She slid lower, her lips grazing his dick, then back up, the wet heat of her pussy brushing him again, each movement calculated to drive him wild. Tom's composure cracked, his hips twitching upward, a low groan escaping his lips, "Fuck, Julia…" as his hands tightened behind his head, his knuckles whitening with the effort to stay still.
Her teasing intensified, her pussy sliding against his dick with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the schlurp-schlurp of her slickness against him filling the room, a lewd soundtrack that made his head spin.
Julia's movements were fluid, her thighs flexing as she rocked above him, her breasts bouncing slightly with each sway, her green hair swaying like a curtain. "Starting to squirm, huh?" she teased, her voice warm and taunting, her hands sliding down his chest, nails raking his abs, leaving faint red trails.
Tom's groan was louder now, his smirk faltering as he writhed beneath her, his dick throbbing with need, his hips bucking involuntarily, chasing her heat.
"Goddamn it," he muttered, his voice strained, his hands finally breaking free from behind his head to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Julia's laugh was triumphant, her eyes glinting with playful dominance as she finally relented, positioning herself above him.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid down, taking his dick into her pussy, the wet squish of her slick walls enveloping him making them both moan. "Ohhh, Tom…" she gasped, her voice a throaty wail, her hips rolling as she adjusted to his size, her pussy clenching around him with a pulsing heat.
She rode him with a relentless rhythm, her hips grinding down, then lifting, the schlurp-schlurp of her pussy against his dick a constant, wet pulse that drove him to the edge. Julia's moans were loud, unrestrained, a mix of throaty groans and high-pitched cries, "Tom… fuck… yes…" as her body moved, her thighs flexing, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging in, her green hair swinging as she leaned forward, her lips parted in a stream of moans, her eyes locked on his with a fierce intensity. Tom's groans matched hers, "Julia… shit…" his voice raw, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements as his pleasure built, a tight coil ready to snap.
Her pace quickened, her pussy pulsing around him, the wet squish of their connection louder, her slickness dripping down his dick, coating his thighs. Julia's moans peaked, "Tom… ohhh…" her body trembling as she rode him harder, her hips slamming down with a force that made the bed creak. Tom's climax hit like a freight train, a guttural groan, "Fuck… Julia!" as his dick pulsed inside her, his body shuddering with maximum pleasure, his vision blurring as he spilled into her pussy, thoroughly drained.
His hands gripped her thighs, his knuckles white, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his purple hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
Julia slowed, her hips rocking gently as she rode out his climax, her own moans softening into breathy whimpers, "Tom… mmm…" She smiled, a warm, triumphant curve of her lips as she looked down at him, his exhausted form sprawled beneath her, his chest rising and falling with heavy pants.
She slid off him, her pussy leaving his dick with a final squish, her body settling beside him on the sheets. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek tenderly, her lips soft and warm against his flushed skin. "So," she murmured, her voice a sultry tease, "what'd you think of my performance, hotshot?"
Tom's smirk was weak but present, his breath still uneven as he turned his head, his dark eyes glinting with reluctant admiration. "Alright," he panted, his voice rough but playful, "I gotta give it to you, Julia. You were… fucking unreal."
Julia's smile widened, her green hair falling over one eye as she leaned closer, kissing him deeply, her tongue teasing his with a lingering heat. "Thank you for pleasing me so beautifully," she whispered against his lips.
Tom's grin spread wide, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of cocky satisfaction and lingering heat as he propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at Julia's flushed form sprawled across the dark sheets. "My pleasure, babe," he drawled, his voice a low, playful purr, thick with arrogant amusement. "Like, literally my pleasure."
Julia's eyelids fluttered, heavy with the haze of pleasure, her breaths growing shallower, softer, as she sank deeper into the plush mattress, her hands loosening their grip on the sheets, fingers curling lazily as she drifted off
After a beat, Tom eased himself out of bed, careful not to disturb her, his bare feet padding silently across the cool hardwood floor. He tugged on his boxers, his purple hair disheveled as he ran a hand through it, his muscles still tingling from their exertion.
Settling at the sleek desk in the corner, he flipped open his laptop, the screen's blue glow casting sharp shadows across his face. His mind shifted gears, the thrill of Julia's body replaced by the puzzle of the emerald.
He scrolled through encrypted files, maps, and cryptic notes, his fingers tapping the desk as he cross-referenced leads. After an hour of meticulous analysis, he leaned back. He had narrowed it down, there were twelve possible locations for the emerald.