Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

"Soon," Xavier muttered, voice low and thick with hunger, his hands lingering on her slick, glistening tits, teasing her hard nipples one last time before sliding up.

He moved to her nape, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, soft as fucking velvet. His thumbs pressed slow, deliberate circles, teasing that sweet spot just below her ear.

"Hmmm…" Seraphina's moan was soft, a breathy little sound that hit him like a shot of whiskey, making his cock throb harder. Her head tilted, giving him more access, her body practically begging for him to keep going.

'Fuck, I wanna suck those perfect tits, swirl my tongue around those tight areolas until she screams my name,' Xavier thought, his dick screaming to cross every line. 'But not yet. Gotta play this right. Can't rush the prize.'

His hands slid back to her bountiful breasts, cupping them, kneading them with oily fingers. So heavy, so fucking soft, like sinking into warm silk. He gave both equal love, thumbs flicking her nipples, watching them harden even more, her gasps feeding his hunger.

He wanted to rip his pants off, bury his face in her cleavage, fuck her tits until she was covered in him. But he moved lower, tracing a slow, teasing line from her cleavage to her navel. Her cute little navel, a perfect dip in her creamy skin, made him smirk. 'Goddamn, even her belly button's sexy.'

His hands hit her waist, curvaceous as hell, her hips flaring out like they were made to be grabbed while he pounded into her. Seraphina's figure was a fucking masterpiece, every curve screaming to be worshipped. He slid lower, hands massaging her thick, juicy thighs, inching toward her soaked panties. The lace was drenched, clinging to her pussy, outlining every fold. Her sweet, musky scent hit him hard, intoxicating, making his cock twitch like it was ready to burst.

Seraphina squirmed, torn between the pleasure of his hands and the aching need in her dripping cunt. Xavier's massage was too good, too fucking perfect, driving her wild.

She bit her lip, thighs trembling, trying to hold it together. He smirked, watching her fight it. 'She's got some serious control, not begging yet. Let's see how long that lasts.'

With a sly grin, he switched up his technique, fingers teasing the sides of her pussy, brushing the sensitive skin just outside her panties. Never touching her where she needed it most. The torture was deliberate, cranking her arousal to unbearable levels.

Her hips twitched, chasing his touch, her breath hitching. That mature, needy scent of her juices filled the air, driving him fucking insane. His dick was rock-hard, pulsing with the urge to rip those panties off and bury himself in her wet heat.

"Mmmhn," Seraphina moaned, louder now, her body trembling under his teasing. His hands were magic, but it wasn't enough. She needed more, needed him to touch her, to fill the aching void in her pussy. Her control was slipping, and Xavier could see it, his smirk growing wider.

'How long you gonna hold out, my lady?' he thought, eyes dark with lust. 'I could ask and take you right now, you're so fucking wet. But I want you to beg, to need me so bad you forget completely that I'm just your gigolo. That's when you're truly mine.' He kept his thoughts locked down, knowing the real conquest came when she surrendered completely.

He kept teasing, fingers dancing along her inner thighs, then sliding down to her calves, her ankles, her toes.

He massaged her feet, slow and firm, letting her stew in her own need. Her toes curled under his touch, her breath heavy, the air thick with heat. Seraphina bit her lip harder, her body screaming for release, her pussy dripping, soaking the table beneath her.

Finally, she cracked. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his, desperate and teary. Xavier was working her toes, that smug little smile on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

'He's doing this on fucking purpose,' she thought, gritting her teeth, her body trembling with need.

"Do you want me to help you with 'that', my lady?" Xavier asked, voice low, dripping with sin.

"Please…" Her voice was a whisper, her eyes glistening, practically crying with how bad she needed him.

Xavier froze, stunned. Fuck, did I push her too far?'

Her desperation hit him like a punch, his cock throbbing at the sight.

'A virgin? No fucking way.'

A noble Milf like her, untouched, dripping for him like this? Only a virgin could be this depraved, this needy from just his hands.

"Say no more," he said, voice soft but hungry. His fingers hooked into her soaked panties, peeling them off slow, the wet lace clinging to her skin before he tossed them aside. Her pussy was glistening, pink and perfect, dripping with her arousal, begging for him.

He wanted to dive in, lick her clean, fuck her until she couldn't walk. But he held back, his hands hovering, teasing her inner thighs again, brushing just close enough to make her whimper.

He poured more oil, letting it drip onto her pussy, watching it mix with her juices, making her glisten like a fucking wet dream. His fingers slid closer, grazing her folds, not quite touching her clit, keeping her on edge.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he growled, voice thick, his eyes locked on her dripping cunt. He wanted to bury his fingers in her, his tongue, his cock, make her scream until the whole mansion heard.

"Ahn~" Seraphina's hips bucked, her moan shaky, desperate.

"Xavier…" she breathed, her voice a plea, her body his for the taking.