We couldn’t exactly dive into babymaking in the car. It was far too cramped, and the lack of comfort made fucking in there less than ideal. So, we decided to head to the Leonamon, the largest and most imposing building in this otherwise fantastical setting. It loomed like a towering metropolis, a stark contrast to the surroundings.
Women greeted us as we arrived, their smiles and welcoming gestures a stark contrast to our urgency. We exchanged only the barest of nods, too focused on our goal to linger.
Babymaking. The idea didn’t exactly excite me, but they say you’ve truly conquered a woman once you’ve impregnated her. Maybe that’s why so many men are into it. When a woman is pregnant, her body changes dramatically, and that motherly aura she acquires can make her even sexier.
I wondered just how much sexier she would become once that happened. She was already so incredibly sexy now, and it was hard to imagine her being any more irresistible. But since she was only twenty-four, it wasn’t too far-fetched to think she could become even sexier. I mean, some middle-aged women could be incredibly hot too.
We made our way to my Love Room and dove straight into a heated kiss. Our bodies pressed together, each movement and gasp amplified as our mouths clicked and slurped in a desperate, passionate rhythm.
After a while, we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed.
Her hot breath mingled with mine as she murmured, “I have a special gift for you tonight.” Her voice was dripping with sultry promise. “This is a big day for me because you’re planning to impregnate me, so I’ve prepared something to really get you worked up. This will make you forget all about Irene and focus only on me, Master… Leon…” She traced a teasing path along my cheek with her soft hand.
This was the first time she used my name since I’d gotten her to call me Master.
“Can I call you that for now?” she asked softly, her voice a sultry whisper. “I want to say it so it feels like we’re truly lovers while we’re making love.”
“We’re already lovers,” I replied, pressing a quick, tender kiss to her lips. “You can call me whatever you want.”
“I do like calling you Master,” she said with a teasing, seductive smile, “but since you’ve offered, I’ll use your name tonight. I want to scream it as you fuck me with impregnation in mind.” She then pulled away and slipped out of the room for a moment.
She returned after a while, wearing something both irresistibly cute and incredibly sexy. It was a one-piece dress that hinted at a wedding gown but was far from formal, with a skirt that barely covered her. She wore black stockings that clung tightly up to her thighs, leaving the fleshy curves of her thighs spilling enticingly out of the top.
I had no idea what her plan was, but she clearly had something special in mind.
“Now then…” she purred with a look of sultry expectation. “Would you mind carrying me to the bed, Leon?”
I chuckled and moved toward her, lifting her up in a princess carry. The shift pulled at her dress, causing her bare right breast to spill out, the supple flesh exposed and inviting. With both hands occupied, I bent down, my face approaching her exposed nipple. The pink tip, now swollen and eager, came into view, and I eagerly sucked it into my mouth, savoring its warmth and softness.
“Haaaaaaaaaahhh~”
Gabrielle twisted gracefully and sensually in my arms, her arms tightening around my neck with a desperate cling. As I continued to suck on her nipple, her soft moans mingled with the rhythmic thud of my steps towards the bed. When we reached it, I gently laid her down, her body sinking into the softness of the mattress.
She shifted slightly, pulling apart the chest area of her dress. Her large breasts jiggled enticingly with each movement, the curves perfectly exposed and beckoning me. She curled the edges of her mouth in a seductive smile.
“Come, Leon… Let me pamper you tonight.”
Her previous masochistic edge had melted away, replaced by an aura of mature, sultry confidence. This transformation only intensified my desire for her. I climbed onto the bed, and we eagerly began to strip each other, our clothes falling away in a flurry of anticipation.
Removing Gabrielle’s clothes was straightforward.
With a simple tug, the knots behind her back gave way, and her dress fell away like a silken veil. As it pooled around her, she was left in her seductive lingerie.
She wore a tantalizing corset that barely contained the full, luscious curves of her breasts, pushing them up and out in a way that made them even more inviting. Her waist was cinched by a high-waisted suspender belt adorned with a delicate floral pattern, which held up her sheer floral stockings. The suspenders crisscrossed down her thighs, accentuating every enticing curve.
“This is perfect for tonight. I bought it especially for you. You like lingerie, don’t you?”
Yes, I do enjoy lingerie. It transforms a partially clothed woman into something even more tantalizing. I’ve always felt that sex while wearing something seductive is far more stimulating than being completely naked. It’s my fetish—I have a thing for lingerie. But it’s not just about the lingerie itself; it’s about how it enhances the allure of my woman.
I felt my body heat up, my excitement growing. Gabrielle, who was quickly undoing the belt of my pants, noticed the shift in me almost instantly.
“I’m so happy…” she purred, her eyes gazing up at me with a lustful sparkle. “You’re aroused by me, and I can feel your desire. It makes me thrilled to see you like this.”
As soon as my pants were off, Gabrielle cupped her full, luscious breasts with both hands. She enclosed my swollen, eager member between her ample breasts, pressing and rubbing them together with a smooth, rhythmic motion. Her breasts glided up and down, left and right, creating a delicious friction.
“Fufufu, my skill has definitely improved, hasn’t it?”
Gabrielle, who was pleasuring me with her breasts, soon became absorbed in the stimulation she was giving and receiving.
“How does it feel to turn me… an older woman, into such a lewd creature?” she asked, her eyes filled with lust and a teasing smile playing on her lips.
“It’s incredible,” I replied, reveling in the delightful bounce and softness of her breasts enveloping my cock. “I have a gorgeous, mature woman like you all to myself.”
“But you’re still targeting other mature women, like Irene and Rose,” she said with a hint of playful reproach.
“I can’t help it,” I said. “I want to enjoy as many women as I can.”
“To say something like that after making me do all this… what a guy you are.”
Gabrielle found my comment amusing and giggled, then shifted her attention from her breasts to her mouth.
