She leaned in and kissed me deeply, right as Tom's dick got rock hard again. Without even saying anything, like a creep, Tom dropped his pants and began masturbating, staring at us. Seeing that, Kim broke the kiss abruptly and shook her head, slapping her forehead.

"JESUS FUCK!" She said, her voice a mix of disgust and disbelief. "Get those pants on, you pervert! We just got here."

"I was…" Tom gulped, scrambling to pull his pants back up. "Sorry."

"Just get the bags upstairs," Kim said, sitting down on the couch with me and gesturing with her head. "We'll be here with Evan."

"Of course," Tom said, gathering the luggage and quickly shuffling out of the room.

He had a stupid grin on his face. He was getting off from this… weirdo.

The fireplace crackled softly, throwing orange light over the wide couch. Kim nestled closer, her head on my shoulder, one bare leg draped lazily across mine. I lifted my glass, taking a slow sip, but before I could even set it down, she caught my chin between her fingers and pulled me in.

Her lips brushed mine, soft, gentle, stealing the last of the wine straight from my mouth. She swallowed, then licked her lips with a satisfied grin.

"Hey," I murmured, a smirk tugging at my mouth as my hand slid to her ass. "Get your own wine."

"It's tastier this way," she said, giggling before leaning in again.

I felt the warmth of her breath, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the smoke and wood from the fire. It was slow, teasing, the kind of quiet heat that said more than words ever could.

Then my eyes drifted upward. Tom stood on the upstairs railing, half-hidden in shadow, staring down at us.

Kim noticed him a second later. She sighed, brushing her thumb over my jaw. "Guess we have an audience."

I let out a slow breath, still holding her close. "Guess we do."

My arms went around her, my hands finding the hem of her tight, black t-shirt. With a rough pull, I stripped it up and over her head, letting her heavy breasts spill free. Next, the zipper of her tiny denim hotpants gave way. I shoved them down her legs until she stepped out of them. She stood before me in only a thin lace thong, her body already flushed and eager.

Kim then focused on me. She reached for the buttons of my shirt, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, pausing just to trace my chest before dragging my jeans down.

Then, with a sudden push, she sent me tumbling back onto the couch. I landed on my back, the soft cushions holding me, completely naked except for my boxer briefs.

Kim knelt over me, her lust-filled gaze fixed on my groin. She leaned down, gripped the fabric of my boxers with her teeth, and slid them down. As my half-hard cock sprang free, she bent her head. Her tongue snaked out, tracing the length of my shaft from the base all the way to the tip.

"Tasty," she said, her voice wet and low as she looked up. "Your precum tastes… good for some reason."

Yeah… if only I had some more points on Pleasure…

She didn't waste another second. She covered me, taking my cock deep into her mouth. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—hot, wet, and demanding.

Upstairs, a distinct, rhythmic slapping sound started up again. Tom was clearly overjoyed, furiously masturbating to the sound of his girlfriend degrading herself for me.

I couldn't help myself. I started to thrust my hips upward, pushing deeper into her mouth with a loud groan. Back and forth, the rhythm grew faster and harder.

My cock was now hard as a rock, throbbing deep in her mouth.

"Come here." I seized her arm and pulled her closer, then flipped her, turning her so she was straddling my face.

"Oh…"

"Enough talking. I want to taste you now," I demanded.

She settled her wet, shaved pussy right onto my mouth. She was so unbelievably slick that the first lick was overwhelming.

I started licking her. My tongue drove deep into her slit, then darted up and hammered against her clit. Her body bucked immediately.

"Oh, God, Evan! Yes! F-fuck!" she screamed, Her thighs clamped around my ears, holding me there tightly.

From upstairs, a choked, frantic sound—Tom was close, his pathetic excitement peaking.

Kim was grinding down on my mouth, completely lost in the sensation. I sucked and lapped, pulling her wet folds into my mouth, using my teeth lightly. She was shaking, a primal shiver running through her body.

I kept my tongue buried deep inside her, working her clit until her hips went wild.

She pulled back just enough to breathe, her eyes watering. Then, her gaze shifted toward the ceiling, directly at the spot where Tom was silently watching. A cruel, slow smirk spread across her face. Her hand, wet with my slick, began to stroke my cock, pulling down to the base and back up, making me jump.

