Cindy slid off Raiden's lap with a sultry grace, her lithe body moving like liquid silk as she sank to her knees before him. Her golden eyes glinted with raw, untamed desire, a storm brewing beneath their shimmering surface, ready to erupt. With a bold, confident tug, her delicate fingers hooked into the waistband of Raiden's pajama pants, yanking them down alongside his snug boxer briefs in one smooth motion. And there it was—Raiden's cock, hard, long, and undeniably impressive, standing proud like it was daring her to take it on.
A shiver raced through Cindy's body, not from the chill of the room but from the molten heat of lust scorching every inch of her skin. Her eyes widened, her brows arched, and her lips parted in a gasp of barely contained awe. "Holy shit," she breathed, her voice husky with fascination. "This thing… it's massive. And so real up close."
Her slender, elegant fingers wrapped around the thick, pulsing shaft, feeling its heat and the steady throb beneath her touch. With a slow, deliberate rhythm, her right hand began to glide up and down, exploring every inch with a mix of curiosity and hunger. Her gaze never left Raiden's face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure that danced across his features—the subtle twitch of his lips, the heavy breaths he drew, the raw desire etched into his expression as he surrendered to her touch.
The more Raiden squirmed under her ministrations, the hotter Cindy burned. His reactions were like gasoline on her fire, urging her to push further, to give more. With a daring glint in her eye, she leaned in, her soft tongue darting out to tease the sensitive tip of his cock. She swirled it with playful, wicked precision, dancing over the most sensitive spots like she'd been born to master this art.
"Fuck…" Raiden groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble of satisfaction. "You're way too good at that."
His praise was like a shot of adrenaline straight to Cindy's core. But before she could bask in it, Raiden's restraint snapped. With a sudden, hungry surge, he grabbed the back of her head, guiding his rock-hard length into her mouth, pushing deep until it hit the back of her throat.
Cindy jolted, her eyes flying wide with shock. A sharp sting burned in her throat and mouth, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. But she didn't pull back. No—she leaned into it, embracing the overwhelming sensation as it fused with the wildfire of her arousal. When the pressure on her head eased, she took control. Her head bobbed with fervent rhythm, sucking him down with a passion that consumed her, as if the entire world had narrowed to the man in front of her and the need to drive him wild.
Her technique was raw, unpolished, brimming with eager amateur energy—but that only made it hotter. Raiden couldn't deny the spell she was weaving. Every move, every ragged breath she took, layered on waves of pleasure he couldn't resist.
Twenty minutes ticked by, and Raiden still stood strong, no sign of breaking. Cindy's jaw ached, her muscles screaming in protest from the relentless effort. With a breathless gasp, she pulled back, a thin, glistening thread of saliva bridging her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. "Ugh… why the hell haven't you come yet?" she whined, her voice soft but dripping with adorable frustration that somehow made her even more irresistible.
Raiden's grin stretched wide, his eyes glinting with a primal hunger he could no longer conceal—a predator poised to devour its prey. With a swaggering confidence, his hand surged toward Cindy's left breast, gripping the soft flesh with a rough, calculated intensity. His fingers dug into her tender skin, leaving faint red marks that staked his claim like a brand. The warmth of her body seared through his fingertips, igniting a fire in his veins that threatened to consume his restraint. "Use those fucking gorgeous tits of yours, baby," he rasped, his voice thick with filthy temptation, each word dripping like sweet poison into the charged air. "Make my cock feel a pleasure so intense it wipes my mind fucking blank."
Cindy caught his meaning in an instant, her lips curling into a sinful smirk that promised debauchery. Wasting no time, she tugged at the tight sports bra that caged her voluptuous, heavy breasts. The fabric slid down agonizingly slow, revealing a pair of full, tantalizing tits that swayed softly, as if defying gravity itself. Her hardened nipples stood proud in the cool air, flushed a ripe cherry-red, beckoning to be touched. With brazen confidence, Cindy cupped her breasts, parting the valley between them to create a perfect cradle for Raiden's rock-hard cock, throbbing with a raw, burning need.
With a sly, deliberate motion, she pressed the outer curves of her tits together, trapping his pulsing shaft in a warm, pliant embrace. The heat of his cock scorched her smooth skin, her breasts yielding slightly under the pressure, molding to his shape. Each throb of his dick sent a jolt of wicked pleasure coursing through her, sparking her nerves like lightning. The contact was a dance of sin, each touch urging her to surrender to the dark pull of lust.
