Esmeralda: Part 10 (the brat’s tease)
Chen is lying back now—body still buzzing, mouth still tingling from Riley’s cum, June’s kiss, the collision of all of the bodies. Riley is astride Chen’s hips, easing themself down onto their cock with trembling thighs and a gasp of “fuck, yes…” as they are filled.
They’re tight, slow, and so warm around Chen—riding them with shy reverence, their hands on Chen’s chest, fingers twitching as they brace themselves.
Meanwhile, June straddles Chen’s chest, naked and flushed, facing Riley, knees on either side of Chen’s ribs.
She leans in. Kisses Riley’s mouth again. Then kisses Chen’s.
Then—kisses both of them, slowly, alternating, lips sticky and soft.
And as she kisses both, her fingers begin to move.
June’s hands slide across Chen’s chest, and then Riley’s—soft palms, teasing thumbs.
She flicks Chen’s nipples first, grinning when their breath catches in their throat.
Then she rolls them between her fingers—one on Chen, one on Riley—making both of them gasp at the same time.
Riley’s hips stutter on Chen’s cock, but June steadies them with a hand on their waist. “Don’t stop, baby. You feel so good together like this.”
Her fingers keep teasing—circular, precise, alternating pressure and ticklish flicks.
Chen looks up at her—the brat, the wild thing, the soft disaster—and she’s glowing.
“You both make the cutest noises,” she whispers, licking her lips, “I want to see how loud you get if I do this…”
She pinches.
Both moan—Riley arching forward, Chen’s hips lifting into them without meaning to.
Riley tries to keep rhythm, tries to ride Chen steadily—even while their body is overwhelmed.
Their lips part. They whimper. Their hips stutter down on Chen’s cock. Their thighs clench. And their nipples—so sensitive, so neglected until June’s fingers found them—are now the center of their world.
June leans in, close to their ear, and whispers:
“You like that, sweetheart? Like having me play with your soft little tits while Chen’s cock is all the way inside you?”
Riley shudders, choking out a moan.
“Mmh—you’re both so—I can’t—oh god—” Riley’s hands clutch Chen’s chest, grabbing at them like they’re the only anchor they have.
June giggles. Then she pinches both nipples at once.
Riley cries out. Their whole body spasms. They look ruined.
Riley gasps, blinking back tears, hips jerking down onto Chen again.
“Please—please, please—let me cum—Chen, I need—need to cum so bad—I’m so close—please—” Their voice is cracked, wrecked, real.
June strokes their cheek, then flicks one nipple again. “Look at them, Chen. Look how desperate they are.”
And they are. They’re not just riding Chen. They’re begging Chen and June with their entire body. Every part of them is asking for release.