Crypto King Makes It Big and Meet Kylie Jenner (Femsub, Worship, Daddy, Submission, Edging)
Crypto King Makes It Big and Meet Kylie Jenner (Femsub, Worship, Daddy, Submission, Edging) — Femsub. $2
By Joip Creator C2AAD1 ·
Category: Femsub
- Femsub
- Edging
- Worship
- Submissive
- JOI
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$2 $3 $4 $5 $6 KYLIE shifts closer, her elbow brushing you on the bar. The contact’s fleeting but deliberate, a spark in the dim light. KYLIE: So what’s your deal, Y/N? You’re not out here begging for attention like these clowns. What’s driving you? You: (grinning) Don’t need to beg. I’m here for the vibe, not the spotlight. Made my money, earned my spot—now I’m just seeing where the night takes me. She studies you, her gaze narrowing slightly, like she’s peeling back layers. KYLIE: That’s refreshing. L.A.’s full of peacocks strutting for Instagram likes. You’re… quiet about it. Confident, but not loud. You: Loud’s overrated. Actions speak—cash in the bank, freedom to move. That’s enough for me. KYLIE nods, a flicker of approval crossing her face. KYLIE: (smirking) Bold take. I like that. You’re not kissing ass or chasing clout. It’s… different. The conversation shifts, deepening. KYLIE crosses her arms, the motion lifting her chest slightly, though you keep your eyes on hers—focused, engaged. KYLIE: You know I’ve got my own empire, right? Lip kits, skincare, the whole deal. Built it from scratch—well, mostly. You: Oh, I know. You’re a legend—billion-dollar hustle, Forbes cover, the works. Beats my crypto wins hands down. I’m just playing catch-up. She smirks, brushing off the flattery but clearly enjoying it. KYLIE: Don’t sell yourself short, crypto king. Ten million’s not chump change. How’d you even get into that? You: Started small—coding in my dorm, screwing around with altcoins. LunarShift was a gut call. Read the whitepaper, saw the potential, went all in. KYLIE leans in, intrigued, her voice dropping lower. KYLIE: That’s wild. I get it, though—spotting something no one else sees. My first lip kit drop sold out in minutes. Felt like gambling, too. You lean back, gesturing at the club around them—the excess, the flash, the absurdity. You: L.A.’s a different beast, though. Everyone’s selling something—hype, looks, a sob story. It’s like a circus with better lighting. KYLIE laughs again, nodding emphatically, her earrings glinting as she moves. KYLIE: Tell me about it. I’ve got paparazzi camped outside my gate every damn day—caught me buying coffee once and spun it into a “breakdown” headline. Ridiculous. You: Brutal. My worst was my mom freaking out when LunarShift tanked—she called me a “reckless gambler” over Thanksgiving dinner. Took months to convince her I wasn’t broke. She grins, sipping a drink one of her friends left behind—a pale pink concoction with a lime wedge. KYLIE: Oh, that’s gold. My mom—Kris—she’d just turn it into a reality show pitch. “Crypto Crashes: Family Drama Unraveled!” You: (chuckling) Shit, I’d watch that. Cast me as the reckless son who strikes it rich. KYLIE’s laugh bubbles up again, louder this time, cutting through the club’s din. It’s infectious—You can’t help but join in, the sound blending with the thumping bass. Her guard’s slipping, just a little, and you feel it—the shift from small talk to something real. KYLIE: Okay, that’s too good. Kris would eat it up—probably demand a producer credit. She’s relentless. You: Sounds like my kind of chaos. Maybe we pitch it—“Crypto Kids: The Rise.” I’ll bring the money, you bring the drama. She playfully nudges your arm, her touch lingering a beat longer than necessary. KYLIE: (grinning) Deal. But I’m stealing top billing—you’re the sidekick with the cash. You: Fine by me. I’ll just sit back and count the residuals. Their laughter fades into a comfortable pause, the air between them charged with unspoken possibility. KYLIE steps closer, her perfume hitting you fully now—vanilla layered with something darker, spicier, wrapping around you like a warm breeze. She’s in your space, deliberate, her hip brushing the bar as she tilts her head to study you. KYLIE: You’re not what I expected, Y/N. Thought you’d be some geek with a calculator, bragging about your wallet. You: (smirking) Disappointed? I left the calculator at home—didn’t think it’d impress you. She bites her lip, a flash of teeth against gloss, her eyes dancing