"Damn, this is too fucking dry—not slick enough to jerk your cock properly," Cindy purred, her tone dripping with playful mischief as she arched a teasing brow. Her eyes blazed with desire as she locked onto Raiden's gaze. Without hesitation, she gathered saliva in her mouth and, with deliberate allure, let it drip onto the cleft between her tits. The spit glistened as it slid down, coating the valley in a slick, seductive sheen that made her breasts gleam under the dim light, impossibly more enticing. "There we go—much better now," she teased with a low, sinful chuckle, her eyes sparking like wildfire. With bold assurance, she began to rock her tits up and down, squeezing his cock in a slow, erotic rhythm that pulsed with pressure. Each sway of her breasts was a mesmerizing spectacle, the wild bounce of her flesh so captivating it was nearly impossible to resist.
"Fuck, baby… it's been too damn long since I felt a titjob from a pair of tits this fucking perfect," Raiden groaned, his voice hoarse with raw, unbridled pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back as he drank in every sensation of her soft flesh enveloping his cock, squeezing it with flawless precision. The feeling was like fire consuming his sanity, his muscles tensing, breath ragged and desperate. Each stroke of her tits was a lash of ecstasy, pushing him closer to the edge of a dark, intoxicating abyss.
But Cindy wasn't one to settle for ordinary games. Sensing Raiden's struggle to hold himself together, she decided to play her trump card. With a devilish smile that oozed temptation, she leaned forward, her full, wet lips inching toward the flushed, precum-slicked head of his cock, glistening like forbidden dew. Without a moment's hesitation, she engulfed the tip, her tongue swirling wildly around the sensitive crown, teasing every inch with ravenous hunger. While her tits continued their relentless rhythm, she sucked greedily, her hot, wet mouth a deadly complement to the soft grip of her breasts. The combination was lethal—a perfect storm of her plush tits and the searing heat of her mouth.
"Fuck! Shit, baby!" Raiden's body jolted as if struck by lightning, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. The pleasure crashed over him like a tsunami, shredding his control until he could barely breathe. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his hand instinctively gripping Cindy's hair, pulling her closer as if to drown himself in the ocean of sensation. Cindy let out a soft, wicked laugh between her hungry sucks, her eyes gleaming with triumphant glee. She knew she owned this game, and Raiden stood no chance against her. With every sway of her tits and every flick of her tongue, she dragged him deeper into an inescapable vortex of lust, hurtling toward a climax that would shatter everything.
It didn't take long for Raiden to hit the peak of ecstasy. With a guttural, lust-soaked groan, he unleashed a thick, torrential burst of cum, flooding Cindy's eager mouth in an instant. "Fuck—ugh, this is too damn good!" His voice was raw, dripping with wild satisfaction, his hand pressing firmly against the back of Cindy's head, as if to ensure every last drop of his pleasure was claimed without waste.
Cindy, her mouth now brimming with Raiden's hot, viscous release, didn't hesitate. With deliberate, ravenous intent, she swallowed every ounce of his cum in one smooth, lustful gulp, treating it like a sacred elixir too precious to spill. Her soft, warm lips sealed tight, ensuring not a single drop escaped her greedy grasp. The salty, molten heat of Raiden's seed coated her tongue, sparking an addictive thrill that sent shivers of raw desire coursing through her body.
But Cindy wasn't done—she craved perfection in this sinful dance. With a teasing, tender motion, she leaned back in, her lips brushing against the still-throbbing tip of Raiden's half-hard cock, pulsing with the remnants of his release. She sucked gently, with meticulous care, drawing out the last traces of cum clinging to his tip, as if savoring the final essence of his pleasure. Each slow, deliberate suck was paired with the deft flicks of her tongue, expertly teasing every inch, making Raiden grit his teeth as fresh waves of pleasure threatened to ignite.
Satisfied but still hungry for more, Cindy pulled back with a deliberately slow, provocative motion, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva on Raiden's tip. Her eyes, smoldering with unbridled lust, locked onto his, catching the raw ecstasy still etched across his face. A wicked smirk curled her lips as she began to lick his shaft, her tongue dancing with soft yet intense strokes, lapping up every sticky trace of his cum. Each sensual swipe sent sparks across Raiden's skin, his long, shuddering breaths betraying how close he was to losing control again.
Cindy worked with relentless devotion, treating his cock like a masterpiece to be polished. Her tongue traced every curve, every pulsing vein, with movements so erotically charged that the air around them grew thick with heat and desire. When she finally finished, his shaft gleamed—clean, slick, and ready for another round.