Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

The liquid glistened, coating his thick shaft, making it shine like a fucking wet dream. She wrapped her hands around him again, the oil slicking her movements, her strokes smoother now, gliding effortlessly along his length.

The wet, slippery sound filled the air, obscene and hot, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him. His cock felt like it was on fire, her hands sliding from base to tip, twisting slightly, her fingers teasing the sensitive underside of his head.

"Fuck…" Xavier groaned louder, his head tilting back, the pleasure intense. Her hands were magic now, the oil making every touch slick and perfect, her grip just tight enough to drive him crazy.

His cock throbbed, precum mixing with the oil, her fingers spreading it over his tip, making him shudder. He wanted to grab her head, guide her mouth to his cock, fuck her throat until she gagged. But he let her lead, loving how desperate she was to please him.

Seraphina's heart was pounding, her hands trembling as she stroked him, feeling his cock pulse under her fingers.

'He's so hard… because of me,' she thought, her pussy clenching, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.

'I shouldn't want this so bad, but I do. I want to make him cum. There's nothing wrong about it, what sort of master will I be of I leave my subordinate in so much pain like that'

She leaned in, her breath hot against his tip, and then, on impulse, she wrapped her lips around his cap, sucking like it was a lollipop.

Xavier's pleasure shot through the fucking roof. Her mouth was warm, wet, her lips soft and tight around his head, sucking hard. Her tongue flicked over his slit, tasting his precum, and he groaned, hips bucking slightly.

"Fuck, Seraphina…" he growled, his voice raw, his hands gripping the table to keep from grabbing her.

Her mouth was heaven, sucking his cap with eager little pulls, her tongue swirling, teasing the sensitive ridge. The wet heat, the slick oil, her soft hands still stroking his shaft—it was too much, pushing him closer to the edge.

Seraphina's mind was a fucking mess, her lips stretched tight around the thick head of Xavier's cock, the salty, musky taste of him flooding her senses.

'This is so wrong,' she thought, heart hammering, her pussy throbbing so hard it ached. 'But it feels so damn good. I want him to lose it. I want to make him cum.'

She sucked harder, her tongue swirling over his tip, teasing the slit, her hands stroking his slick, oily shaft faster.

The wet, obscene sounds of her strokes filled the air, each one making her wetter, her shame drowning in the desperate need to please him. Her tits bounced with every movement, nipples hard, begging for attention.

[Seraphina is stroking your cock: +10 harem points for every minute before you cum]

Xavier's balls tightened, his cock pulsing in her warm, wet mouth, her hands working him like she was born to do this. Pleasure ripped through him, hot and intense, her fingers gliding over his veined shaft, twisting just right, the oil making every stroke slick and perfect. But that notification flashed in his mind, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

'Gonna last as long as I can,' he thought, clenching his jaw, fighting the urge to let go. 'More points, more power. But fuck, she's making it hard.' His cock throbbed, precum leaking, her tongue lapping it up like it was candy.

Seraphina noticed his restraint, her eyes narrowing, a pout forming on her lips as she pulled back, still stroking his thick cock.

"Cum fast, Xavier, my love," she said, voice soft but urgent, her cheeks flushed. "Or I'll be late for the meeting."

'What the fuck did she just call me?!' Xavier's mind reeled, his cock twitching in her hands. 'Love?'

Xavier would be lying if he says he wasn't shocked, after all even though her affection for him haves increased by a lot and her point of view of him as her gigolo have changed as well this was moving way to fast no?

Xavier as a pornstar was already used to sex with affection but no love, so he was kinda caught off guard by her...

'She's hooked, but damn, this is next level.'

Xavier sighed, 'Since she's pleading so earnestly calling me love, I might as well forget about the technique and flow with the pleasure'

"Alright," he muttered, voice rough, his grin softening as he surrendered to the pleasure.

Seraphina's pout deepened, misreading his sigh as resistance.

'He's fighting it?' she thought, her heart racing, a mix of frustration and need.

Without warning, she upped the ante, stroking his cock faster, her hands a blur, the oil making wet, sloppy sounds. She sucked his cap harder, lips tight, tongue swirling with desperate intensity. Then, in a move that shocked the hell out of him, she leaned in and took him deep, her throat wrapping around his cock like a warm, tight glove.

"Fuck!" Xavier groaned, his head tilting back, pleasure exploding through him. Her throat was so fucking tight, hot and wet, squeezing his thick shaft as she deepthroated him.

Her lips stretched wide, sliding down his nine inches, taking him deeper than he thought she could. Her tongue pressed against the underside, her throat constricting, milking him with every bob of her head.

The wet heat, the slick oil, her hands still stroking the base—it was too much, pushing him right to the edge. His balls ached, his cock pulsing, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain.

Seraphina's mind was a whirlwind.

'What am I doing?' she thought, gagging slightly as his cock filled her throat, her lips stretched to their limit. 'I'm a noble, not some whore… but I love this. I love how he feels, it's so addictive.'