with mischief. KYLIE: Nah, I’m good. You’ve got… presence. Not just the money—something else. You: Years of proving myself, maybe. Had to earn every inch—nobody handed me shit. Her gaze softens, just for a moment, before the playful edge returns. KYLIE: I get that. People think I got it all easy—forget the grind behind the scenes. You lean in slightly, closing the gap, your voice dropping to match hers—low, steady, a thread of steel beneath the calm. You: Takes one to know one, Kylie. You walk in, and every head turns—you own it without even trying. She smirks, tossing her hair back, the motion sending a ripple through the dark waves. You: (teasing) Flattery, huh? Dangerous move, crypto king. You’re playing with fire. You: Not flattery—just calling it like I see it. Facts don’t burn. Her eyes narrow, a spark igniting—challenge accepted. KYLIE: Smooth. Okay, I’ll bite. Let’s see if you’ve got more than pretty words. The club’s thinning out now—1:30 a.m., the diehards still grinding on the dance floor, but the VIP section’s quieter. KYLIE sips a fresh drink—vodka soda, lime twist—and leans into the bar, her posture relaxed but her eyes locked on you. KYLIE: So, what’s next for you? More coins, more millions? World domination? ETHAN: (grinning) Maybe a little of each. Got NovaPulse climbing now—might triple soon. But tonight? Just enjoying the ride. She nods, impressed, swirling the ice in her glass with a manicured nail. KYLIE: Smart. You don’t rush—most guys here are sprinting to nowhere. ETHAN: Learned that the hard way. Panic’s a killer—patience pays. KYLIE pulls out her phone—a sleek black thing with a glittery case—and slides it toward you, her fingers brushing yours as she does. You: You should text me sometime. See if you can keep up with me outside this circus. You take it, typing your number with steady hands, then hand it back, meeting her gaze. You: Challenge accepted. I don’t back down easy. She pockets the phone, her smirk widening, a promise in the curve of her lips. KYLIE: Good. I’d hate to waste my time on someone who folds. KYLIE steps back, rejoining her crew with a sway of her hips, but not before throwing a look over her shoulder—a lingering, loaded glance that says more than words. Her voice carries back, playful but firm. KYLIE: Don’t disappoint me, Y/N. I’ve got high standards. You watch her go, the crowd swallowing her up, and mutters to himself, a grin tugging at his mouth. ETHAN: Not a chance in hell. You down the last of your whiskey, the burn a fitting end to the night’s first act. You linger at the bar a moment longer, the adrenaline still buzzing through you like a live wire. The club’s a blur now—lights dimming, voices fading—but your mind’s sharp, replaying every second of their exchange. Her laugh, her scent, the way her eyes challenged you. You are in the game now, deeper than you expected, and it feels like striking gold all over again. You set your empty glass down, nod to the BARTENDER, and heads for the exit, the night air cool against your skin as you steps outside. $7 You are mid-sip of a cold brew when your phone buzzes again. You set the can down on a glass coffee table, wipes condensation off your hand, and checks the screen. It’s KYLIE, and this one’s different—direct, loaded. TEXT (KYLIE): “Friday. My place in Hidden Hills. Pool night. Bring your vibe, not that big-ass Tesla—it’s obnoxious as hell.” You stares at the message, heart kicking up a notch. The club was one thing—this is her turf, her rules. You lean back, exhaling slowly, letting the weight of it sink in. You: (to himself) Holy shit. She’s serious. Pool night at Kylie Jenner’s? Game fucking on. He types back, keeping it cool but sharp. TEXT (You): “Friday works. I’ll leave the Tesla home—don’t want your neighbors filing complaints. See you then.” Her reply’s a single emoji: a winking face. You toss the phone onto the couch, running a hand through your hair, already mapping out the move. $8 $9 The interior hits like a punch—open-plan luxury, all white marble floors, glass walls, and a chandelier dripping crystals that scatter light like stars. KYLIE leads you through, her bare feet padding softly, and stops at a sleek bar counter where a pitcher of mojitos waits—mint leaves floating in pale green liquid, ice clinking as she pours two glasses. She hands you one, her fingers brushing yours deliberately, the contact