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Chapter 678: Blindfolded Freya 2
Freya’s swollen pussy glistened under the dim light, her lace lingerie barely clinging to her curves, the fabric damp with her own need.
Emily’s breath hitched as I pushed her down, her lips brushing against the lace just above Freya’s dripping folds. The fabric was soft, but the heat beneath it was undeniable, the scent of Freya’s arousal intoxicating.
"Hmm~... Don’t you dare tease me, Jack~..." Freya moaned, her voice thick with irritation and lust, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her. Her hips lifted instinctively, pressing her pussy against Emily’s face, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
Emily’s hands shot out, gripping Freya’s thighs to steady herself, her fingers digging into the soft flesh.
I could see the way her nose twitched, inhaling the scent of her sister’s pussy, her tongue flicking out instinctively to trace the lace around Freya’s lips. The teasing motion made Freya moan, her hips lifting higher, pushing herself against Emily’s face.
"Mmm~... Just like that, Jack~..." Freya whimpered, her voice breathy and desperate, her fingers tangling in Emily’s hair, pulling her closer.
I moved behind Emily, my cock throbbing as I yanked her towel robe away, surprising her. She gasped, twisting her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto my cock—hard, veiny, slapping against her ass as I grinded against her.
"Sister Freya~..." I growled, my voice low and sinful, my hand sliding up Emily’s spine, gripping her neck again, pushing her face deeper into Freya’s pussy.
"Your pussy smells so fucking good~..." My fingers trailed up Freya’s thigh, teasing her skin, my cock throbbing with the need to bury itself inside her.
Freya arched her back, her voice breathy and needy. "How can it not smell good~..." she moaned, her fingers tangling in Emily’s hair, her hips rolling, grinding against Emily’s mouth.
"When I washed it just for you~..." Her voice was thick with need, her body trembling with anticipation. "Now tell me~..." she whimpered, her voice thick with desperation, "How does it taste?"
I rubbed my cock in Emily’s asscrack, making her whimper, her moans muffled against Freya’s pussy. To distract Freya, I kept my voice smooth and sinful.
"Your pussy is so naughty~..." I purred, my fingers trailing up Freya’s thigh, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. "Dripping, so wet~..." My voice was rough with lust, my fingers teasing her folds, spreading her lips slightly. "Leaking juices for me to drink~..."
Freya whimpered, her body trembling. "Aaaah~..." Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her voice breaking as Emily’s tongue finally made contact, licking her slowly, teasingly.
"Hmmm~... So eager~..." Freya moaned, her back arching harder, her hips lifting to meet Emily’s mouth. "Aaaah! Don’t bite my clit—! Aaaaaah!"
My hips moved, my cock grinding between Emily’s asscheeks, making them red, marking her. Emily tried to hold back her moans, but her pussy was dripping, soaking her thighs, betraying her arousal.
I pulled my cock out of Emily’s asscrack and moved to the bed slowly, silent as a shadow. I pressed a finger to my lips—Shhh—signaling Emily to pull her hands away from Freya’s thighs. She understood, obeying instinctively, her fingers sliding away, giving me room.
Freya whimpered as Emily’s mouth pulled back just enough to breathe. "Jack~... Don’t stop~..." she pleaded, her voice desperate, her pussy throbbing with need.
I leaned in, my fingers pinching Freya’s nipples—hard. "Do your nipples have milk?" I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers twisting her nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "I want to drink your milk~..."
Freya let out a sharp moan. "Aaaah! Fool~..." she gasped, her body jerking as my fingers twisted her nipples.
"How can it be so soon? Milk will come after the child’s birth! Aaaaaah!" Her back arched off the bed, her tits bouncing as I pinched harder. "Don’t be so hard on them—! Aaaaaah! Don’t pinch them too hard—!"
Emily pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her own pussy dripping down her thighs, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal. Freya whimpered as Emily’s mouth left her pussy. "Jack~... Don’t stop~..." she pleaded, her voice raw with need, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I grinned, my cock throbbing as I positioned myself between Freya’s legs. "Don’t worry, Sister~..." I growled, my voice thick with promise, my fingers trailing up her thighs, teasing her folds.
"I’ll give you exactly what you need~..." My lips curved into a smirk as I glanced at Emily—her eyes wide, her body trembling, waiting for my next command.
Emily’s tongue had been slow at first, hesitant, but as Freya’s moans grew louder, her whimpers more desperate, Emily became bolder. Her tongue flicked out, tracing Freya’s folds, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of her arousal.
Freya’s pussy was swollen, her clit throbbing, and Emily’s tongue circled it, teasing it before finally pressing down, drawing a sharp gasp from Freya.
"Aaaah! Yes~..." Freya moaned, her fingers tangling in Emily’s hair, pulling her closer. "Lick it~... Just like that~..." Her hips lifted, grinding against Emily’s mouth, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don’t stop~... Please, don’t stop~..."
Emily obeyed, her tongue working on Freya’s clit, her fingers digging into Freya’s thighs as she licked and sucked, her own pussy dripping with arousal. Freya’s moans filled the room, her body trembling with pleasure, her nipples hard and aching under my fingers.
"Fuck, you’re so wet, Sister~..." I growled, my fingers pinching Freya’s nipples harder, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. "You love this, don’t you? Having your little sister lick your pussy while I play with your tits~..."
"Aaaah! Yes~..." Freya whimpered, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clenching with need. "I love it~... I love it so much~..."
Freya’s body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as Emily’s tongue flicked faster, her lips sealing around her clit, sucking it gently before releasing it with a wet pop.
Freya’s moan tore through the room—"Aaaaaah! Hmmm! I’m gonna cum—! Aaaaaah! Hmmm—!"—her voice raw and desperate, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her.
But I wasn’t done yet.
My hand shot out, gripping Emily’s hair, yanking her back with a sharp tug. "Not yet, baby~..." I growled, my voice low and commanding, my cock throbbing with need. Emily whimpered, her lips glistening with Freya’s juices, her own pussy dripping with arousal.
Freya let out a frustrated whimper, her body trembling, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Jack—! Don’t—..." she pleaded, her voice thick with desperation, "Don’t tease me—! I’ll go crazy—..." Her hips lifted, grinding against nothing, her pussy aching for release. "Make me cum—...! Please—...!"
I pushed Emily aside, her body collapsing onto the bed with a soft thud, her breath coming in ragged gasps. My eyes locked onto Freya—her pussy swollen, dripping, begging for me. My cock twitched, throbbing with need, and I slapped it hard against her clit—SMACK!