The Heart System Chapter 925

Kayla stayed on her knees between my legs and took my still-hard cock into her mouth without warning. The sudden wet heat made me groan low in my throat. She sucked slowly at first, tongue working the underside, then took more of me until her lips stretched around the thick middle of my shaft. One of her hands rested on my thigh while the other lightly cupped my balls. The soft, wet sounds of her mouth filled the living room.

I let my head tip back against the couch for a few seconds, still catching my breath from the orgasm we had just shared, when she pulled off with a soft pop and looked up at me with a small, knowing smirk.

"Kim told me a little something about you fucking her armpits."

I blinked. "Oh come on. Not the time."

Kayla’s smirk widened. She stayed on her knees, completely naked, my cock still shiny with her spit and resting against her cheek.

"Or I’ll open the door like this."

I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Are you serious?"

"Come on. Get up."

I stood. My cock was still throbbing, half-hard and sticky from everything we had already done. Kayla stayed on the floor, shifted her weight, and raised one arm, resting her hand behind her head. The smooth, clean skin of her armpit came into full view. It was unfairly sexy. Smooth as fuck and... man, I was being a weirdo but fuck, it looked good.

"Man... fuck," I muttered, staring. "I wish I hadn’t done it with Kim."

Kayla, still kneeling, gestured me closer with a small tilt of her chin. Outside, Anotta’s voice came through the door again, sharper this time.

"Evan."

"I’m... getting dressed," I called back, trying to keep my voice steady. "I told you, I’m not available right now."

An irritated exhale sounded from the other side of the door.

I stepped closer until the head of my cock was right in front of Kayla’s raised arm. She lowered her elbow just enough to trap the thick shaft in the soft, warm crease of her armpit, then closed her arm against her side. The smooth skin enveloped me immediately, hot, slightly slick, and incredibly soft. The pressure was different from a hand or a mouth; it was gentler but constant, the natural give of the flesh molding around my cock.

I started moving.

Slow thrusts at first, sliding the length of my shaft back and forth through the tight, warm channel her arm created. Every time I pushed forward the head of my cock peeked out from the other side of her armpit; every time I pulled back the soft skin dragged along the sensitive underside. The faint sheen of sweat made everything slicker. The visual alone was enough to make my cock swell fully hard again inside that soft trap, Kayla on her knees, one arm raised and locked against her body, my cock disappearing and reappearing through the smooth, pale crease of her armpit while she watched me with half-lidded eyes.

"Fuck... that feels better than it should," I muttered, keeping the steady rhythm. The soft, warm friction around my shaft was addictive. Every stroke sent a low pulse of pleasure up my spine.

Kayla adjusted the pressure of her arm slightly, squeezing tighter for a few thrusts, then loosening just enough to let me slide more freely. The change made me groan. Outside, the hallway stayed quiet for the moment, but the knowledge that Anotta was still standing on the other side of the door made everything feel sharper, more dangerous.

I kept fucking the soft space of her armpit in longer strokes, watching the way the smooth skin stretched and compressed around my cock. The head glistened every time it emerged on the far side. A thick bead of precum formed at the tip and smeared across her skin on the next thrust, making the channel even slicker. Kayla’s breathing had picked up; she was clearly enjoying the control she had over me in this position.

"You’re leaking so much," she murmured, voice low. "Look at how wet you’re making it."

I didn’t answer. I just kept thrusting, the soft, warm friction building the pressure at the base of my spine faster than I expected. The combination of the forbidden angle, the soft heat of her armpit, and the knowledge that someone was waiting right outside the door pushed me closer with every stroke.

Kayla felt it. She suddenly opened her arm again, fully exposing the shiny, precum-smeared armpit, and wrapped her free hand around my cock. She stroked me in short, firm pumps, angling the head so that the tip stayed pressed right against the soft, warm skin of her armpit. Every upstroke dragged the sensitive head across that smooth crease; every downstroke kept it nestled there.

"You’re close," she said, almost amused. "I can feel it throbbing."

I was. The pressure had built too fast.

"AGH... Kayl... Kayla..."

My hips jerked forward on their own as the orgasm hit me hard. A thick, heavy rope of cum shot out and landed directly across the soft skin of her armpit, followed by another, then another. I came in strong, endless pulses, painting the smooth crease and the upper side of her breast with thick white streaks while Kayla kept stroking me through it, milking every drop onto her skin. There was so much that some of it ran down the side of her ribs in slow, messy trails.

Kayla looked down at the mess I had made, still holding my twitching cock against her cum-covered armpit, and let out a soft, impressed little laugh.

"Jesus... you really weren’t kidding about liking this."

"I... never said that."

Another sharp knock sounded at the door.

"Evan. Last chance."

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Sexual Activity Completed

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EXP Gained: +4200

Star Rating: 4.7

Mystery Chest: 500c

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Bliss Multiplier: 6300c

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Kayla smiled up at me, still on her knees, and leaned in to press a soft kiss against the tip of my cock. It twitched at the contact. Then she stood, completely unbothered by the streaks of cum still shining on her armpit and the side of her breast, and hurried toward the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the water running.

I pulled my pants back on, still sticky and half-hard, and finally walked to the front door. When I opened it, Anotta was standing in the hallway.