sending a jolt up your arm. KYLIE: Here. Let’s see if you can hang with me tonight. Pool’s waiting, and I don’t do boring guests. You take the glass, the cold biting into his palm, and raises it in a mock toast. You: To epic nights and epic fights—may I keep up with your chaos, Jenner. She clinks her glass against yours, her laugh bright and sharp, then turns toward the pool deck, beckoning you with a tilt of her head. You follows, pulse kicking up, the mojito’s tang sharp on your tongue as the night stretches out ahead. $a You peel off your shirt, revealing a lean, toned frame—years of pickup basketball and late-night gym sessions paying off. You are not shredded, but it's solid, a quiet strength in the lines of his shoulders and chest. Your jeans follow, leaving you in black swim trunks you’d stashed in your car just in case. You dive in, a clean plunge that sends a ripple across the pool, and surfaces near KYLIE, shaking water from your hair. She swims over, circling you like a shark, her grin playful. KYLIE: Not bad, Y/N. You work out, or is that just crypto stress keeping you lean? ETHAN: (laughing) Little of both. Hoops with the boys, some weights when I’m restless. You? She flexes an arm, mock-serious, her biceps barely defined but her confidence making up for it. KYLIE: Pilates, baby. Keeps me camera-ready. Gotta look good when the paps are lurking. $b $c $d $e $f KYLIE inches nearer, her breath warm against my shoulder as she leans in. Our knees press together now, a steady hum of contact that’s got my skin buzzing. I feel her closeness like a current, pulling me under. KYLIE: Show up, huh? That’s all it takes to get in my orbit? I meet her gaze, unflinching, my voice low and steady. YOU: Seems to be working so far. Got me here, didn’t it? Sitting next to you, feeling this? Her lips curve into that slow, dangerous smile, and she tilts her head, hair falling over one shoulder. KYLIE: Maybe. But I’m not easy to impress—takes more than a fat wallet and a pretty face. I lean closer, the air thick between us, my hand twitching to touch her. YOU: Good thing I’ve got more to offer, then. Money’s just the start—you’ll see. Her eyes flash, and I know I’ve got her attention. Medium strokes, 30 seconds . Firmer now—feel the tension rising, keep it steady. I lean in, closing the gap, my hand resting on the lounge beside her. Our faces are inches apart, and I can smell her—vanilla, spice, pool water. She meets me halfway, her lips brushing mine—slow, soft, testing. Her mouth’s warm, tasting of mint and rum, and I feel her sigh against me, a soft vibration that hits me deep. KYLIE: (whispering) Not bad, crypto king… not bad at all. I pull back just enough to speak, my voice low, teasing. YOU: Just getting started. Thought I’d ease you in—don’t want to overwhelm you yet. Her hand slides to my chest, fingers splaying over my damp skin, and she smirks. KYLIE: Easing in? Bold assumption I need it slow—think I can’t handle you? I grin, my pulse racing, feeling her challenge me right back. YOU: Oh, I know you can. Just pacing myself—got a lot more to give. Medium strokes, 45 seconds. Stronger grip—match the kiss, let the heat build. The kiss deepens—her tongue brushes mine, tentative then bold, and I taste her fully now, a clash of heat and hunger that’s got my head spinning. My hand finds her waist, fingers curling against the damp sarong, pulling her closer. She grips my neck, nails digging in just enough to sting, and I feel her pulse racing under my touch. KYLIE: (breathless) Okay… you’re trouble, aren’t you? I smirk against her lips, my voice rough. YOU: Only the good kind—the kind you don’t see coming ’til it’s too late. She pulls back slightly, eyes dark, lips parted, a flush creeping up her neck that I can’t stop staring at. KYLIE: I see it now. Took you long enough to show it—kept me guessing. I tighten my grip, feeling her body pressed to mine. YOU: Had to build up to it—make sure you were ready for the real me. Fast strokes, 30 seconds. Quicker now—match the intensity, feel the rush. KYLIE stands, tugging my hand, her grip firm and insistent. I’m on my feet in a heartbeat, following her as she pulls me toward the house. The moonlight catches the water still clinging to her skin—she’s ethereal, glowing, and I’m caught in her pull. KYLIE: Let’s go inside. Pool’s fun, but I’ve got better plans. I nod, my pulse hammering, letting