She looked up at him with a satisfied, hungry smile.

"See? Your body is more honest than your words, Logan."

Daenerys rose slowly to her feet. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement.

She placed both hands on Logan’s chest and pushed him gently but firmly backward.

Logan resisted at first, his feet planted, but she kept pushing until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed.

"Lie down," she whispered.

Logan hesitated. He stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily. Daenerys gave him another gentle push.

This time he sat down on the bed. She pushed again, and he finally lay back on the mattress.

Daenerys climbed onto the bed after him, moving slowly. She straddled his waist, her thick thighs on either side of his body.

Her wet pussy hovered just above his softening cock.

She leaned down and kissed his neck softly. Then she moved lower, dragging her full lips across his chest. Logan’s body tensed.

"Daenerys... enough," he said quietly. "We should stop here."

But she did not stop. Instead, she smiled against his skin and licked one of his nipples slowly.

Her warm tongue circled it gently before she sucked it into her mouth.

Logan’s breath hitched. Daenerys took her time, licking and sucking on his nipple with soft, wet sounds.

After a while, she moved to the other nipple and gave it the same slow attention.

While her mouth worked on his chest, her right hand slid down between their bodies.

She wrapped her soft fingers around his cock again. Even though he had just cum, she stroked him gently. Very slowly.

Her hand moved up and down in long, lazy strokes, trying to bring him back to full hardness.

"Mmm... you are still sensitive," she murmured against his nipple. "I like that."

Logan shifted underneath her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to push her away lightly, but there was no real strength behind it.

Daenerys ignored the weak push and continued licking his nipples. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She would switch between them every few minutes, sometimes blowing cool air on the wet skin before licking again.

Her hand never stopped stroking. She kept the pace gentle and teasing.

Sometimes she would squeeze a little at the head, then slide her palm all the way down to the base. Slowly. Patiently.

She could feel his cock starting to twitch and thicken again in her hand.

Daenerys lifted her head from his chest and looked at his face. Her eyes were full of desire.

"You don’t have to say anything," she said softly. "Just feel it."

She lowered her head once more. This time she kissed and licked along his collarbone, then moved back down to his nipples.

All the while, her hand continued the slow, gentle stroking.

When his cock became fully hard again, she smiled and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the new drops of precum that had leaked out.

Logan’s breathing grew heavier. He kept telling himself to stay in control, but the combination of her warm mouth on his nipples and her soft hand on his cock was making it very difficult.

Daenerys took her time. She was in no hurry at all. She licked, sucked, and teased his upper body while her hand kept working his cock with long, slow strokes.

Every few minutes she would whisper against his skin.

"Just relax, Logan..."

"Let me take care of you..."

Her heavy breasts pressed warmly against his stomach as she leaned over him. The scent of her arousal filled the air between them.

She continued this slow teasing for a long time, switching between his nipples, kissing his chest, and stroking him gently without any rush.

She kept sliding her wet pussy along his cock. Up and down. Very slowly. Very patiently. The slick, warm feeling of her folds rubbing against his entire length was becoming almost unbearable.

Logan’s hands gripped the bedsheets tighter. He tried to stay still, but his hips started moving on their own, twitching upward every time her pussy lips dragged over the sensitive head of his cock.

Daenerys noticed it immediately. She smiled.

"See? Even your body is tired of waiting," she whispered.

She suddenly stopped moving her hips. Instead, she reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and pressed the swollen head right against her tight entrance.

She held it there. The heat coming from her pussy was intense. Logan could feel her entrance gently kissing and clenching against his tip.

"Daenerys..." he warned, voice shaky.

She didn’t push down. She simply held him there, letting the tip rest against her opening while she looked into his eyes.

Every few seconds she would rock her hips in the tiniest movement, letting just the very tip nudge against her wet hole before pulling back again. It was maddening.

While she teased him like this, Daenerys leaned down and brought her heavy breasts to his face again.

"Suck them while I tease you," she said softly.

Logan hesitated for a long moment. But when she brushed her stiff nipple against his lips, he eventually opened his mouth and took it in.

He sucked slowly, almost angrily at first, but gradually his sucking became deeper. Daenerys moaned quietly every time he pulled her nipple harder into his mouth.

She continued the slow torture between her legs. Sometimes she would let the head of his cock slip inside her just a little — only the tip — before lifting herself again.

Never more than that. Each time she did it, Logan’s body would jerk and he would suck harder on her breasts.

Minutes passed like this.

Daenerys was breathing heavier now. Her pussy was dripping all over his cock and thighs.

She suddenly sat up straight, still holding his cock against her entrance. She looked down at him with a new kind of hunger.

"I want you to put a baby in me, Logan," she said suddenly, her voice low and serious. "I want to feel you cum deep inside me and fill me until it overflows. I don’t care how many times it takes."

Logan’s eyes widened in shock. His cock twitched violently against her pussy at her words.

Daenerys smiled when she felt it.

"You like that idea, don’t you?" she whispered. "Even if you won’t admit it."

She began sliding along his cock again, this time pressing her clit against his shaft while rubbing back and forth.

Her movements were still slow and controlled, but there was more pressure now. More purpose. Her heavy breasts bounced gently with every rock of her hips.

Logan was losing the fight. His breathing was ragged. His hands moved to her thick thighs, gripping them, but he still wasn’t sure whether he wanted to push her away or pull her closer.

Daenerys leaned forward again, pressing her breasts against his chest. She kissed his neck, then his ear, and whispered hotly:

"I can stay like this all night if I have to. Rubbing my wet pussy on you. Letting only the tip in. Until you finally break and beg to fuck me properly."

She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his cock tightly between her soaked folds, and continued the slow, slippery rubbing.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of her pussy sliding along his cock and Logan’s heavy breathing.