The Heart System Chapter 881

Vessa slowly raised herself off my cock. Even as she lifted, her pussy clung to me stubbornly, the tight pink rim stretching around my shaft before finally releasing me with a wet sound. The moment I slipped free, my cock slapped up against my stomach, still rigid and throbbing, a thick bead of precum already gathering at the tip and starting to drip. Damn. This woman was dangerous.

I reached for my boxers and pulled them on, though the fabric did almost nothing to hide how hard I still was. Emma stayed completely naked. Vessa slipped her panties back on, the simple fabric doing little to hide the flush still on her skin.

"You actually held yourself back better than I expected," Vessa said with a small smile as she stood on the bed.

"Yeah... trust me. I know."

I pushed myself up and got off the bed, then offered a hand to Vessa. She took it and stepped down carefully. Emma walked straight to the camera, hit pause, and then moved to the computer, clicking through a few settings.

"I’ll make some tea," I said. "Does anyone want any?"

"We’re just... drinking tea like nothing happened?" Vessa asked, sounding a little shy behind the mask.

"Yup." I chuckled. "First time I was just as baffled as you. But I guess this is how it works."

"I’ll take one," Emma said without looking up from the computer, still bent over slightly.

I glanced at Vessa. "You?"

"Sure."

I walked out of the bedroom. Vessa followed a few steps behind. In the small kitchen I filled the kettle, set it to boil, and pulled three mugs from the cupboard. While the water heated I dropped a tea bag into each mug. The quiet sound of the kettle filled the short silence between us.

"This isn’t your first time with her, I suppose," Vessa said after a moment.

I nodded. "You’re right."

Neither of us said anything else until the kettle clicked off. I poured the hot water into the mugs and let the tea steep for a minute. By the time I finished, Emma had left the bedroom and was already sitting on the living-room couch, completely naked, one leg crossed over the other. Vessa and I carried the three mugs in and set them on the coffee table before sitting down.

Emma took her mug, still cross-legged, her bare pussy clearly visible. "You two are doing great."

"Thanks," I replied, picking up my own tea. "Mysterious masked woman here is carrying the whole video, though."

Vessa let out a quiet little chuckle behind the mask. "I... wow. Thank you. I’m actually glad you’re my partner."

"Oh, really?" I asked, taking a small sip.

"Yeah. You have no idea how many messed-up scenarios went through my head before this." She looked down at her mug for a second. "Someone dirty. Or old. Or both."

Emma’s expression stayed completely neutral. "I never seen him struggle this much. You see his face? You must be something else down there."

"Yeah..." I nodded dramatically. "Boy, oh boy. I thought I was going to die."

"It’s not that bad," Vessa said with a small shrug, the smile still visible in her eyes above the mask.

"Oh, trust me." I leaned back against the couch. "It’s that GOOD."

Vessa laughed quietly. After that the three of us just drank our tea in comfortable silence for a while. I kept finding my eyes drifting to Emma’s bare pussy every few seconds. She made no effort to cover herself. Under my boxers I was still completely hard, the fabric tented obviously, and neither of the women commented on it.

We sat there for a little while longer, quietly drinking our tea. At one point my eyes drifted downward and caught a clear glimpse of Vessa’s pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. The soft pink slit looked even tighter and smoother up close, delicate, almost delicate enough to make my mouth water. My cock gave a heavy throb inside my boxers.

Vessa noticed where I was looking. Instead of getting embarrassed, she just offered a small, shy smile above the mask.

"We should go," Emma said flatly, setting her empty mug down. "Before you get fully soft."

"Okay."

As if that was possible.

The three of us stood and walked back into the bedroom. Emma went straight to the camera, tapped the record button, and gave a short nod. We already knew the next setup.

I pushed my boxers down and kicked them aside. Vessa did the same with her panties, then dropped to her knees in front of me. Her soft, full tits rose and fell with each slightly nervous breath.

"Before we start," I said, looking down at her. "Let me know if I’m too rough, okay? Or if you need a break."

She nodded. "Okay... I... well, sorry if I bite. It’s been... a while since I did this."

"Alright. Let’s do it." Emma knelt down beside her. "It’s recording. Ready when you are, Vessa."

"Yup... okay."

Vessa reached up, tugged her surgical mask just high enough to free her mouth, and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. It was burning hot, thick veins standing out along the shaft. She leaned in and pressed her soft lips against the head. The first warm, wet contact made me groan under my breath. She started sucking just the tip, slow, careful, almost experimental, her tongue swirling gently around the sensitive underside.

I rested a hand lightly on the back of her head, not pushing, just holding. Vessa kept working the head with soft, wet suction, taking her time.

Emma leaned in from the side and dragged her tongue over my balls, licking them slowly, then sucking one into her mouth. The double sensation hit hard, Vessa’s warm mouth on the head of my cock and Emma’s tongue rolling my balls. I had to focus or I was going to finish embarrassingly fast.

"Daaamn..." I muttered, jaw tightening.