her lead me, my voice steady despite the fire in my chest. YOU: Lead the way, Jenner. I’m all in—wherever you’re taking me. She throws a look back—half-smirk, half-promise—her sarong swaying with every step, and I feel the anticipation coil tight. KYLIE: You’d better be. I don’t do half-assed—hope you’re ready. I grin, following her, every step electric. YOU: Born ready. Let’s see what you’ve got. Fast strokes, 15 seconds. Keep it quick—match the urgency, let it build. $10 We hit her bedroom, and it’s like stepping into another world—silk sheets on a massive bed, dim lights casting shadows, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the dark hills beyond. A plush rug sinks under my feet, and there’s a faint lavender scent in the air. KYLIE turns, shoving me onto the bed with a playful push—I land on my back, laughing as she climbs over me, straddling my hips. Her weight’s warm, pressing me into the silk. KYLIE: Welcome to my world, crypto king. You’re in deep now—no turning back. I prop myself on my elbows, meeting her gaze, feeling her thighs against mine. YOU: Deep’s my specialty. I’m ready for it, Jenner—bring it on. She leans down, her hair brushing my chest, her breath hot against my ear, and I’m already losing it. KYLIE: Prove it. Show me what you’ve got, Ethan. I grin, my hands itching to grab her. YOU: Oh, I will. Just watch. Very fast, 15 seconds Hard and quick—match the power shift, feel the heat. KYLIE peels off her sarong, letting it slide to the floor in a whisper, revealing that red bikini bottom—tiny, daring, perfect. She’s all curves and confidence, her skin still damp, and I’m staring, pulse pounding. She presses her hands to my chest, pinning me down, her nails digging in slightly. KYLIE: Think you can handle this, Blake? I’m not some easy win—you’ve gotta earn it. I grip her hips, firm but controlled, my fingers sinking into her skin as I smirk up at her. YOU: Watch me. I don’t fold—ever. I’m taking this all the way. She rocks against me, testing me, her eyes flashing with defiance and thrill. KYLIE: Big talk. Let’s see if you back it up—don’t disappoint me now. I tighten my hold, feeling the challenge ignite me. YOU: Disappoint? Never. I’m about to blow your mind, Jenner. Very fast, 15 seconds. Relentless now—match the stakes, let it surge. KYLIE tugs at my shirt, yanking it over my head in a swift move. Her nails graze my chest—light then harder, leaving faint red lines that sting in a way that’s got me buzzing. She tosses the shirt aside, her hands roaming my torso, feeling the muscle I’ve built from late-night gym runs. I’m exposed now, and she’s eating it up. KYLIE: Not bad for a nerd. Guess those late-night trades didn’t ruin you—looking good, Y/N. I chuckle, my hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs brushing the edge of her bikini, teasing the line. YOU: Told you I keep up—on and off the charts. You’re not the only one who’s camera-ready here. She smirks, leaning down to kiss my jaw, her lips soft but insistent, sending a shiver down my spine. KYLIE: We’ll see about that. Let’s test that stamina, crypto king. I feel her breath on my skin, and I’m ready to lose it. YOU: Test away—I’ve got plenty to give. Very fast, 30 seconds. Hard and fast—match her touch, feel the rush. I flip her onto her back in one smooth move, pinning her wrists above her head. She gasps—sharp, surprised—and I/British accent—I feel her arch beneath me, her body pressing up. I kiss her neck—slow, deliberate, tasting the salt of her skin, the pulse hammering under my lips. She’s mine now, and I’m savoring it. KYLIE: (moaning softly) Okay… you’ve got moves, I’ll give you that. Damn, Y/N… I move lower, lips brushing her collarbone, tightening my grip on her wrists, feeling her squirm. YOU: Plenty more where that came from. Just warming up, Jenner—gonna take my time with you. Her breath hitches, and I feel her start to soften under me, the heat building fast. KYLIE: You’re good… too good… I grin against her skin, loving every second. YOU: You ain’t seen nothing yet. Fast, 1 minutes. Strong pace—match the buildup, keep it intense. I let go of her wrists, and she’s on me—hands flying to my jeans, unbuttoning them with urgent fingers. They hit the floor with a thud, and she’s quick with her bikini top, the red fabric crumpling beside us. She’s bare now, save for the bottoms, her skin flushed and warm under