Chapter 1298: Saori Gets a Wet SMACK of Thick Cock

Saori turned and tried to walk past me toward the hallway, still breathing unsteadily. Just as she drew level with me, I gave a tiny, invisible nudge with telekinesis against her ankle.

Her foot caught. She stumbled forward with a soft cry of surprise.

"Ah—!"

Her full weight crashed into me. I let myself fall backward under the impact so that we both went down onto the kitchen floor.

Saori landed squarely on top of me, her soft, heavy breasts pressing firmly against my bare chest through the damp uniform.

The thick, hard length of my cock, still trapped under the towel, was trapped right between her thighs, the heat and rigidity of it pressing up against the soft mound of her pussy.

A startled, involuntary moan escaped her lips the moment she felt the thick bulge grind against her.

"Nnh...!"

Her body froze on top of mine. Soft tits flattened against my abs, nipples still hard, the wet fabric of her uniform stuck between us.

My cock pulsed once against her through the thin layers of cloth and towel. Her thighs instinctively tightened around it.

Her thoughts exploded in a wild, shameful rush.

[I fell on him... my breasts are pressed against his bare chest... I can feel every hard muscle... and that... that thick cock is right between my legs... so hot... so hard... It’s pressing right against my pussy...]

[I moaned... he heard me... why does it feel so good... why am I not getting up... my husband... I’m married... but my panties are soaked, and this cock is throbbing against me...]

[If I move even a little, it will rub more... I shouldn’t... but it feels so thick... so different from my husband’s... stop thinking that... get up... why can’t I move...]

Saori remained sprawled on top of me, soft body trembling, face burning against my chest, the Scent of Lust and the sudden intimate contact turning every proper thought into something far hotter and more dangerous while the thick, hard proof of my arousal stayed trapped right against her most sensitive place.

She bit her lower lip hard, refusing to meet my eyes. Her soft breasts were still pressed firmly against my bare chest, the damp fabric of her uniform stuck between us.

The thick bulge of my cock pulsed once against the soft mound of her pussy through the towel and her panties, making her thighs twitch.

Slowly, carefully, she tried to push herself up. Her hands braced against the floor on either side of my shoulders. The movement only made her soft tits drag across my abs and forced the hard length of my cock to grind more firmly against her.

A tiny, choked sound escaped her throat. She froze halfway up, still straddling me, face turned away.

I kept my voice calm and concerned, as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Ms. Saori... are you okay? You didn’t get hurt, did you?"

Saori shook her head quickly, still not looking at me. Her voice came out soft and strained.

"Hmmm..."

She stayed there for another second, thighs trembling around my hips, then tried again. This time she attempted to stand completely on her own. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, chest rising and falling hard under the wet uniform.

She kept her legs tightly clenched together out of pure embarrassment and the aching heat between them, which only made her balance worse.

Her knees wobbled. She lost her footing a second time.

"Ah—!"

She toppled forward again. This time her face landed squarely against my bare stomach, soft cheek pressed to the hard muscle. Her full, heavy breasts fell directly onto the thick bulge under the towel, the soft weight of them smothering my cock completely. The heat and pressure made the cock throb hard against the soft flesh.

A low, involuntary groan left my throat.

"Hmm..."

Saori’s entire body went rigid. Her face burned against my abs. She stayed frozen for a long second, tits still resting heavily on the thick, hard length, the thin towel and her damp uniform the only barriers between them.

"I... I’m sorry..." she whispered, voice shaky and mortified.

Her thoughts exploded in a wild, dirty rush under the heavy influence of Scent of Lust.

[I fell again... my face is on his stomach... and my breasts... they’re right on top of his cock... I can feel how thick and hard it is... it’s throbbing under my tits...]

[Why does it feel so hot... so big... my husband never felt like this... stop comparing... I’m married... but I can feel every pulse against my nipples...]

[I should get up... right now... but my legs won’t move... I’m so wet... the smell of him is making me dizzy... if I stay like this even one more second...]

She remained collapsed on top of me, soft breasts pressed firmly against the thick, twitching bulge, face hidden against my abs, breathing hard, the proper head maid completely undone by the accidental intimacy and the relentless heat curling through her body.

I tried to sit up carefully, one hand bracing against the floor. The movement made the towel shift. The hard length of my cock, still trapped underneath, dragged slowly across Saori’s soft cheek as I rose. The hot, sticky skin of the cock grazed her face from jaw to temple.

Saori let out a tiny, panicked sound and reached up to cover her face with both hands. In her flustered haste, her fingers caught the edge of the towel and yanked it sideways.

The towel came free completely.

My thick, fully hard cock sprang up and slapped heavily against her cheek and the side of her nose with a wet, solid SMACK!!!

Saori’s eyes flew wide. She stared at the heavy, glistening length that now rested right against her face, the swollen head only inches from her lips. A sharp scream tore from her throat before she clamped both hands over her mouth, muffling the rest of the sound.

"Aaaah—!"

Her nose twitched involuntarily as the strong, intimate scent of the cock filled her lungs—thick with the residual smell of Claire’s creamy pussy and the lingering musk of Yelena’s asshole, mixed with fresh cum and heat.

Her thoughts exploded in pure, shameful panic and unwanted arousal.

[Watching it this close... it is much bigger... than I saw from the door... so thick... so heavy... the heat of it is still on my cheek...]

[This smell... is it that Claire’s pussy... or Yelena’s asshole...? It’s so strong... so dirty... why is my nose twitching... why does it make my stomach tighten...]

[It’s right against my face... if I open my mouth even a little... no... stop thinking that... I’m married... but it’s so big...]

Saori stayed frozen on the floor, hands still covering her mouth, eyes locked on the thick cock that had just slapped her face, the Scent of Lust making every second of the close, intimate contact feel heavier and more dangerous than she could handle.