The Heart System Chapter 592

Heavy breaths were exchanged, our chests heaving in unison as we regained our air. The morning sun gradually intensified, casting a warm glow across the room.

Still catching my breath, I let my hand drift down her spine, settling between her buttocks. Two fingers were inserted into her recently used, cum-filled asshole. It felt loose and slick, warm ejaculate seeping out around my fingers as I gently explored her stretched opening. I stirred the remains inside her, feeling my own seed coating her insides and dripping onto the bedding below.

Jasmine shivered, emitting a soft, contented sigh against my neck as she snuggled closer.

A comfortable quiet descended upon the room, punctuated only by the slowing rhythm of our breathing. I moved my fingers languidly up and down Jasmine’s back.

"We ought to make this a regular thing," I whispered. "Morning intimacy. Late-night encounters. Lazy, sleepy sessions. Just... constant connection."

Jasmine let out a quiet laugh against my chest. "You're insatiable."

A peaceful stillness enveloped us once more. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I opened the gallery. I navigated to the photograph I'd captured earlier and presented the screen to Jasmine.

She lifted her head, her eyes widening in surprise. "Holy crap..."

Her jaw dropped as she gazed at the image of Delilah’s ravaged asshole, distinctly red, swollen, and gaping obscenely wide.

"Fuck, Evan... she is really spread open. Truly gaping. You absolutely rearranged her insides, didn't you?" Jasmine bit her lip, clearly impressed. "That poor girl won't be able to sit comfortably for days."

A grin spread across my face. "We made love in Ivy’s room while she was passed out drunk right beside us. I bent Delilah over that large teddy bear chair and pounded her ass while Ivy was sleeping in just her panties. It was electrifying. The thrill, the adrenaline... Delilah’s ass was clenching so hard when Ivy stirred. Best sexual encounter I’ve had in a long time."

Jasmine's breathing quickened as she listened. I observed her thighs pressing together, her vulva visibly moistening again.

"God, that sounds so incredibly hot," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You two are completely out of your minds... but I adore it. I want to hear every explicit detail later. Perhaps even witness it next time."

A soft rap echoed at the door.

"Come in," Jasmine called out casually, making no move to cover herself.

The door swung open, and Minnie entered. She froze upon seeing us, Jasmine draped naked over my chest, her rear exposed, my cock still semi-erect and glistening. Minnie's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She swiftly averted her gaze, fixing her eyes on the floor.

"Good morning, honey," I said warmly. "Did you need something?"

"Um... I... I heard Master's voice," Minnie replied shyly, twisting the hem of her shirt. "I wanted to ask if I should prepare breakfast earlier..."

"That would be wonderful," I responded. "And after you’re finished, could you also change these sheets?"

"Of course!" Minnie exclaimed, still avoiding direct eye contact. "I'll get breakfast ready immediately!"

"Good girl."

She gave a small, pleased nod and hurried out, closing the door behind her.

Jasmine chuckled once we were alone again. "She's so precious, I really think so."

"Right?" I smiled. "She's the absolute cutest. I just want to pinch her cheeks until they turn red."

Jasmine laughed and slowly pushed herself upright. She stretched her arms high overhead, her back arching gracefully.

The early morning sunlight bathed her dark skin, making it gleam with a warm, golden radiance. Every contour was perfectly accentuated. Thick strands of my semen still oozed from her ravaged asshole, tracing glistening paths down her thighs. Her buttocks appeared magnificent, full and firm from extensive exercise, two flawless globes that quivered slightly with her movement. Her ample breasts rested high on her chest, nipples still swollen and bearing the marks of my earlier bites.

She was an absolute goddess bathed in the morning light.

My cock twitched intensely at the sight, already beginning to stir once more.

"Jasmine," I said softly, observing her with sincere admiration.

She turned towards me, a single eyebrow raised.

"I feel incredibly fortunate to have you."

Jasmine appeared momentarily surprised, then her expression softened into a warm, beautiful smile.

"Likewise, handsome. Likewise."

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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Current Credits: 18387

Current SC: 700

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It seems I had dozed off after Jasmine went to shower. Because upon waking, the clock indicated just past two in the afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, bright enough to irritate my eyes slightly. There was no rain, no fierce wind battering the windows as the forecasts had warned all night. For once, the weather appeared favorable.

"About time," I mumbled, rubbing my face.

My phone was retrieved from its place on the nightstand, and the app Cora had compelled me to install was immediately launched. After a few moments of a spinning loading icon in the center of the display, the feed from the hidden camera became visible.

The perspective was identical. The bed was the same. It remained unoccupied.

Jack and Robert had not yet arrived.

"Ugh..." Dropping the phone onto the mattress, I exited the application. "I must get up..."

My entire being felt heavy as I exerted the effort to sit up. My joints made soft popping sounds as I performed a slow stretch. The blanket slipped away, and an immediate grimace appeared on my face.

Indeed. The lingering scent was a repulsive combination of sex, sweat, cigarettes, and sheer exhaustion.

"I require a shower before I inadvertently become a biological hazard."

Following a rapid shower, I donned some basic attire and left the bedroom, a towel still drying my hair. The penthouse was eerily tranquil. There was no sound from the television, no outburst from Tessa, and Jasmine was not engaged in a phone call. Only silence prevailed.

The other girls were likely still occupied with their work.

And Minne...

A slight frown crossed my features.

She typically emerged the moment she detected any movement from me. However, there was no indication of her presence. Assuming she was likely resting in her room, I proceeded towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

A plate, meticulously covered with plastic wrap, was situated inside. A cold sandwich. Naturally.

A small smile touched my lips.

"Thank you, Minne."

I retrieved the plate, peeled back the wrap, and took a bite. Ham, cheese, cucumber, and an excessive amount of mayonnaise. Precisely the type of straightforward meal she consistently prepared.

"My sleeping pattern is irrevocably ruined," I mumbled between mouthfuls. "A mid-afternoon breakfast. How wonderful."

Still chewing, I ambled into the living area and sank onto the sofa. The leather groaned softly as I extended my legs onto the coffee table and reached for the remote control.

The television screen illuminated.

The news was on.

Always the blasted news. A reporter stood near a flooded street, delivering a dramatic account of the "erratic weather patterns impacting the region." I promptly switched the channel.

A cooking program appeared. Another click. An old film followed. Another click. A talk show. Nothing held my interest.