the dim light. I’m losing my mind looking at her. KYLIE: (teasing) You’re bold, huh? Stripping me down already? Moving fast, Y/N. I grin, kicking my jeans aside, my hands finding her waist again, pulling her close. YOU: You started it—pushing me onto this bed. I’m just playing your game, Kylie—and winning. She laughs, husky and raw, her hands pulling me tighter. KYLIE: My game? Oh, you’re in over your head, Y/N way over. I press against her, feeling her heat, my voice low. YOU: Good. I like deep water—let’s dive in. Very fast, 30 seconds. Hard and relentless—match the urgency, feel the edge. I flip her again, pinning her wrists back down, my body pressing hers into the silk sheets. She squirms—half-fighting, half-yielding—and I see the surprise in her eyes, mixed with excitement. My chest’s pounding, every nerve on fire. YOU: My turn now. You’ve had your fun—let’s see how you handle this, Jenner. Her breath quickens, chest rising fast, a flush spreading across her skin that’s driving me wild. KYLIE: (breathless) Oh, shit… okay, you’re not messing around—fuck, Y/N… I smirk, holding her gaze, my voice low and firm. YOU: Never do. You wanted the real me—here it is, all for you. She’s trembling under me, and I feel the power shift—mine now. YOU: You’re mine to play with—ready for it? Very fast, 1 minutes. Full speed—match the dominance, push the limit. I kiss her collarbone again, slower this time, dragging my lips down her sternum, testing her. She arches into me, a soft moan slipping out, her hands flexing against my grip. I’m in control, and she’s loving it—I can feel it. KYLIE: You’re teasing me, you bastard… driving me crazy… I chuckle against her skin, my breath warm, moving lower with patience, drawing it out. YOU: Good things take time, Kylie. Thought you’d appreciate the buildup—I’m not rushing this. She groans, frustrated, her head tipping back as she fights to take charge—and loses. KYLIE: You’re killing me here… fuck, Y/N, just do it… I grin, keeping my pace, loving her desperation. YOU: Patience, babe—I’ll get you there, my way. Jerking Off Instruction: Fast, 1 minutes. Strong but steady—match the tease, feel her need. KYLIE arches higher, pressing against me, her legs wrapping around my hips, pulling me in tight. Her voice is raw, needy—all pretense gone—and I feel her trembling, giving in. KYLIE: Don’t make me wait too long, Y/N… I’m not patient—I need you now… I lift my head, meeting her eyes—dark, wild, pleading—and grin, tightening my hold. YOU: Patience, Jenner. I’m running this—you’ll get what you want when I say. Trust me, it’ll be worth it. She shudders, whispering my name like it’s a lifeline, her body begging. KYLIE: Y/N… please… oh God… I feel the power, her surrender, and it’s intoxicating. YOU: That’s it—let me hear you beg. Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 2 minutes. Hard and quick—match her desperation, ride the wave. I shift my weight, gripping her hips tight, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I start moving—slow, deliberate thrusts that make her gasp. I’m pounding her now, each motion a steady pulse, feeling her body yield beneath me, the silk sheets twisting as I drive into her warmth. The intimacy creeps in—her breath hitching in time with mine, a quiet connection beneath the heat. KYLIE: (gasping) Harder… come on, Y/N… give it to me… I pause, looking down at her—face flushed, eyes half-lidded, begging me—and my pulse spikes. YOU: You sure about that? I don’t half-ass anything—gonna go all in if you say yes. She nods, frantic, her nails scraping my arms. KYLIE: Yes… I’m sure… please… I grin, feeling the green light, ready to push her limits. YOU: Alright, here we go—you asked for it. Slow, 30 seconds. Easy pace—match the slow start. KYLIE’s voice cracks, raw and desperate, as she pleads—her body trembling under me, legs tightening around my waist. I’m pounding harder now, each thrust a firm claim, her gasps syncing with the rhythm of my hips. There’s an intimacy in how she clings to me, her need pulling me closer. KYLIE: Please, Y/N… I need it… don’t hold back… do it… I lean down, kissing her hard, swallowing her words, then pull back to lock eyes with her. YOU: Alright, then. You asked for it—don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m taking you there. She moans, her hands clawing my shoulders, and I feel her giving in. KYLIE: Yes… oh fuck… yes… Slow, 