her movements less coordinated, but the warmth and softness of her feet still felt incredible. The two of them worked me together, sliding their soles up and down my cock in an uneven but extremely effective rhythm. Oil and saliva and precum made everything slick.

I groaned louder. There was no pulling back now. The pressure had already passed the point of no return.

"Fuck..."

My cock throbbed hard between their feet and I came. Thick ropes of cum shot out in strong pulses, striping across both of their soft soles and toes. One particularly hard spurt flew higher than the rest and splattered directly onto the front of Vessa’s surgical mask. She flinched in surprise but didn’t pull her feet away. I kept cumming, more heavy ropes landing across their arches and between their toes, until the intense pulses finally slowed and the last weaker spurts dribbled down the side of my shaft onto Emma’s foot.

"Fuckk..." I breathed, still twitching.

Emma didn’t waste a second. She reached over, took Vessa’s cum-covered foot in both hands, and started licking it clean with long and gentle strokes of her tongue, gathering the thick white streaks from the soft pink sole and toes. Vessa hesitated only a moment before doing the same to Emma’s foot, her tongue moving a little more shyly but still thorough as she cleaned every drop.

I stayed hard the entire time. Watching the two of them calmly licking my cum off each other’s feet kept my cock rigid and throbbing in the open air. Vessa’s eyes flicked down to it once; she clearly noticed I hadn’t softened at all, but she didn’t say anything. She just kept licking Emma’s foot until it was clean.

When they finished, Emma gave a short nod, still completely expressionless.

"Alright. That’s enough. Good job, both of you." Emma said with a deadpan tone. "Now I just need to edit it and send it."

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Sexual Activity Completed

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EXP Gained: +2700

Star Rating: 4.7

Mystery Chest: 500 EXP

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Bliss Multiplier: 4050c

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Yeah... I could’ve scored better. But... thanks to Vessa’s tightness and the oversimulation, I came earlier than I wanted. But, hey, it was still good.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 23]

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EXP: 38940/42490

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Current Credits: 18235c

Current SC: 100

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"Phew," Vessa said, wiping her brow. "Um... may I take a quick shower? I don’t want to get into a taxi like this."

"Mmh," Emma nodded without looking away from her monitor. "He’ll show you to the bathroom. There’s a spare towel in the second cabinet. Mind the water, it always takes a little time to heat up."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Vessa followed me out of the bedroom and down the hall. I flicked on the bathroom light and gestured to the built-in storage.

"There," I smiled. "I think she meant that cabinet."

"Mm. Thank you."

"Yep," I nodded, lingering in the doorway for a second. "Uh... I should probably head out. Today was... a good one, though. We were... also good, I think."

Man, what was I saying?

"It was."

"See you," I smiled, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. "I mean, hopefully."

"Yep."

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