Vincent was shocked.
Agatha was still naked.
He caught her image, from the tip of her head and tip of her toes.
Gulp.
That black hair fell perfectly on the sheet, the red skin dyed from the lust, her luscious breast, and the secret place between her thighs.
Seeing that, Vincent’s patience reached its limit. He quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed his manh**d, and shook its head.
The transparent liquid was flowing out from the glans of his sh*ft. He was sweating in fear that he might get caught mast*rbating by looking at her body without her consent but he could not help this.
‘Just this once again. Please.’
Vincent hopelessly rubbed his thing with his big hand while looking at her body.
“Haa… Haa…”
He looked back at Agatha and peeked at the center of her thighs. Maybe if he can see it clearly, it would make him feel better.
And so, Vincent stopped his movements. He went closer to her, and he spread her legs.
“Hmmm,” Agatha groaned.
Vincent froze.
He watched her, waiting if she was going to wake up or not. Fortunately, she did not.
Now, Agatha was lying in front of Vincent spreading her legs. He could see the h*le which was widely exposed to her, and he started masturbating again while scanning her thoroughly.
‘God. I know this wrong. I should be punished. I will accept any punishment,’ Vincent prayed inside his head, not knowing that the punishment will knock sooner.
“What are you doing?”
“…!”
Vincent’s widened eyes went to Agatha, who slowly sat up with heavy lids and blushing due to the wine she had drank before.
‘F*ck. This is the end. She caught me.’
Vincent did not have the time to cover his er*ction and he stood in front of her red-handed. He thought this would be the end. Agatha would call the police and report him for barging into her room and for looking at her body without her consent!
“Lanceil, what are you doing?”
His eyes, which were already wide, grew bigger.
‘Agatha was too drunk and she thought I am brother.’
Vincent pursed his lips. If he speaks right now, Agatha would recognize him.
“I think I drank too much, Lanceil, haaa… my head is spinning,” Agatha said, lying down again with her legs wide open.
His eyes automatically looked at her center. He gulped.
Maybe if he does something to her right now, Agatha will think that she was doing it with Lanceil.
Engulfed with desire, Vincent approached her on the bed. His trembling hands touched her knees, and Agatha moaned just by his touch.
“Ahhhh, hmm…”
Vincent flinched, and his c*ck hardened. He noticed that she was so sensitive that just a simple touch made her center wet again.
What does he want to do right now?
Can he take advantage of this situation?
‘If I won’t put it in, there will be no danger,’ he convinced himself like an idiot.
“Lanceil…”
Vincent laid her on the bed. He positioned himself between her thighs. And then, he drenched his own sh*ft with the love fluid from her center.
“Hmmmm,” Agatha moaned, thinking that she was doing it with Lanceil.
She felt something was odd because Lanceil’s thing went bigger than before.
In fact, Vincent has a bigger manh**d than his older brother. Lanceil was already big, what’s more, if something bigger appears?
“Ahhhh,” Vincent groaned, careful not to say a thing.
He grabbed Agatha’s white two legs together. Using her legs to clasp against his thing, Vincent shoved his sword between her clasped thighs.
“Uck!” Agatha moaned loudly.
“Hmmm…!” Vincent groaned.
Vincent’s glans had pushed in, touching her slit. He didn’t put it in inside, but it felt like he was joining them. This is the pleasure Vincent was imagining.
He filled his body with strength, and he tensed. It’s because he felt her soft and warm touch as he pushed his thing in, it felt better than he had imagined.
‘Damn it! Your thighs alone were enough to drive me crazy!’
He kept the curse in his mind, clasping her legs with one hand and grabbing her waist with the other. His lower back, which began to move slowly, rubbed against the cl*t*ris, giving her a strange feeling.
The waist shook as if it was actually inserted, the pleasure transmitted through the slit, and even the sound of flesh hitting each other.
“Uhh, Lanceil...”
Vincent growled.
He hated that Agatha was calling him by a different name. She had no idea how much he was holding back.
In anger, he imagined what it would be like inside of her. Vincent wanted to spread her legs that he was holding, and put his own sword in it without remorse. To the extent that it doesn’t matter if Agatha would find out the truth.
But he knew very well that he was not allowed to do that, not to his brother’s girlfriend.
Then, is he allowed to even do this?
Nope. He knew that but pretended to be nonchalant. Vincent mumbled curses through his clenched teeth one after another.
“Ahhh, it’s good, Lanceil… so good…”
Vincent, drunk with pleasure, tightened his hand holding her leg, and her waist lifted higher than before.
Then her cl*toris came into contact with his sword, and while Vincent moved his waist in that state, the touched part rubbed and pleasure rushed in her.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!”
Agatha, who had already reached her climax several times, quickly fell into pleasure again.
As she tensed up, the manhood between her swelled even tighter.
“Ugh!” Vincent was moaning heavily and he moved his back quickly.
The bed trembled, Agatha’s head bent back, and her voice went out.
“Ahhhh….!”
It was her climax.
Vincent also looked at her and shot a long, thin cloud of liquid from his pillar.
He smiled contentedly as he saw his own cum wrapped around her chest and stomach. And then, Agatha fell asleep again.
Vincent took his clothes and went outside to bring a wet towel. He wiped the traces of himself all over her body and walked out of the room with a heavy and guilty heart.
He was ready to be punished for loving his brother’s girlfriend and desiring her body.