𝕯𝖗. 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝖝 𝕸𝖎𝖒𝖎

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Widening her eyes, she blushed tomato red, making her cover her mouth, and avoid eye contact.

"D.. Dr.." She squealed out, almost coming out as a moan, Masacrik smirked devilishly, dipping down his head towards the crook of her neck, sucking and licking, making a reddish hickey on every corner of her neck.

He lapped his tongue up and down like a rabid dog, needless to say, Mimi was also enjoying such an erotic action.

"My little pet's so good for me aren't you? Are you willing to stay with your master for the rest of your life my dear?" He growled, dominating over her neck more viciously in between sentences, eager to know her answer.

"Y-Yes.. Doo--ctor.." She moaned out, gripping Masacrik's lab coat with her right hand in order to not let go of him, and her other hand, supporting her up on the bed.

Masacrik's smirk widened, he then pinned Mimi to the bed, but after a few minutes of leaving kisses and marks on her neck, he then gets off the bed, leaving a confused Cat smothered in hickeys on the mattress.

Before Mimi could realize, Masacrik's clothes were then already on the floor, leaving him with only his boxers.

His chiseled broad chest, and his sweaty abs glistening from the afternoon sun coming from the opened window, Mimi couldn't help but ogle at his appearance. She was even about to drool from the sight before her just by gawking at him.

He smirked devilishly raking a hand through his wet, sweaty, pink locks. "Like what you see?" He chuckled.

Mimi blushed, turning a bit red, making her turn to the opposite direction to not let him see her flushed reaction.

He then climbs on top of her, placing his hand under head, and flipping her over to sit on his lap.

Mimi couldn't help but moan as she then felt his hard length underneath her as she sat on his lap.

Masacrik groaned in response from their contact, gripping her slim waist to prevent her from moving any further.

"Mn.. Mimi.." He continued to groan, his voice strained as he shoves his face into the crook of her neck. Grinding her clothed body against his already hard crotch.

Mimi moaned loudly, tightening her arms around his neck, as she grinds back against his crotch.

Masacrik couldn't take it anymore, he then pulls up Mimi's sweater, and throws it on the floor, leaving her with only her bra and her underwear, for that she didn't seem to find any shorts earlier to match with her sweater.

She blushed, both were half naked and were also in such close proximity, they could even kiss. And as if Masacrik could read her mind, he then smashes his lips against hers. Pinning her wrists above her head, his tongue slipped inside her mouth, entangling his tongue with hers.

Mimi moaned, wanting more, squirming and writing underneath Masacrik, he on there hand was already getting hard from the sight before him.

He pulled back from the heated kiss, taking a breath and also letting Mimi to take a breath as well.

He looked into eyes, his eyes full of list and hunger, making shiver run down her spine.

Trailing kisses all over her stomach, Mimi couldn't help but let out a soft moan from the contact of his cold lips on her stomach. Masacrik then lowered his lips, placing kisses around the hemn of her underwear, before pausing and looking up at her, asking for permission.

Mimi bit her lip, hesitant but she then nodded in response. Masacrik grinned, pulling down her already wet underwear, he ogles at her wet pussy, licking his lips in a hungry manner as if he could just devour her in one whole.

He lifted her thigh, peppering kisses against her inner thigh in order to continue his foreplay and pleasure her deeply.

She let out a gutteral moan, gripping the sheets as he got closer to her aching core.

As he reached to her wet pussy, teasing her first with a few kisses and licks, circling his thumb inside her lips in a soothing motion in order to widen her walls.

"Mngh...! D-Docto... r.. ~!" She moaned out, her grip on the sheets tightening.

Masacrik grinned, and before she could even react, he then shoved his tongue into her aching pussy, resulting to Mimi moaning and writhing in pleasure.

Masacrik hummed in satisfactory, lifting her thighs up a bit more, without breaking eye contact.

She moaned and tears of pleasure started to form in her eyes as he then started to swirl his tongue, playing with her g-spot.

She screamed, crinkling up the sheets as she gripped onto them tightly. Her mules and cries filled the room as she bucked her hips upwards, desperate for more. "Agh..! F-Faster doctor.."

Masacrik internally smirked before doing as she commanded. He gripped onto her thighs, sucking and lapping at her wet hole, she squirmed and writhed repeatedly as he does so.

He then pulled away from her thighs, Mimi whined, which turned into a small cry as her tear-filled eyes rolled to the back of her head from the overwhelming pleasure.

He then lifted her thighs, placing them up and onto his shoulders in order for him to have more access to her dripping wet pussy.

He thrusted and swirled his tongue into her pussy with force, her bed creaking as the headboard of the bed scratched and clashed against the large glass windows behind them.

At that moment, when he then reached her g-spot, Mimi screamed and cried out, her back arching from the bed as her forehead was then covered in sweat, her fluids already streaming down onto the bed sheets, despite Mimi already cumming and climaxing down onto her release,

Masacrik still kept going in a feverish pace.

The bed shook and quaked aggressively, Mimi's screams becoming louder as his assault continued onto her pussy.

Masacrik's tongue pounded into her throbbing pussy continuesly without end, Mimi couldn't help but reach out and pull at his hair roughly.

"S-Stop.. Stop..!"

She cried out, tears rolled down her soft pale cheeks as she called out to him and pleaded repeatedly.

And yet he didn't listen, too overwhelmed with the pleasure of her pussy wrapped around his tongue as he sucked and thrusted into her throbbing pussy.

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As hours passed, Masacrik then finally pulled away from poor Mimi, whom was already unconscious on the bed.

Her hair sprawled out everywhere on the silk pillows, her sweater— wrinkled and disheveled as the hemn of her sweater was coated and soaked,

completely wet from her repeated releases for the past few hours.

Masacrik looked down onto her unconscious form, his expression neutral, he then raked a hand through his long, neon pink locks before tugging and pulling down his coat,

Tossing it somewhere on the floor before joining her on the bed,

He got onto his knees at the foot of the bed, unbuckling his belt as he tossed it away somewhere on the floor, along with his brown leather trowsers that he had unzipped earlier, leaving him with only his boxers and his neon teal polo.

He slowly wetted his dry lips in a thirsty notion, crawling up to her small unconscious form, tracing her jawline as he smirked devilishly.

"Mimi.."