Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 90 - 91 | Your Turn, Panda

She nodded, standing perfectly still as I undid them one by one. Her breathing quickened with each button, but she didn’t stop me. When I pushed the fabric off her shoulders, she was wearing a plain white bra that somehow looked sexier than any lingerie.

Mera approached from behind me, now completely naked. Her hands slid under my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

"Your turn," she purred.

Between them, I felt like the center of a very sexy hurricane. Mera’s hands worked on my belt while Cheon watched with wide eyes. The belt hit the floor with a metallic clunk, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as Mera pushed my pants down my legs.

I stepped out of them, now standing in just my boxers. My dick strained against the fabric, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Cheon’s eyes dropped to the bulge, her throat working as she swallowed hard.

"Still with us?" I asked her.

She nodded, then reached behind her back to unhook her bra. It fell away, revealing small, perfect breasts with pink nipples that hardened as soon as the air hit them.

Mera whistled low. "Damn, Panda. You’ve been hiding those under your uniform all this time?"

Cheon blushed even deeper, but didn’t cover herself. Progress.

I pulled her toward the bed, sitting on the edge and guiding her to stand between my legs. Her skin was impossibly soft under my hands as I traced patterns up her sides, across her ribs, to cup her breasts. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She gasped when my thumbs brushed over her nipples.

"Sensitive," I noted.

"Yes," she breathed.

Mera climbed onto the bed behind me, her breasts pressing against my back, her lips finding the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

"Don’t forget about me," she murmured.

As if I could.

I turned my head to capture her mouth in another kiss. The drain opened between us, familiar and intoxicating. Cinnamon and fire. At the same time, I pulled Cheon closer, guiding her down until she was straddling my other leg.

The position brought her chest level with my mouth. I broke the kiss with Mera to take one of Cheon’s nipples between my lips, sucking gently.

"Oh!" Cheon’s back arched, pushing her breast further into my mouth.

I felt her Essentia flooding through the contact, lightning and honey mixing with Mera’s cinnamon fire inside me. The combination was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—a cocktail of pure energy that made my head spin.

Mera’s hands slid down my chest, across my stomach, straight to the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, wrapping around my dick with no hesitation.

"Fuck," I groaned against Cheon’s breast.

"That’s the idea," Mera repeated, stroking me slowly.

Not to be outdone, Cheon ground down on my thigh, creating friction against her core. I could feel the heat of her through her uniform skirt, already wet enough to soak through the fabric.

I switched to her other breast, circling the nipple with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. She whimpered, her hands finding purchase in my hair, holding me against her chest.

Mera continued her slow torture, her hand moving up and down my length with just enough pressure to drive me insane but not enough to get me there.

"More," I demanded, reaching back to grab her thigh.

She laughed. "So impatient."

But she complied, stroking faster, twisting her wrist at the top in a way that made stars explode behind my eyes.

Cheon watched the movement of Mera’s hand with fascination, her hips still rocking against my thigh in small, controlled motions.

"Want to try?" I asked her.

Her eyes widened, but she nodded.

Mera released me, making space for Cheon to slide her hand into my boxers. Her fingers wrapped around me tentatively, exploring the length and girth with an almost scientific curiosity.

"Like this?" she asked, mimicking Mera’s motion.

"Yeah," I groaned. "Just like that."

The combination of her soft hand and the electrical Essentia flowing through her touch was almost too much to handle. My hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Mera slid off the bed, kneeling in front of me. She tugged my boxers down completely, freeing my dick from its confinement. Cheon’s hand never broke contact, continuing to stroke me even as Mera positioned herself between my legs.

"My turn," Mera said, looking up at me with those mischievous yellow eyes.

Then her mouth was on me, hot and wet and perfect. My head fell back, a groan ripping from my throat. Cheon’s hand retreated, moving to my chest instead, her nails scraping lightly across my skin.

Mera took me deeper, her tongue doing things that should have been fucking illegal in most countries. Her tail wrapped around my ankle, squeezing in rhythm with her mouth.

"Holy shit," I managed to say.

