Esmeralda: Part 8 (Sofia the edging queen)
Chen is still holding June’s head gently, cock glistening from her mouth, breath ragged. June is gasping on her knees, sweat-damp, smiling in that wrecked, blissed-out way only Chen can bring out of her.
That’s when Sofia rises—graceful, commanding. Her robe’s untied and slipping from her shoulders, revealing those incredibly voluptuous breasts, flushed and heavy, still marked by Kat’s kisses. Her thighs shimmer slightly with wetness—must’ve been someone’s squirt, thought she has already lost track of whose.
She walks to Chen silently. Hands on their shoulders. Kisses them once—slowly. Then straddles their lap and sinks onto their cock, warm and slick and so tight that Chen sees stars.
“You don’t get to thrust,” she murmurs in Chen’s ear. “Not until I say.”
They nod, breathless. Caged.
She rides Chen like she’s conducting a ritual. Her hips move slow and exact—just enough to keep them trembling, never enough to let them tip over.
Every time Chen gets close, Sofia stops.
“Not yet.”
She kisses their lips, their cheek, their neck. Bounces just once. Squeezes around them.
“Almost…”
Her breasts bounce just out of reach ever so slightly. Chen’s hands grip her fleshy thighs like lifelines. Chen is shaking. Desperate. Ruined in the most beautiful way.
And finally—when Chen’s eyes glaze and body begs—she whispers:
“Now. Cum for me, baby.”
Stimulated to the max, Chen pulls out and immediately explodes.
Thick ropes spill across Sofia’s beautiful face—over her lips, her glasses, her flushed cheeks. More spills downward, striping across her chest, her massive, perfect breasts.
She just smiles through it. So proud.
“HEY, excuse you—” June is already on her knees again, eyes locked on the mess. “That facial should’ve been mine!”
Before Chen or Sofia can respond, June leans in—and licks a thick streak of Chen’s cum right off Sofia’s left breast.
Then again, slower this time, her tongue trailing across Sofia’s nipple like it’s her favorite flavor in the world.
Sofia moans. June moans back. Chen nearly collapses as the two exchange a deep, wet, cum-flavored kiss.
June glances at Chen, tongue still teasing, and purrs:
“You better give it to me next time…or else I’ll lick it off whoever you give it to.”
The room is still glowing with aftermath. Sofia’s whole body is glistening with Chen’s cum. June is licking her clean with insatiable little groans, hair sticking to her face, Kat watching proudly from her seat.
And then—
Riley steps in.
They’re shirtless, their velvet harness still on, jeans unbuttoned, soft blonde hair a mess (as usual), flushed from something—maybe watching through the door, maybe just anticipation. Their lips are parted.
Eyes wide.
Chen and Riley lock eyes.
Chen sees the ache, the need, the salacious sparkle dying to be kindled.