Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Samantha's eyes fluttered shut—mm~—her chest rising in a slow, exhausted sigh as she melted into the sheets, every inch of her body still tingling with oversensitivity.

A slick sheen of sweat clung to her collarbone—drip~—as another pearl of saliva trailed from her lips, mixing lazily with the streaks of cum drying sticky on her chin.

Then—huff~—Don's voice cut through the haze, rough and hesitant.

"Uh… mom…?"

Her lashes lifted—ah~—just enough to see him still hovering above her, his softening cock twitching against her ruined cleavage, smearing another glistening streak across her nipple.

Samantha's eyes snapped wide—ah~—as she felt the thick weight of him throb against her sticky skin, the softening flesh twitching—throb~—then swelling hot and heavy between her sweat-slicked breasts once more.

A shaky breath left her throat—huff~—as she watched his cock stiffen in real time, veins bulging anew along the flushed shaft as it pressed insistently against her ruined cleavage.

Pre-cum beaded at the tip—drip~—mixing with the streaks of white still smeared across her pink nipple, the slickness making her skin glisten under the dim light.

"D-Donnie, you're still—" Samantha muttered weakly, her voice trembling as his cock twitched—throb~—hot and insistent against her sticky skin.

"I still want more of you, Mom," Don interrupted, his voice rough and breathless—huff~—as his fingers dug into the mattress, hips rolling forward in a slow, filthy grind—squelch~—smearing another thick stripe of pre-cum between her sweat-slicked tits.

Samantha's eyes trembled—mm~—as his words sent a jolt through her spent body, her heart skipping a beat as a hot insistent throb settled between her thighs.

Her lips parted—huff~—a shaky exhale escaping as she felt his cock twitch against her sticky skin, already swelling thicker, hotter, the veins along his shaft pulsing visibly beneath the mess of sweat and cum smeared between her breasts.

Samantha gulped nervously as she finally muttered a reply, saying, "Of course sweetie, just…."

A strong blush—mmfph~—settled on her face as she trailed off, the heat crawling down her neck as Don's cock pulsed—throb~—against her cleavage, still smearing sticky streaks between her skin.

Don could feel her shift under him—squelch~—as she spoke, her thighs trembling slightly against the sheets.

Looking back, he found she had begun slowly spreading her legs—ngh~—the sticky wetness between them glistening under the dim light, her folds still flushed and glistening from earlier.

Don turned his head back to her—huff~—and found she looked more nervous, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as a fresh trickle of sweat rolled down her temple.

But she finished her words in a low, shuddering tone, adding, "Just… start slow."

The mattress creaked—ngh~—as Don shifted his weight, his cock giving another thick, needy twitch against her skin, smearing another glistening stripe of pre-cum between her sticky cleavage.

The mattress dipped—ngh~—as Don immediately moved from above her, settling beside Samantha instead, his knees pressing into the sheets as his hand slid down her thigh—squelch~—his fingers leaving damp streaks on her sweat-slick skin.

Her breath hitched—ah~—as his grip urged her leg wider, the swollen heat between her thighs glistening under the light, her folds still flushed and sticky from before.

A fresh bead of sweat—drip~—rolled down her inner thigh, mixing with the mess already smeared there.

Don's cock twitched—throb~—against her hip, still hard and eager, pre-cum stringing between them as he shifted closer.

Don's fingers paused—mm~—just shy of her glistening folds, his knuckles brushing the damp, trembling skin of her inner thigh as he said to her, "can you move up further on the bed?"

He paused, his gaze wandering over her body briefly before he added, "…the pillows should help make you more comfortable."

Samantha nodded weakly—mm~—fighting the urge of her body to shift her lower half and grind against his hand.

Instead, she raised herself up a little—ngh~—her palms pressing into the damp sheets as she crawled on all fours higher up the bed, purposefully exposing her big round ass to Don.

Her thighs trembled—ah~—as she moved, the sticky wetness between them glistening, her folds leaving a faint sheen on the sheets beneath her.

Don's breath hitched—huff~—as he watched her move, his cock twitching eagerly.

The sight of her crawling those round hips swaying, her glistening folds peeking between trembling thighs, sent fresh arousal pulsing through his veins.

Her fingers dug into the sheets as she settled back against the pillows, her body sinking into them with a soft sigh.

Their eyes met—mm~—hers half-lidded.

Samantha's lips parted—huff~—in that weak but warm smile, her cheeks still flushed deep pink as her thighs trembled apart.

The slick heat between them still glistened—squelch~—under light, her folds peeking from behind trembling fingers as she kept one hand pressed between her legs.

Her other palm—mm~—cupped the underside of her breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh absently, smearing streaks of drying cum and sweat across her nipple.

Samantha kept Don's gaze—mm~—her as fingers kept sliding up and down her sweat-slick stomach, nails dragging lightly over flushed skin before dipping between her spread thighs.

As her legs fell open wider—ah~—the sticky heat of their mixed fluids glistening as she suddenly brushed two fingers through her soaked folds, spreading them with a soft—shlk~—under her touch.

Her other hand—huff~—remained on her breast, thumb circling a stiff, cum-coated nipple, smearing the drying streaks of white as she pressed into the tender flesh.

A shaky breath left her—pant~—as her eyes trailed down to Don's cock with anxious anticipation.

"Come on, sweetie… gulp~ make me your woman…"

Her voice was breathy, raw, the words trembling out between parted lips still glazed with his spunk.

Don's cock twitched—throb~—at the words, his hips jerking forward instinctively as he immediately shuffled forward, closing the distance between them in one desperate movement.

His knees pressed into the mattress as he settled between her spread legs, his hardened cock hovering just inches away from her spread folds, the swollen tip glistening with pre-cum.

Samantha raised her head—mm~—her neck arching slightly as she looked up at Don through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips still parted and glistening with his mess.

Her fingers, sticky with sweat and cum, trailed from her breast to his chest—shlk~—smearing a wet streak across his flushed skin as she dragged them upward.

Her touch was slow—huff~—each fingertip leaving a slick trail as she moved over his collarbone, up the column of his throat, until her palm pressed against his cheek.

Her fingers trembled against his cheek—shlk~—as she traced the damp curve of his jaw.

"Mm~...is it wrong," she breathed, her voice thick and sticky like the mess between her thighs, "that I want this so bad? To have my own—ah~—sweet boy inside me...?"

Don's cock twitched—throb~—against her inner thigh, smearing a fresh streak of pre-cum onto her already messy skin.

Don's breath came hot—huff~—his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself, his cockhead catching on her sticky folds with a slick shlk~ of wetness.

"No," he groaned, voice rough, fingers digging into her trembling thighs. "No, mom... it's not wrong. I want you. I want to feel every part of you and make love to you… over and over again..."

His hips rolled again—ngh~—the swollen tip of him nudging deeper, smearing hot pre-cum against her wet inviting entrance.