Ren’s breath hitched, her body trembling with nervous anticipation. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, the heat in her cheeks rivaling the fire building between her thighs.
"Spread your pussy for me," Ross commanded, his voice firm and demanding.
Ren froze, her fingers hesitating mid-motion. Her mind raced, torn between embarrassment, fear, and the intoxicating pull of the moment. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to make a decision.
After three shaky breaths, she finally complied. With trembling hands, she reached down, her right hand parting the soft, pink folds of her pussy.
The cool air kissed her sensitive flesh, and she shivered, her body instinctively reacting to the exposure.
Her other hand resumed its motions, circling her swollen clit with deliberate precision.
The dual sensations of teasing her sensitive nub while baring herself fully sent jolts of pleasure through her body, and a soft moan slipped from her lips.
Ross let out a low hum of appreciation as he leaned closer, his dark eyes fixed on the intimate view before him.
"Amazing," he murmured, almost to himself, his tone filled with fascination. He studied every detail, his gaze lingering on her tiny, untouched entrance. Continue your journey on empire
The faint glimmer of her hymen—a delicate, pink membrane guarding her depths—captivated him.
"You’re so perfect," he added, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and hunger.
Ren whimpered softly, her breaths coming faster now. The overwhelming sensations and his intense presence left her trembling.
She couldn’t stop herself—her hips began to move on their own, her body seeking more of the pleasure that was building like a tidal wave inside her.
"Ahhh… ohhh… hahhh…" Her soft cries filled the room, her voice breaking with each moan as she climbed closer to the edge. She bit her lower lip, her free hand clutching the sheets beneath her for support as her body tensed.
Ross’s voice, low and teasing, broke through her haze.
"I wonder…" he mused, his tone laced with mischief, "how it would feel if I kissed your pussy right now… and sucked it hard?"
His words sent a shockwave through her, but it was the warmth of his breath brushing against her sensitive flesh that pushed her over the edge.
"Nooo… nooooo!"
"Iku! Iku! Iku!"
"Ikuuuuuuuuuuu! Ren cried out, her voice trembling with the force of her release. Her back arched like a bow as her climax tore through her, wave after wave of intense pleasure leaving her gasping.
The tension in her body snapped, and for a moment, she felt as though she were floating, lost in the blissful haze of her orgasm.
And then she felt it.
Ross’s mouth descended on her trembling pussy, his lips sealing around her sensitive folds. The warmth and pressure were overwhelming, sending a fresh surge of pleasure through her overstimulated body.
His tongue moved expertly, teasing and tasting as he devoured her completely.
Ren let out a sharp cry, her hands clutching at the sheets as another wave hit her. Her body convulsed, and with one final, broken moan, she squirted uncontrollably.
The warm, wet release coated Ross’s lips and tongue, his mouth eagerly catching every drop.
The intensity of the moment left Ren trembling, her body limp as she lay back against the bed. Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.
Ross finally pulled back, his lips glistening with her essence as he smirked down at her.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Ren could only stare at him, her mind blank and her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release.
"Ohhh… I’m going to enjoy breaking you in very soon, Ren," Ross said, his voice dripping with confidence as he leaned back, savoring the moment.
He reached down, his fingers curling around the delicate fabric of her panties. Holding them up for a brief moment, he smirked.
"You won’t need these anymore," he continued, his eyes locking onto hers.
"You’re much sexier without them—especially in that dress. It clings to you perfectly, like it was made just for this moment." He pocketed the panties, his actions deliberate, as if staking his claim.
"Come out when you’re ready," Ross added casually, turning toward the door. "I’ll introduce you to the group. They’ve been dying to meet you."
As he walked away, his every movement exuded dominance, the air around him charged with his presence. Just as he reached the door, Ren’s soft voice broke through the silence.
"Are we going back to your country tonight?" she asked, a glimmer of hope and uncertainty lacing her words.
Ross stopped in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder with a bemused expression.
"Go back? Of course not," he said, his smirk deepening. "We just got here today. There’s no rush, Ren. We’ve only just begun."
Without another word, Ross exited the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet space, leaving Ren alone with her swirling emotions.
Still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm, she remained seated, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breath.
Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of exhilaration, shame, and a strange, undeniable excitement.
Minutes passed before she finally gathered herself. With a shaky hand, she adjusted her dress, smoothing out the fabric as she rose to her feet.
Each step toward the door felt heavier than the last, her heart pounding in her chest.
Unbeknownst to her, the world outside was already unraveling. Both her family and her fiance’s family were in a frantic search, their panic growing with every passing second.
"Find her!" her father bellowed, his voice filled with desperation as he paced the grand hall of their estate.
Across city, her fiance’s family convened in their own mansion, their expressions grim. Phones rang, orders were barked, and search parties were dispatched.
They will search for a very long time, trying to find even a small sign of Ren.