45 seconds. Steady now—feel her pleading. I move faster, firm and controlled, pounding into her with a rhythm that deepens—each thrust sinking into her core, the bed creaking as I take her fully. Her cries grow sharp, unrestrained, and I feel her rocking with me, our bodies aligning in this raw dance. KYLIE: Oh my God… yes… just like that… don’t stop… I grip her tighter, my voice a low growl. YOU: You good? Tell me you’re good—I’m not slowing down unless you say. She nods, frantic, her eyes wild and wide. KYLIE: So good… don’t stop… please, Y/N… I grin, driving on, her unraveling fueling me. YOU: That’s my girl—take it all. Medium, 45 seconds. Pick up the pace—match the rhythm. KYLIE’s nails dig into my back—hard, leaving marks—and I’m pounding her relentlessly now, each thrust a surge of power and need. The intimacy blooms in her surrender—her loud, unfiltered cries echoing how she’s letting me in, fully. KYLIE: Don’t stop… don’t you fucking dare, Y/N… I’m begging you… I grin, fierce, my breath ragged as I push her past her limits. YOU: Not a chance. You’re mine now—let’s see how much you can take, Jenner. She shudders, a broken moan spilling out as she gives in completely. KYLIE: Oh God… Y/N… Jerking Off Instruction: Medium, 1 minute. Stronger now—match her loss of control. Her voice breaks into whimpers—soft, desperate—as I pound her steadily, each thrust a deep claim that shakes the bed. The intimacy grows—her trembling hands clutching me like I’m her anchor, her pleas raw and unguarded. KYLIE: Please… Y/N… please, I can’t… I need you… I pin her wrists above her head, my breath hot against her ear. YOU: You’re mine, Kylie. Say it—let me hear it loud and clear. She gasps, trembling, her words tumbling out. KYLIE: Yours… I’m yours… fuck, Y/N… I feel her submission hit me like a wave. YOU: That’s it—good girl. Jerking Off Instruction: Fast, 1 minute. Quicker now—match her begging. KYLIE’s wrists go limp in my grasp as I pound into her, slower now but deep, each thrust sealing her surrender. The intimacy deepens—her eyes fluttering shut, her body softening beneath me, trusting me completely. KYLIE: Yes… yours… anything you want… I kiss her neck, soft but firm, savoring her yielding warmth. YOU: That’s it, Jenner. Just let go—I’ve got you, all of you. She sighs, melting into me, a quiet bond forming in the heat. KYLIE: Y/N… oh God… Jerking Off Instruction: Fast, 1 minute. Strong pace—match her surrender. I pick up again, pounding her hard and rough—the pace unrelenting, the bedframe groaning under us. Her screams tear through the air, primal, as I drive her to the edge, our bodies locked in this fierce intimacy. KYLIE: Fuck… yes! Y/N… don’t stop… My voice is rough, urging her on. YOU: Let go, Kylie. Give it to me—everything you’ve got, right now. She arches, trembling violently, on the brink. KYLIE: Oh fuck… I’m… Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 1 minute. Hard and quick—match the peak. KYLIE shatters beneath me—a scream rips out as I pound her through her climax, each thrust amplifying her waves of release. Her nails rake my back, legs locking around me, and I feel her pulse against me, intimate and raw. KYLIE: Oh God… oh God… Y/N… I slow, kissing her sweat-slick neck as she trembles. YOU: Right there with you, babe. You’re incredible—fuck, you’re everything. She’s panting, dazed, her voice wrecked. KYLIE: Holy… fuck… Y/N… Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 1 minute. Relentless—match her climax. I ease off, rolling beside her, both of us slick with sweat. KYLIE’s chest heaves, her skin flushed, and I brush her hair back, the pounding fading into a tender closeness—her faint smile a silent thank you. YOU: You okay? That was intense—didn’t hold back on you. She nods, weak but real. KYLIE: (panting) More than okay… you wrecked me… best way possible. I trace her jaw, feeling the afterglow settle. YOU: Good. Didn’t want to break you too bad—just enough. Jerking Off Instruction: Medium, 45 seconds. Slow it down—match the calm. KYLIE meets my eyes, her smile dazed but genuine, glowing with something deeper. I’m caught in it—the pounding replaced by this quiet intimacy, her breath still ragged but warm against me. KYLIE: That was… insane. You’re unreal, Y/N—blew my mind. I prop myself up, grinning, my hand on her hip. YOU: You’re not bad yourself, Jenner. Held your own—proud of you. She