Cheon leaned forward to kiss me, swallowing my moans as Mera continued her assault. The drain pulled Essentia from both of them simultaneously, creating a circuit of energy that threatened to short-circuit my brain completely.

I reached down to tangle my fingers in Mera’s hair, guiding her rhythm. With my other hand, I slid under Cheon’s skirt, finding the edge of her panties and pushing them aside.

She was soaked, hot and slick against my fingers. I traced her opening lightly, teasing her the way she teased me with her tongue.

Her moan vibrated against my lips, her hips pushing down, seeking more contact. I slipped one finger inside her, then another, curling them up to find that spot that had made her scream last night.

Bingo.

She broke the kiss, her head falling forward onto my shoulder as I worked my fingers inside her. Her walls clenched around me, already close to the edge.

Meanwhile, Mera was turning me into a fucking mess. Her mouth moved faster, taking me deeper with each bob of her head. The suction increased, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled back to the tip before swallowing me down again.

"Mera," I warned. "I’m gonna—"

She pulled off with an obscene pop, looking up at me with swollen lips and dilated pupils. "Not yet. I want you inside me first."

She stood, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself on her hands and knees. The sight of her ass in the air, her tail lifted to reveal everything, nearly made me cum on the spot.

"Condom," Cheon reminded me, her voice breathy from my fingers still working inside her.

Right. Condom. Important.

I reluctantly withdrew my fingers from Cheon, earning a whimper of protest that turned into a gasp when I put those same fingers in my mouth, tasting her.

"Still sweet," I told her, watching her face burn red.

I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tearing it open and rolling it on with hands that shook slightly from the overload of Essentia still coursing through me.

Mera watched over her shoulder, her yellow eyes glowing with anticipation. "Come on, Rome. I’m not getting any younger here."

I positioned myself behind her, the head of my dick pressing against her entrance. She was wet, ready, practically dripping for me.

"Ready?" I asked, just to be sure.

"If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to—"

I pushed forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"—God!" she finished on a moan.

She was tight, hot, perfect around me. I grabbed her hips, pulling back slowly before slamming forward again. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with Mera’s increasingly loud moans.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," she panted, pushing back to meet each thrust.

I established a rhythm, not too fast but not gentle either. Mera liked it rough, liked to feel it for days afterward. Her tail wrapped around my thigh, squeezing in time with each thrust.

Cheon watched us with wide eyes, her hand moving to touch herself through her panties. The sight of the perfect class representative getting herself off while watching me fuck Mera was almost too much.

"Come here," I told Cheon.

She moved closer on her knees, unsure of what I wanted.

"Turn around. Hands and knees."

She complied, assuming the same position as Mera, facing away from me.

"Lift your skirt."

She reached back, pulling the fabric up to reveal her ass in simple white panties. The fabric was soaked through, clinging to her in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

Without breaking my rhythm with Mera, I reached forward to pull Cheon’s panties down her thighs. She lifted one knee, then the other, allowing me to remove them completely.

Now she was exposed completely, her ass in the air, glistening with need. I slid my fingers through her folds from behind, collecting her wetness before finding her clit.

She moaned loudly when I made contact, her hips jerking back against my hand.

"Rome," she gasped.

"I’ve got you," I promised, working her clit in tight circles while continuing to thrust into Mera.

Mera’s moans were getting higher, more desperate. Her inner walls fluttered around me, a sure sign she was getting close.

"Harder," she demanded.

I complied, snapping my hips forward with more force. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the walls, punctuated by Mera’s increasingly loud moans.

"Fuck, I’m gonna—"

She came with a scream, her entire body tensing as her walls clamped down around me. The pressure was incredible, the drain between us spiking to new heights as her Essentia flooded into me in rhythm with her orgasm.

I kept thrusting through her climax, drawing it out as long as possible. Only when she collapsed forward, trembling and gasping for breath, did I pull out.

I turned my attention fully to Cheon, who was still on her hands and knees, watching over her shoulder with wide, hungry eyes.

"Your turn," I told her.