Arin hit "save," closed the tab, and set it gently on the sleep mode.
He glanced down.
Jasmine was still on her knees beneath the desk, mascara streaked, lips swollen and glossy, eyes half-lidded in pure, stubborn obsession. She refused to admit defeat even though his monstrous cock hadn't softened a single millimeter.
"Hehe… Aunt, looks like you finally met your match". Arin teased, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture.
*Kachak*
She glared up at the flash, but he just grinned wider. "You're way too cute like this, you know that?"
*Pop*
She pulled off with a wet, filthy sound, gasping for air, strands of saliva bridging her lips to his glistening crown.
Arin playfully slapped his heavy shaft against her flushed cheeks.
slap…slap…slap…
In answer, she flicked his balls with two fingers—sharp and merciless.
"OWW!—fuck! Aunt, why?!" Arin yelped, curling forward.
Jasmine rose from under the desk, eyes burning. She seized his slick cock in a vice grip and yanked.
"Get… Up". Her voice was low, dangerous. He'd definitely pissed her off now.
Arin rose the instant she barked the order. Jasmine shoved him backward until his calves hit the bedframe. He dropped onto the edge, legs splayed wide like a throne.
Jasmine rose to her knees, eyes blazing with defiant lust. Without breaking eye contact, she gripped the hem of her own thin shirt and ripped it upward in one savage motion.
Her massive breasts burst free, bouncing heavily before settling with a soft, hypnotic jiggle.
boing… boing…
'Let's see how cocky you are now, arin…' she thought, eyes narrowed with vengeful lust.
She trapped his monstrous shaft in the warm valley of her tits, squeezing them together with her right forearm until the flesh bulged around him. Her left hand cradled his churning balls, rolling and tugging, worshipping.
Then her mouth descended, sealing over the swollen head with brutal suction while her breasts jerked him in perfect rhythm.
"Uffff—!". Raw pleasure slammed into Arin's skull like a hammer. His head snapped back, spine arching, fingers clawing the sheets for support.
*slurp-slurp-suck-slurp-suck-slurp-suck!*
"Y-yes, Aunt… fuck, I take it back. You're unreal…". A shaky laugh escaped him. "I—I seriously underestimated you, Aunt… holy fuck…"
"Mmmph—nngh—"
Three minutes of merciless, multi-angle assault later, a fat bead of precum finally welled up. Jasmine swallowed it with a triumphant hum, pulled off just long enough to flash a wicked grin.
"Hehe… gotcha..."
Then she plunged again, deeper, faster, hungrier.
"Haaah… Aunt… you're gonna make me—"
*SLURP—SLUUURP—SUCK!—SUCK!*
She speeds up her omni-directional blowjob. Tits stroking up, mouth plunging down, tongue swirling every angle, cheeks hollowing, throat fluttering, hands twisting the base, all at once, no mercy, no blind spot.
The thick, heady scent of his impending release flooded her senses, raw and animal.
A scalding jet of pre-cum heat blasted from his slit, searing the back of her throat like the first warning breath of an erupting volcano.
She knew the explosion was seconds away.
"F-fuck, Aunt… I'm cumming—!"
Arin's hands shot forward, fingers tangling in her hair as he locked her head in place. There was no escape.
"Mmmph—mmphh!"
She squirmed, nails digging into his thighs, but it was already far too late.
*SPURT!!—DOBYURURURUUUUU!—DOBYUUUUUUUUUUUU!!*
"MMMMMPHHHH!!"
A scalding, endless flood detonated straight down her throat. Her cheeks ballooned instantly, stretching tight as overfilled balloons. Thick ropes blasted out of her nose in messy white streams.
Her stomach swelled visibly under the obscene volume, and her mind shattered into pure, blissful white static.
When Arin finally loosened his grip, Jasmine collapsed backward like a broken marionette.
*THUD*
His cock, still rock-hard and untouched, kept lazily pulsing, painting her trembling thighs and stomach in heavy, glistening streaks.
Arin's heart seized.
"Aunt Jas?!"
*cough—cough—COUGH!*
He dropped to his knees in panic, snatched a pillow, and gently lifted her head to slide it underneath.
"Aunt Jas… talk to me, please!"
*cough—cough*
"Y-yeah… I'm… fine…" she rasped, voice wrecked, a shaky, cum-drunk thumbs-up rising from the floor.
Arin exhaled shakily, relief flooding him.
His boxers were completely ruined, drenched and clinging to the wad of soiled clothes in his hand.
He snatched Jasmine's towel, knotted it hastily around his hips, bundled the sticky mess of shirt and boxers into an even tighter ball to hide the evidence, and bolted for the door.
"Be right back—don't move!"
Jasmine lay sprawled on the floor, glazed from chin to thighs, chest heaving in ragged gasps. Thick strands of cum still dripped from her swollen lips and nose. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, a dumb little smile twitching at the corners of her mouth.
She hadn't met her match.
She'd been completely, utterly overpowered by the sheer volume and force of Arin's release, reduced to a trembling, cum-drunk mess who couldn't even remember her own name for a few blissful seconds.
And she loved every second of it.
Arin slipped out of Jasmine's room (3-C) and took the three quick steps across the hallway to his own door (3-B), chest bare, towel knotted loosely around his hips, the soaked, cum-heavy bundle of clothes clutched tight against his side like contraband.
He'd barely taken three steps when a figure appeared at the top of the staircase.
Jenny from 4-A, wrapped in a soft cream sweater that clung to her curves, warm beige leggings hugging every line of her legs, and sharp heels that announced her presence before she even a whisper could.
The hallway lights caught the subtle sheen of her lip gloss as her gaze flicked down, and locked.
Both of them froze.
Her gaze dropped instantly, eyes widening at the obscene tent pitching the front of his towel.
Arin's cock still hadn't settled. The thick, angry outline strained against the fabric, the head almost peeking past the edge, glistening and half-exposed.
A heartbeat of silence.
Arin's face burned. Without a word he spun, fumbled his key into the lock, and slipped inside his room.
*THUD*
The door slammed shut behind him.
He let the ruined boxers drop to the floor with a wet slap, bolted to the bathroom, and scrubbed himself clean in record time. Warm hoodie, sweatpants, anything to hide the evidence, pulled on in frantic haste.
Meanwhile, in the hallway. Jenny's gaze lingered on Room 3-C (Jasmine's room).
Turns out Arin, in his panic, hadn't pulled the door fully shut. It had bounced back a finger's width, leaving the door slightly ajar.
That tiny gap was enough. A thick, intoxicating wave of fresh cum rolled out like a living thing, so dense and virile it practically slapped her senses.
Jenny's breath hitched, her nipples stiffened visibly under the cream sweater, and a single, involuntary whimper escaped her throat.
Curiosity won.
Jenny approached Room 3-C, each deliberate step ringing through the silent hallway.
Clack… clack… clack…