Star Hedonist-Chapter 19: Bed {R-18}

"Haa...

Ahh...

Mhm~"

Clara's muffled moans echo inside the bathroom.

Her back is pressed against the fogged-up glass of the shower.

The steam from the hot water blurs her vision, clouding the space around her.

But there's nothing in front of her eyes now.

Nothing except him—the mysterious white-haired man.

The one who appeared in her life unexpectedly and turned her world upside down.

Now, he enjoys every sound that escapes from her soft lips.

The feel of her heated breath against his face.

The sweet scent that lingers as her mouth parts slightly, trembling, wet from his own saliva.

The sensation of her large, perfectly soft breasts crushed between his fingers...

SO GOOD!

And then—

He feels it.

Her delicate fingers wrapping around his hard length.

Her hand is so warm.

Just like every other inch of her body.

Begging for him.

Begging for more.

For him to love her even harder.

And so, he does.

He devours her lips with even deeper, hungrier kisses while kneading her breasts.

His hips thrust forward, pushing his rigid heat against her palm...

His swollen tip grazing against her bare stomach.

"Ah~!"

A sudden gasp of surprise escapes from Clara's lips.

Then, a devilish grin spreads across her flushed face.

"It's so big..."

"And it's so hard."

She watches the pleased smirk on his face. It's obvious he's enjoying it.

So she keeps going...

Her soft hand gliding up and down over his solid shaft.

Slow, teasing strokes.

Her fingers swirling around his throbbing length.

It's so thick, she can't wrap her fingers fully around it.

Between kisses, she leans closer, her lips brushing against his ear.

She has to stand on her tiptoes, and he leans down slightly to listen to her whisper.

"Do you like this?"

"Yeah." He answers.

That's one of the easiest words for him to learn.

Clara's grin widens.

Her eyes gleam with affection and confidence.

"Good." She hums.

And she continues stroking him.

This is her gift to him.

For the way he's making her breasts feel so good.

But she's enjoying it just as much.

Holding this huge, hot, heavy thing in her hands makes her feel so...

Powerful.

So desired.

"You must have been so lonely inside that box..."

Her voice isn't sad—it's excited, eager, affectionate.

"I bet you've been wanting this for a long, long time."

He doesn't answer with words.

Instead, he pushes himself even harder against her, his muscular body grinding against her own.

Squeezing her breasts and devouring her lips.

"Haa..."

"It's okay."

Clara looks into his eyes.

"I'll take care of your needs."

"It's my responsibility since I woke you—"

"I want this."

He lifts one of his hands and gently caresses her face with the back of his fingers.

A tender, loving touch.

Clara smiles and tightens her grip around his thick length.

She can feel it pulsing, getting even harder in her delicate hand.

He smiles.

But just as things start to heat up even more, Clara places a hand on his chest and pushes him back.

A flicker of confusion crosses his eyes, and Clara laughs.

"Wait."

She tells him, and he gives her space, stepping back.

Then, she runs her fingers over his swollen shaft one last time before pressing the shower's sensor to turn off the water.

"That's enough shower for now..."

She keeps eye contact with him as she slowly steps out of the shower.

Her fingers teasingly glide along his cock until he can no longer feel her touch.

He stands there, watching her, his expression curious.

Clara puts on her most seductive, naughty look as she slowly walks toward the bathroom door.

She doesn't mind spilling water all over the bathroom floor.

Her hips sway like she's performing a silent invitation.

When she reaches the door, she looks over her shoulder.

She stares at him.

And then, she slides a few fingers under the waistband of her soaked pants.

The fabric is drenched, clinging to her skin, but Clara forces it down.

She does it so slowly, bending forward as she lowers them all the way to the floor.

Lifting that beautiful ass of hers.

Toward him.

It's big.

Perfectly round.

Playfully perky.

Even without touching it, the white-haired man can already tell—that ass is as soft as a cloud.

He takes in every inch of it, appreciating the stunning contrast between her golden skin and the lighter, delicate shade of her curves.

And right in the center...

Her panties.

Lacy. Pink.

Just like her bra.

Not too revealing, but not too modest either.

It looks comfortable.

And yet—

He can see it.

The outline...

Her plump, inviting lips pressed tightly against the damp fabric.

Soaked.

So damn wet.

Hypnotizing.

He can't stop staring.

