Chapter 64：Famous dating sim technique (R-18) (2/2)

[Target's current arousal level: stimulated(+1)]

He was targeting the erogenous zones of her skin. From her neck, he moved up to her ear, kissing it…licking on the flexible edges, and nibbling on her soft earlobe.

”Mmm…” Annabelle's breathing became heavier.

While his kisses occupied her focus, with great reluctance, Ben took his palm off her velvety thigh. He trailed it upwards along her lower body, feeling her smooth stomach, and at the end of his trip…a massive handful of her amazing breast.

'Whoa. My hand can't even hold one of these…' Ben needed to focus 110% to not rip her clothes off while squeezing her incredible chest. 'F*ck. Her tits are so huge and soft…' While continuing to tease and blow hot air into Annabelle's ear, he slid his hand from her breast, over the top of her dress, and underneath it…Now, it was in direct contact to her tits over her dark red bra. Her dress strap slid down her arm, displaying them for Ben's viewing pleasure.

He stopped playing at her ear and brought his eyesight to those massive meaty mounds in front, squeezing and playing with them at will.

”Ngnnn…” Annabelle bit her lips, enjoying the sensation of Ben manhandling her.

He narrowed his eyes. 'Bra, don't blame me. You need to go so I can live…Die to me!' With not so dexterous fingers, he yanked down her bra, forcing it to sit under her breasts, exposing those marvelous bosoms to the air!

Annabelle's face became as red as her perky nipples as she gazed away.

Ben's hands jumped on those jugs, caressing and squeezing them to his heart's content. Then, he licked his lips. 'Lions eat first!' Like a savage beast, he dived head-first after his prey!

'Nrnn…uhmm…' Annabelle moaned as Ben sucked on her tits without holding back.

[Target's current arousal level: horny(+1)]

Holding both of her breasts tight, Ben alternated licking and sucking every inch of them, while she moaned in pleasure and coyness. His tongue didn't leave any part of her huge tits unexplored, leaving traces of saliva everywhere...After a minute of this, Ben's eyes gleamed. 'It's time…'

One hand slid down along her waist, once again gliding over her buttery thighs, inching inwards…inwards…until he reached it…

Ben's eyebrows raised. 'She's not wearing underwear!'

That surprised him, but he didn't hesitate. He couldn't stop his pursuit. Moving his fingers, he touched what he was looking for. Warm and wet...

'Haaan…' Annabelle's heavy breathing reached Ben's neck. He turned to her.

While leaning back with her elbows on the bed, her half-open lustful-eyes locked gazes with him, as if communicating, 'I can't stop you...Do what you desire...I want it!'

As Ben fingers touched her warm love juices, he knew the moment was here. 'It's time for my killer move…'

Ben's gaze became sharp. 'Squirtle! I choose you!'