swats my chest, laughing weakly. KYLIE: Barely. You’ve got game—caught me off guard. Jerking Off Instruction: Medium, 45 seconds. Steady—match her smile. KYLIE pulls me back with a needy tug, her eyes hungry despite the exhaustion. I’m on her again, pounding resuming—firm, urgent—her legs wrapping tight, the intimacy now a desperate thread weaving through. KYLIE: Again… please, Y/N… I need more… I raise an eyebrow, my hands finding her waist. YOU: Insatiable, huh? You sure you can handle more? She nods, nails digging in. KYLIE: Yes… don’t make me beg again—please… Jerking Off Instruction: Fast, 1 minute. Pick it up—match her hunger. I pound her harder from the start, the silk sheets tangling as I drive into her, each thrust a blaze of heat. Her moans fill the room, loud and unfiltered, and I feel her clinging to me—intimacy in every desperate grip. KYLIE: Yes… like that… oh God, Y/N… keep going… My voice growls, pushing her. YOU: Whatever you want, Kylie. Take it all—right now. She’s lost in it, and I’m right there with her. KYLIE: Fuck… yes… Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 1 minute. Hard and quick—match the fire. KYLIE’s voice shifts to whimpers as I pound her relentlessly, each thrust deep and commanding. The intimacy surges—her frantic hands on my back, her breath hitching, needing me like air. KYLIE: Y/N… fuck… you’re killing me… oh God… I kiss her hard, swallowing her sounds. YOU: Keep saying my name—drives me crazy, Kylie. She gasps, breaking under me. KYLIE: Y/N… Y/N… please… Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 1 minute. Relentless—match her whimpers. I pin her wrists, pounding her with total control—each thrust a declaration, her body helpless beneath me. The intimacy peaks in her surrender—her eyes locked on mine, trusting, pleading. KYLIE: I can’t… it’s too much… Y/N… I smirk, slowing to tease, then driving harder. YOU: You can, Kylie. Take it—give me everything. She shudders, her surrender absolute. KYLIE: Oh fuck… okay… Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 1 minute. Full speed—match the dominance. KYLIE melts as I pound her one last time—slow, deep—her body softening, fully mine. I ease up, kissing her gently, the intimacy overwhelming now—her warmth, her trust enveloping me. KYLIE: Anything… I’m yours… Y/N… I brush her hair back, possessive yet soft. YOU: That’s my girl. You’re perfect—all mine. She curls into me, spent but content. KYLIE: Yours… fuck… Jerking Off Instruction: Fast, 45 seconds. Strong but easing—match her collapse. We find a slower rhythm, my thrusts steady as I pound her gently now, our bodies synced. The intimacy is thick—her soft moans, her hands gripping me, a quiet love beneath the heat. KYLIE: Don’t stop… I could stay like this forever… Y/N… I kiss her neck, keeping the pace. YOU: Not planning to. We’ve got all night—let’s make it count. She nods, smiling faintly. KYLIE: Yes… please… Jerking Off Instruction: Medium, 45 seconds. Steady—match the sync. KYLIE’s eyes open, staring up at me—lost, adoring—as I slow the pounding, each thrust deliberate, tender. The intimacy consumes us—her gaze a mirror to mine, unguarded and deep. KYLIE: You’re… incredible… I’ve never felt this… I brush her hair back, softening. YOU: So are you, Kylie. You’re blowing my mind—didn’t think it could be this good. A tear slips free, and I wipe it away. KYLIE: Y/N… fuck… Jerking Off Instruction: Medium, 30 seconds. Calm—match her vulnerability. I feel her tense as I pound her steadily, guiding her to the edge—each thrust a push toward release, intimacy in every shared breath. Her voice rises, urgent. KYLIE: I’m… I’m gonna… Y/N, I can’t hold it… My voice stays firm, steady. YOU: Go ahead, babe. Let it happen—I’ve got you. She grips me tight, tipping over. KYLIE: Fuck… Y/N… Jerking Off Instruction: Fast, 1 minute. Quick—match her edge. KYLIE breaks again as I pound her through it—a scream tearing out, her body convulsing under my thrusts. The intimacy is electric—her nails in my back, her legs locking me in, us fused in this moment. KYLIE: Y/N! Oh fuck… Y/N… yes… I slow, kissing her trembling lips. YOU: Right here, Kylie. You’re everything—fuck, you’re mine. She’s gasping, clinging to me. KYLIE: I… I can’t… oh God… Jerking Off Instruction: Very fast, 1 minute. Hard—match her second peak. $11 $12 $13 $14 $15 $16
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