He can't stop imagining what's underneath.

He can't stop wanting it.

Clara watches him, too.

She sees the way his hungry gaze is locked onto her.

Starving for her.

It fills her heart with pride and confidence.

She giggles sweetly.

"Hehe~"

"You like the view, don't you?"

"You don't have to just stand there with your mouth open, you know..."

She kicks the wet pants away and motions for him with her finger.

A silent pled.

Come here.

She turns around and continues walking.

Slowly.

Her hips sway even more than before.

Her perky ass bounces, emphasizing the sensual curve between her thick thighs and soft cheeks.

Every part of Clara.

Every tiny piece of her body...

They all captivate him on a level beyond reason.

Of course, Clara could captivate any man anyway.

He already thought she was beautiful even when she was covered in dust inside that dark pyramid.

And it was obvious that she wore those tight leather outfits to hide her sinful curves.

But now that he sees her like this...

She isn't just beautiful.

She's a goddess.

And he follows her, of course.

It's strange walking with a boner so hard, but the destination isn't far.

He watches as she reaches the bed and climbs onto it.

Even something as simple as that—

Clara makes it look so sensual.

Her movements are slow, and she glances at him every so often, as if making it clear that the show is for him and only him.

She bends over at the edge of the bed.

Both hands on the mattress.

And she arches her back, lifting her ass high.

She arches a lot, even jiggling it slightly.

His eyes shine as he watches.

There's a phrase stamped all over his face.

"You're trying to drive me crazy, woman?"

If she could hear his thoughts, she would answer yes.

Clara makes up for her lack of experience with creativity and zero shyness.

While showing off that perfect ass, she glances at his rock-hard cock.

Her eyes are glazed, shining, hungry.

And then—

She sticks out that naughty tongue and licks her lips.

He grins at her teasing.

She winks at him, her expression full of love and mischief.

And then—

She crawls onto the bed, getting on all fours.

She locks eyes with him and tilts her head ever so slowly.

She's calling to him.

It's obvious.

Inviting him to come closer and taste her goods.

And he doesn't waste time.

A few long strides and he reaches the bed.

His hands go straight for those soft, round buttocks.

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He can't contain his excitement, and the first contact of his hands with that plump, jiggly flesh makes a sharp sound that echoes across the room.

Along with another sound...

"Ahh~!"

Clara's sweet moan.

A gasp of surprise—but a good one.

"Easy, big one," she whispers, her voice breathy and dripping with arousal.

"I'm not going anywhere, so..."

She jiggles her ass for him.

"You can enjoy them as much as you want."

There are no words to describe the craving inside him!

He knows he'll never get tired of this, but his hands move on their own.

His fingers sink deep into her soft, plush skin.

That ass...

It's almost as soft as Clara's breasts.

But they're different.

The texture, the shape, the firmness...

It's something unique.

Exceptional.

Fucking divine.

He quickly discovers his favorite movement.

Squeezing her ass with his fingers in slow, circular motions.

That way, every time he pushes her soft cheeks apart, the treasure hidden between them is put on full display.

And just the sight of it could steal a man's soul.

It's like a delicate flower, trapped, smothered between two massive, plush pillows.

"Haaa..."

"Thisss..."

As Clara moans softly, he sees that flower...

Dripping.

Tiny, glistening droplets spill through the thin fabric of her soaked panties.

It can't contain her wetness.

It's calling to him.

With his senses far beyond those of a normal human, the white-haired man can already smell it from afar.

The scent of her flower.

The most intimate fragrance of Clara.

And it smells like...

Like the purest, sweetest blossom he could ever imagine.

Mixed with female sweat. Raw arousal hormones.

But there's no fun in just smelling it from a distance.

So he gives in to his overwhelming desire.

He grabs Clara's cheeks and spreads her ass wide apart.

He opens the valley between the hills.

And then—

He dives in.

He buries his face deep into her most precious place.

The fabric of her panties can't stop him.

His nose parts those luscious lips.

That divine slit.

"Ahhh~!" She moans loud.

"Ohh!" He breathes deeply.

This is so much better.

Nothing compares to breathing in her intoxicating scent directly.

The warm moisture tickles his nose.

He moves his face only a little, left and right.

Digging into that heavenly oasis.

"Haaa~!"

Clara feels her legs go weak.

