June & Kaori crave Chen’s cum: Part 2 (Kaori’s face)
Kaori pads down the hall barefoot, robe half-open, skin still warm from the kitchen lights. She finds Chen lounging back in bed, shirtless, smugly scrolling through their phone—completely unbothered, cock still half-hard because they knew Kaori would come next.
She plants herself at the foot of the bed, glaring and sulking in the most adorable, spoiled way.
“I’m mad at you! You gave my treat to that brat first!”
Chen just raises a brow, voice low and lazy: “Come earn yours then.”
Her whole pout breaks into a gleam of wicked hunger.
She crawls up the bed on all fours—her soft breasts swaying under the loose robe, her hips rolling just from the climb. She kneels between Chen’s thighs, one hand wrapping around their shaft. Her soft, delicate fingers pull back Chen’s uncircumcised foreskin and stroke the cock back to full, thick attention.
“This is mine. All of it. No one interrupts.”
Chen answers by fisting her hair at the nape, tilting her pretty face up to meet their calm, amused stare. She shivers, thighs pressing together.
She doesn’t need more permission—she bends down, lips parting, warm breath ghosting over their tip before she kisses it reverently, then takes their cock into her mouth slow… slow… deeper… until her nose brushes their belly and her throat flexes greedily around them.
Kaori worships Chen like she’s starving: sucking, humming, pulling back just to flick her tongue under their crown, then diving down again until tears gather in her pretty lashes. She moans every time they praise her, drool dripping down her chin.
When they tug her hair tighter, she whimpers around them—the sound vibrating deep in her throat—then pulls off with a wet pop just to pout:
“Cum on my face. Do it. Make June watch me wear it this time.”
Sure enough—June has crawled halfway into the doorway by now, wide-eyed and biting her knuckle, half hiding behind the frame but watching every bounce of Kaori’s soft cheeks as she works them to the edge.
Chen grips her hair, hips lifting off the bed—Kaori moans, eyes locked to theirs, tears slipping free just as they spill across her lips, cheeks, lashes. She gasps softly at the heat, tongue flicking to catch every pulse she can.
Behind her, June whines—half jealous, half turned on, wanting seconds she knows she’ll beg for next.
Kaori wipes one messy drip with a fingertip, sucks it off slowly, and purrs triumphantly at June:
“See, baby brat? Proper princesses get the crown first.”
Chen pulls Kaori up by her sticky jaw, kisses her deep, tastes their own delicious semen right off her lips—then glances over her shoulder at June:
“Don’t pout, little brat. You’re next. Both of you… stay ready.”
Kaori giggles through the kiss—satisfied, sticky, victorious.