Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Chapter 679: Don’t Leave Us (Part 2) (R-18)

Elle's fingers tangled in Don's hair as she lifted her hips with a desperate little whine, her other hand sliding down between their bodies.Ah~

Her breath came in short, wet gasps as she guided the thick head of his cock against her folds, the heat of him searing even through the slickness coating her thighs.

A shudder ran through her when he nudged against her entrance, the blunt pressure making her toes curl against the Bentley's leather seats.

Don's hands clamped around her waist, fingers digging into the soft give of her hips as he held her down.

She gasped—ah~—her thighs trembling as the thick tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, slick with her wetness.

Then, with one slow motion, he lowered her onto him.

The stretch was exquisite, her tight walls fluttering around him as he sank deeper, the glide smooth and hot.

Elle couldn't help but moan—Mn~—her nails scraping against his shoulders as her body adjusted, the fullness making her toes curl again.

Drool slicked her bottom lip, her chest heaving as she rocked her hips in tiny, desperate circles, already chasing the friction.

Her slick walls clenched around his cock in slow, rippling pulses, the wet heat of her pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch.

Every ridge and curve of her inner flesh molded to him, the deepest parts fluttering like a hungry mouth as he bottomed out inside her.

A thick strand of drool dripped from Elle's parted lips—ah~—her tits bouncing with each shallow rock of her hips, the pink tips glistening under the mist-warmed air.

The stretch burned just right, her swollen folds clinging to his shaft as she lifted herself slightly, only to sink back down with a wet, sloppy noise.

"I feel so full~" Elle whined, her voice trembling between breathy desperation and throaty pleasure.

Her back arched hard, her bouncing breasts pressing against Don's chest as she lifted herself—only to slam back down, taking him deeper with a wet, sloppy schlck~

Her thighs quivered, the muscles taut as she bounced harder, faster, the Bentley's leather creaking under her squirming weight.

A little drool spilled from her lips in a thin strand, her glazed eyes half-lidded as her tits jiggled with every rough descent.

Don groaned—a deep, rough sound from his chest—but didn't let Elle do all the work.

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers pressing bruises into her soft flesh as he drove up into her, meeting her bouncing descent with a sharp upward thrust.

The wet slap of skin echoed in the Bentley's cabin, their bodies moving in a slick, frantic rhythm.

Schlk~ Slap~

Elle let out a moan—ah~—her back arching as he pistoned into her, each brutal snap of his hips forcing a choked moan from her throat.

Her tits continued bouncing wildly as she clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

"Yea—oh yea—harder—!" Elle moaned, the words breaking into breathless gasps as her hips pistoned faster, her walls clenching around Don's cock in desperate, rippling pulses.

Don growled low in his throat, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of her hips as he obliged, slamming up into her with brutal, unforgiving thrusts.

The wet slap of skin grew louder—schlck~ slap~ schlk~—each upward drive forcing a choked cry from Elle's throat. Mn~!

Her head tipped back, pale throat exposed as her bouncing grew wilder.

Don's hand slid up her throat, fingers tightening in a possessive grip—mmfph~—his thumb pressing just under her jaw, tilting her head back.

His grip tightened around her throat—mmfph~—cutting off her air just enough to make her vision spark, her swollen lips parting in a delirious grin.

Drool slicked her tongue as it lolled out, pink and glistening, her hips grinding down in sloppy, uneven circles.

"U-use me… please~" she whined, the words slurred and breathless, her cunt clenching around him in hot, rippling pulses.

~ slap~

Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, her tits jiggling violently as Don pistoned up into her, his cock dragging against her fluttering walls with brutal force.

A-ah~!

With a rough groan, Don gave one last punishing thrust—burying himself to the hilt—before his arms locked around Elle's waist in a vice-like grip.

Her breath staggered—ah!—as he wrenched her up, her slick thighs peeling off his lap with a wet schlck~, her cunt clenching around nothing for one dizzying second before he flipped her onto her back. The Bentley's leather groaned under her squirming weight, her spine arching as her shoulders hit the seat.

Don's hands then shoved her thighs apart—nngh~—spreading her wide, knees bent and trembling as he loomed over her.

Her panties still clung to the side of her cunt, damp fabric forgotten as Don plunged back into her with a wet noise.

Elle's back arched off the seat—ah!—her arms locking around his neck as he filled her fully, thighs trembling where they hooked over his hips.

Drool smeared her chin, her lips parted around ragged gasps as his cock stretched her, the swollen head grinding deep inside her. Ngh~!

Her pussy clung to him greedily, walls fluttering in hot, uneven pulses as he withdrew—smack~—only to slam back in, the force jolting her body up the seat.

Her bouncing breasts pressed flush against Don's chest, slick with sweat as she clung to him, her nipples stiff and dragging against his skin with every frantic roll of her hips.

Her mouth hung open—drool pooling on her tongue before spilling over her lower lip in a glistening strand.

Her gaze remained locked needily on Don, pupils blown wide, her breath hitching in broken whimpers.

"Yess… mm yess… uhn! Ahhh—mmf—mff!"

Her words dissolved into wet, sloppy moans as Don pistoned into her, his cock splitting her apart with each brutal thrust.

Don leaned up slightly, his free hand sliding up her throat slowly before his fingers curled around the delicate column of her neck.

Even before he tightened, Elle's lips parted in a greedy smile, her tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation.

The second his grip firmed, her lashes fluttered—mmfph~—a shudder rolling through her as she arched into his touch, her hips grinding down in sloppy, desperate circles to match his thrusts.

His thumb traced her chin, rough and possessive, and she chased it with her tongue, licking a wet stripe along the pad before sucking it between her lips.

Don tightened his grip, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her throat as he thrust into her, each brutal motion forcing a choked gasp from her lips.

Elle's back arched off the seat, her tits bouncing wildly as she writhed beneath him, her cunt clenching and fluttering hard around his cock.

"Yesss—uhn~! Make me yours—ah! Mmf—! Make us yours"

Her words dissolved into a slurred moan.

Elle's head lolled back as Don's thrusts grew rougher, her lips parting around a breathless ah~ ah~ as her thighs quivered.

The blue mist clinging to her skin pulsed with each snap of his hips, her cunt clenching around him in slick, desperate spasms.

Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth and her tongue lolled out as she panted, eyes half-lidded and glowing brighter.

Slap~ slap~ schlk~

The Bentley's leather creaked under their weight, the scent of sweat and sex growing heavier in the air with each passing moment.