Having him "attacking" her most sensitive part like this is delicious.

He stays still for just a second.

Just enjoying that strong, rich scent filling his entire being.

The smell of her arousal.

The best of her pheromones.

"Mhh... Big...?"

She calls for him.

Her voice dripping with desire.

He can't stop now.

His thick rod is rock-hard, a clear liquid dripping from Its tip onto the mattress.

Clara can't see it right now.

But he can see hers.

The sweet nectar leaking through her soaked panties.

A new desire burns inside him—and he already knows he won't resist it.

So he pulls back his face just slightly.

His cheeks are flushed, heated by Clara's warmth.

He slowly opens his mouth, his tongue hanging out like a wolf about to devour its prey.

Clara looks back, confused for just a second.

"What are you—?"

He doesn't let her finish.

He lunges forward and drags his tongue over all of it.

From bottom to top, like a painter spreading color on a blank canvas...

He licks her flower.

Taking in all the extra wetness from her panties.

"Nhaah~!"

Clara lets out another high-pitched moan of surprise as waves of stimulation suddenly surge through her body.

Like electricity.

And for him?

The same happens—but instead of electricity, what runs through his entire being is the most intimate taste of Clara flooding his mouth.

Along with her intoxicating scent.

It's delicious.

Addictive.

That taste...

That smell...

It drives him insane.

He rubs his nose against her and licks her precious flower wildly.

Her panties add a charm to it that he already loves, but...

He can't wait to taste it directly.

So, still using both his hands to spread her plush cheeks apart, he knows he has to get creative.

His teeth!

The idea sparks in his mind, and he acts instantly.

He bites down on her panties and pulls hard.

Shrrrip!

The delicate pink fabric tears apart.

And then—

Her beautiful, delicate flower is revealed.

It's pink!

Naturally.

But not just any pink.

It's a stunning shade, perfectly toned.

A soft, light pink, yet more intense on her outer lips—small, delicately sculpted curves, as if designed to adorn the more delicate, inner petals hidden within.

At the very top of her slit, a tiny horizontal fold conceals a glistening, sensitive little pearl.

And beneath that...

Her tight, drenched love cave, waiting to be explored.

But there's another special button...

From this angle, it looks above her flower, but it's actually positioned just behind it, right at the center of her perky ass.

A mixture of pink and light brown, this hidden rosebud is equally flawless.

The white-haired man is mesmerized by such a vision of paradise.

It wasn't made for mortal eyes.

And certainly not for anyone else's eyes...

But his.

It belongs to him.

Only to him.

And he wants to taste it all.

So, he dives in again, mouth craving, tongue desperate.

Another broad stroke of his tongue.

This time—even longer.

Starting from the very bottom...

All the way to the very top!

He runs his large tongue over Clara's gorgeous pussy, savoring its unique flavor.

The taste is intoxicating.

A perfect blend of sweet, tangy, and salt.

Clara is sweating, naturally.

But even her sweat, mixed with her love juices, creates a flavor that is utterly delicious.

Meant only for his mouth to devour.

"Ahhhh..."

Clara moans uncontrollably, her breathy cries filling the room as she feels his broad, hot tongue gliding over every inch of her pussy.

The tip of his tongue teases, slipping slightly between her inner lips...

Teasing her tiny clit with every flick.

"BIG!!"

"Sooo goood there..."

She keeps moaning, and he keeps licking.

He wants it all.

Every single drop.

So when the sweetness of her flower floods his mouth...

His tongue reaches the top, finding her secret button.

The flavor here is slightly saltier, but still...

Still her.

Still perfection.

He pauses.

Just to savor every last drop of her on his tongue.

It's perfect.

But...

Something still feels missing.

He has an idea of what it is.

So, in one smooth motion, he shifts Clara onto her side on the bed.

Her legs feel weak from the endless waves of pleasure coursing through her body, so it's easy.

Then...

He moves over her.

Not like a beast...

But like a gentle protector.

"Big..."

She looks up at him with those moist, glowing eyes.

Her breathing is heavy.

Her skin glistening with sweat and desire.

She looks so beautiful to him right now.

He leans down over her.

And kisses her lips.

Now.

Now it's perfect.

The last missing flavor blends seamlessly into the mix.

Sweet, slightly tangy, and just a hint of salt in the end.

Clara's perfect taste.