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Chapter 5(STL!!)
🕑 Added 2025-08-15 20:03:09 +0000 UTCJenny quietly opened her drawer and pulled out her trusty earphones, carefully plugging them in and cranking the volume just enough so the sounds stayed locked inside her ears.
Thin walls and nosy family members meant discretion was the name of the game.
She slid onto her bed, the cool sheets brushing against the smooth skin of her thighs as she laid back. Slowly, deliberately, she parted her legs wider. Her fingers trembled for a moment before sliding her damp panties aside, revealing her glistening folds eager for attention.
A featherlight touch traced soft circles around her swollen clit. A barely audible “mmm” slipped from her lips.
The pleasure bloomed like wildfire, growing steadily as her breaths hitched—“hhnn... hhnn...”—quiet gasps that were barely more than a whisper.
She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out louder, her mind screaming to let go but her body fighting to stay silent.
Her fingers drifted downward, slipping slowly inside her soaking wet entrance. The instant they curled and stroked deep inside, a sharper moan escaped—
“ahh—”—torn between restraint and release.
‘Fuck, I’m so damn sensitive,’ she thought, eyelids fluttering closed as waves of warmth spread.
She rocked her hips involuntarily, the slick sound of skin sliding on skin thwip thwip thwip punctuating each stroke. Her fingers flicked her G-spot, sending unexpected jolts that had her breath catching in short, ragged gasps—“oohh... ohhh...”
Her back arched off the mattress, the sensation so intense she couldn’t help the soft squelching noises of her juices slickening her fingers and folds.
From his room, Travis felt his phone buzz. Debbie’s text:
“Call Jenny down, dinner’s ready.” He stretched and rose from the couch, mind elsewhere. As he walked past Jenny’s closed door, his hand paused on the knob. Curiosity twinkled in his eyes.
Inside, Jenny’s pace quickened, fingers thrusting deep with increasing urgency. The tension inside her wound tighter and tighter like a coiled spring ready to snap.
Her breaths turned into shallow pants, interspersed with muffled moans—
“ahh... mmm... ohhh...”—each sound more desperate and needy.
Her hips jerked off the bed, pushed by the relentless pleasure as her walls clenched around her fingers with rhythmic clench clench contractions.
Then the orgasm hit her full force—a shuddering wave crashing over her. Her body trembled, a long, trembling moan pouring out—
“ahhhh... fuck... yes...”—as her juices sprayed over her fingers and slick folds with a wet squelch.
The sudden creak of the door made her freeze, eyes snapping open.
There, framed in the doorway, was Travis, frozen in place, his gaze devouring the intimate tableau before him.
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but the blush quickly turned to fire as she shoved him sharply.
“Travis! What the hell are you doing in my room?!” Her voice cracked with a mix of anger and lingering desire.
He raised his hands in surrender, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.
“Relax, Debbie said dinner’s ready.”
He took a slow, deliberate last look at her exposed skin, memorizing every curve, every glistening fold, before stepping back. The door shut quietly behind him with a soft click.
Jenny’s gaze lingered on the closed door, then dropped to her sticky fingers, coated with the evidence of her pleasure. She wiped them hastily on the sheets, sighing softly—
“Haa... that felt so damn good... but that idiot just ruined my whole vibe...”
Travis walked into the dining room and saw Debbie busy fixing up the table. Plates, utensils, and glasses were being carefully arranged with practiced ease. He hurried over and joined her, wanting to help even though he wasn’t sure how much good he’d do.
“Did you call Jenny?” Debbie asked as they placed the last plate down.
Travis set the utensils neatly beside it and nodded, masking the small fib. “Yeah, she said she’d be down in a couple minutes.”
‘Not exactly true, but who cares?,’ he thought.
“Good. Tonight will be a special night. This past week was rough for all of us, but it’s time we start something new,” Debbie said, her voice tinged with excitement and hope.
Just then, Jenny appeared, stepping into the room wearing a crop top pajama shirt loose enough to show the curve of her waist, and matching pants that clung lightly to her hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and the way she walked made her ass jiggle with every step—a bold departure from the usual clothes the game’s Jenny wore.
Her eyes locked onto Travis like a hawk tracking prey as she slowly made her way to her seat. Travis returned her stare with a knowing smirk.
‘I'll get you for what you did,’ she thought, the fire in her gaze unmistakable.
Once they were all seated, Debbie led them in a short prayer, a quiet moment to center themselves. Then they began to eat.
The last Saturday night dinner had been different. Frank, Travis’s father, had sat at the table, filling the room with his easy presence. Now, with just the three of them, they had to rely on each other. Jenny might never admit it, but tonight’s meal was better than expected. They talked openly, letting walls fall just for a moment, and that honesty did something subtle but powerful for Jenny and her ambitions.
‘I guess I have another reason for posting my nudes… Still need $100 though,’ she thought, shooting a glance at Travis, who was happily chatting with Debbie. A plan began to form.
‘Maybe this sucker has a thing for me. Guess I’ll only know once I start my seduction arc,’ she smirked to herself.
Travis caught the smirk and raised a brow.
‘Wonder what she’s planning. Probably something dumb. Oh well, her affection somehow grew. Wonder why?’ he thought.
[System Notification]
Affection +2% — Jenny’s current affection: 5% → 7%
『7%』
Soon, everyone had finished eating, and Travis and Jenny took the dishes together, heading to the kitchen. The warm water ran over their hands as they scrubbed and rinsed, the soft clinking of plates filling the quiet space. Jenny stood uncomfortably close to Travis, her presence sending a subtle electric charge through the air.
Suddenly, she splashed water onto her shirt, droplets soaking the fabric and clinging to her skin beneath. She glanced down at her chest, eyes narrowing with a teasing glare.
“Arghh, look how wet I am,” she muttered, voice edged with playful frustration.
Travis, just as she commanded, let his gaze drop to her breasts—large, full, and impossible to ignore. Her double Ds strained against the thin fabric, the wetness darkening the cloth and making her nipples poke through, visibly hardening like tiny peaks daring him to stare.
“Travis, could you go get my shirt?” she asked, voice dripping with mischief.
His eyes flicked away from her chest, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. He knew exactly what game she was playing—and hell no, he wasn’t falling for it.
“Nope. You go change. I’ll finish the dishes,” he said coolly, turning back to the sink, letting the soapy water run between his fingers.
Jenny’s smirk deepened as she stepped away, deliberately shaking her hips in slow, teasing circles, making the her cheeks clap softly with each sway.
Travis’s eyes locked onto her backside—the curve of her round ass moving sinuously—his cock pulsing sharply in response, hunger rising hot and thick in his gut.
' I will not fall for your seduction. ' he thought to himself.
TO BE CONTINUED