"Fucking delicous," She said as she kept looking at her boyfriend. "Can't even imagine how I missed a real cock in my mouth."

I chuckled "Hmm… take it all."

Then, she dropped her head again, taking me back into her mouth. This time, she controlled the depth, sucking, licking, and pumping her head up and down my shaft. The sensation was electric… fuck, it felt too good.

"I can't wait—" I muttered, my voice thick, "I want to fuck you."

She shifted, pushing herself up with a low groan of effort. I watched as she rose, her body just fucking magnificent in the firelight. Her skin was flushed, her tits heaving slightly. She was utterly shameless, standing beside the couch, savoring the feeling.

"That wasn't nearly enough," she finally murmured, her eyes dark, and a wicked smile curved her lips. She didn't look at me; her gaze was fixed on the ceiling, on the silent watcher upstairs.

Then, she turned and climbed back onto the couch. Instead of facing me, she positioned herself so her back was to the me, her face angled directly toward the upstairs hallway. She knelt over my body, balancing on her hands and knees.

All I could see was her wide ass, swollen lips of her pussy, wet with our shared fluids. She was framing herself perfectly for Tom.

I watched her take one slow breath, then she lowered herself.

She didn't just sit; she slammed down onto my rock-hard cock.

My cock instantly stretched her tight, hot pussy. The sound was a loud, wet smack that echoed in the silence of the room.

"Ah! Fuck!" I hissed through clenched teeth, my back arching off the couch.

She let out a triumphant moan, her body settling completely over mine. She remained still for a moment, letting the exquisite, agonizing fullness sink in, feeling the stretch. I could see the muscles in her ass clenching as she savored the connection.

Then she began to move.

It wasn't the frantic riding from before; this was slow, deep, and utterly possessive. She lifted herself inch by agonizing inch, pulling me almost to the brink, and then settled back down, burying me to the balls with a heavy grind.

"This is how it's supposed to be, isn't it, Tom?" she said, her voice loud, clear, and venomous, addressed directly to the ceiling. "This is what a real man feels like. You can see me, can't you? You can hear the sounds."

She picked up the pace, the thrusts becoming deep pumps that shook the couch.

"He's so deep inside me, Tom," she continued, her voice gaining a breathless edge as her pleasure intensified. "He's filling up the place your little thing can't even reach." She paused her movement at the peak of a downward thrust, pushing her hips forward, a perfect image of dominance. "I can feel his balls slapping against me. Can you hear them, honey? Slap, slap, slap."

I grabbed her hips, driving myself upward into her tight cunt. "Tell him who owns you, Kim! Tell him who is fucking his girlfriend!"

"You own me, Evan!" she screamed, dropping low. "You own this pussy! And this is the proof! He's just watching, isn't he? He's watching his girl get absolutely wrecked!"

She started spinning her hips, grinding circles that sent waves of sensation over the head of my cock. The friction was becoming unbearable, a beautiful torment.

"It's so much better when he's listening," Kim panted, her voice now a thick, sensual growl. "Knowing he's up there, getting off to my moans for you. You are his fantasy, Evan! You are what he wants for me."

I reached forward and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. "You're a whore, Kim! A disgusting, beautiful whore! And you love every second of this!"

"I am! I love it! I love feeling you, feeling your size, the power you have over me! Over him!"

I called her a whore, huh? And days ago, I called Tessa a slut… yeah. This system was changing me. I hope it was for the best, though.

Her rhythm became frantic, a desperate, shuddering climax beginning to build within her. Her face was flushed dark, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her focus shifted entirely to the pleasure I was giving her, the cruel display forgotten for a moment by the blinding rush of sensation.

"I'm cumming, Evan! Oh, God, I'm... I'm..." she shrieked, her body going rigid.

She clamped down on my cock with inhuman strength, her internal muscles tightening and pulsating in waves. I felt the hot flood of her climax surrounding me, the pressure almost snapping my control. She collapsed onto my chest with a scream of pure ecstasy, her entire body shaking, still impaled on my cock.

I breathed hard, my body screaming at me to follow her. I held her tight, feeling her heart pound against mine.

"Get up," I gasped, my voice strained. "I'll cum on your face."

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