The Heart System

She slowly pushed herself up, her movements heavy, her body exhausted but satisfied. She crawled off my cock, her pussy dripping thick and hot as she left me. She stood up beside the couch, panting, her legs trembling, and looked down at my raging erection.

I sat up, my cock pointing straight at her, pulsing with energy. I grabbed the base, my forearm corded with muscle. I wanted to see every drop, every glorious, filthy spasm.

She knelt down, opening her mouth. "Cum! Cum, please!"

I pulled my hand back one last time, my whole body shaking, and then slammed it forward. A thick, hot torrent of semen exploded from my cock, shooting across the space between us. It splattered all over her mouth, running down her glistening skin.

Kim didn't flinch. She just stayed there, covered in my cum, her chest heaving, She reached out with one finger and scooped a dollop of my seed from her breast.

"That's beautiful, Evan," she whispered, bringing her finger to her mouth and licking it clean. "Absolutely beautiful."

"Ah... shit. Fuck yeah…"

She looked back up at the ceiling, then down at the mess we'd made on the couch. "Do you see that, Tom? That's what a man does."

Kim's body was slick with my cum, her cheeks flushed, and her breath still coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at my half-spent, dripping cock, then slowly leaned in.

She opened her mouth and gently took me in again. Fuck, she was good at this.

Her tongue ran along the underside of my shaft, cleaning the excess fluid before she started to work. This She licked, sucked, and circled her tongue around the head of my cock, bringing the rest of me back to a heavy, half-soft state.

As her mouth worked, her right hand drifted down. She reached between her own legs and ran a finger over her wet, swollen pussy, still tacky with my first load. She groaned softly into my dick, a low, muffled sound that turned me on all over again. Her fingers toyed with herself for a few seconds, moaning into my flesh, before she went back to focusing entirely on me, polishing me clean.

Finally, she pulled my half-soft cock from her mouth, a small, wet pop sounding as she released my dick. She wiped her lips clean with the back of her hand and smiled, her eyes glittering.

"Shit," I muttered, still recovering. "This was…"

"Refreshing?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she rose to her feet beside the couch. "Probably because of all the trees. In the city, you breathe only car smoke."

I chuckled. "Trees huh? Well, I guess so."

We both looked up at the ceiling. Sure enough, there was a small, splattered patch of white cum on the dark wood railing. Tom had cum, unable to contain his pathetic excitement.

Kim shook her head, a look of cool disgust on her face. "Pathetic… did that feel good, honey?" she called out toward the ceiling.

A meek voice floated down. "Y-yes! Fucking awesome!" Tom replied. "It was... it was... wow."

Kim laughed—a cold, short sound that held zero humor. "Now clean that little cum on that railing and keep bringing the bags to our room, honey. Okay?"

"Yes!" Tom immediately responded. "Phew… that felt good."

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Kim

EXP Gained: +38

Star Rating: 2.5 ★★

Reason: Could've made her

climax more than once

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Huh… I had a thing called 'Pleasure Booster,' right?

I leaned forward and grabbed the empty wine glass from the coffee table. I took one last, long sip of the dregs. The alcohol, combined with the earlier adrenaline, gave me a heavy, confident buzz.

I slammed the glass back onto the coffee table and grabbed Kim by the arm, yanking her up.

She came willingly, her body crashing into mine. Our mouths met in a kiss, a desperate, greedy exchange of saliva and breath. We broke apart just as Tom's slow, obedient footsteps started clomping up the stairs with the last of the bags.

"Suck my cock," I demanded, the words a rough rasp in my throat.

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Pleasure Booster Used

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She dropped to her knees on the thick rug without a second thought, her mouth opening wide for me.

As my stiff cock pushed past her lips, a choked moan escaped her, rumbling straight down her throat. Her hands wrapped tight around me, not smooth or careful, but like she was holding on for dear life.

Her eyes flew open, huge and black, locked on mine from below. It wasn't only want—it was raw hunger, wild need, edged with something like panic. I saw her jaw clamp down, spit leaking from the sides of her mouth and trailing onto my balls. She didn't wipe it away. She was gone, lost in it.

"Fuck... it's so good," she gasped, pulling off just long enough to speak, her words sloppy and thick. "What the hell is this, Evan? I can't quit. It tastes like... straight-up sin. This is... God. So strange. So fucking strange."

She dove back in hard. Her head bobbed fast on my shaft, taking me deeper each time. She gagged when I hit the back of her throat, but she leaned into it, letting the gag fuel her heat. Her tongue worked wild, circling the tip, tracing the veins. She was out of her mind, gulping me down again and again, riding the rush my cock sparked in her.

I was losing it quick. My body was still raw from blowing my load minutes ago, and she was pushing me over the edge. The ache built hot and fast in my gut. I tangled my fingers in her hair, steering her wild rhythm.

"Shit, Kim... ease up," I whispered through my teeth, but it was bullshit. I craved more speed.

"No way! I need it! Give me everything!" she cried against my skin. "It feels too damn good, Evan! I want it all—flood my throat!"

That broke me. The booster had wrecked any shot at holding on. A rough groan ripped out of me, and I shook, the first hard pulse of my orgasm slamming through.

I clamped her head and thrust deep, unloading straight down her throat in thick, hot spurts.

She never backed off. As my cum filled her mouth, she didn't cough or pull away—she took it all. Her eyes stayed huge, wild with lust, glued to my throbbing cock. Her throat flexed hard, swallowing every bit. She sucked even stronger as I emptied, lapping me clean with this fierce, starving pull.

I groaned low and long, legs shaky, spent. Even when the throbs faded, she stayed latched on, tongue flicking until I went soft and dry. She looked wrecked, like a junkie chasing the last high. My cum was her fix, and she was deep in it.

At last, she eased off slow, lips slick and streaked with my load. One final hard swallow, then she tipped her head back, flashing a mad, victorious smile.

"Goddamn, Evan," she rasped, voice rough and worn. "Your cum tasted amazing. Like hot lightning. I could survive on that shit. Why'd it hit like that?"

I hauled her up by the arms, close enough to feel her heat. My grin came easy, slow and smug. "Blame the salad I scarfed this morning—keeps things fresh," I said, then dropped my tone to a rough murmur. "Or maybe you're just a woman starving for a guy who's not that limp-dick Tom."

She melted against my chest, eyes blazing with total worship. "Maybe."

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 72 kg

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Level: 5

EXP: 186 / 457

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Kim grabbed our glasses off the table and headed for the kitchen. I watched her pour a splash of red into hers, then reach for mine.

I stood up quick, shaking my head. "No need. I gotta head out. Some stuff to handle in the city. Busy day ahead of me."

She turned, glass halfway to her lips, brows knitting. "When'll you be back? Make sure you don't miss the dinner, though."

"Four... no, maybe five hours, tops? Hell if I know." I shrugged, zipping my fly. "Gonna tweak a buddy's computer, then link up with someone. Or the other way around, I'm not sure yet."

"Oh." She set the bottle down, leaning on the counter. "Swing by the store too? We're hunkered here five days, after all."

"Yeah, no sweat." I tugged my shirt straight. "Shoot me the list, I'll grab it all."

"Oh, and buy some mayonnaise," Tom piped up from the hall, lugging the last duffel bag toward the door. "Forgot to bring one."

"Gotcha. Mayonnaise."

Kim crossed the room in three steps, pressed up close, and planted a soft kiss on my mouth—lingering just enough to taste her heat. "Bye."

I squeezed her waist, then broke away before it stuck. "Catch you soon."

This trip... it was actually nice. A good distraction from... well, everything.

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