Gon's Harem System
Chapter 110: Stroking his boner (18+)

Chapter 110: Stroking his boner (18+)

Hmmmm. Dina’s moan was a low, throaty sound that resonated within her chest, her body arching into Gon’s touch like a cat craving affection.

His fingertips danced across her skin, weaving a spell of pleasure that left her gasping and aching for more.

In turn, her hands trailed over the taut muscles of his back, tracing intricate patterns with her fingers.

Her touch was a siren song, urging him deeper into the feverish embrace.

At last, Gon’s hands found their destination, settling over the inviting swell of Dina’s breasts.

Her body arched further into his touch, her nipples hardening to taut peaks under his expert ministrations.

He teased her with maddening patience, his fingers drawing lazy circles around the sensitive buds.

His touch sent jolts of electricity shooting through her body, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he tormented her with his tantalizing caresses.

Dina’s body had become a quivering, writhing mass of pleasure.

Her movements were involuntary, her muscles convulsing with each torturous caress that set her ablaze.

She was helpless against the tide of sensation, her mind surrendering to the overwhelming bliss that enveloped her

Gon’s touch was like a magic spell, conjuring pleasure from every nerve ending in her body.

She had never felt anything like this before, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of her response.

Gon’s smile was a wicked gleam, a hint of predatory triumph that he couldn’t quite contain.

He drank in Dina’s writhing like a connoisseur savoring a fine wine, his ego swelling with the knowledge that he was the one orchestrating her downfall into decadent pleasure.

Each moan, each gasp, each shiver of ecstasy was a testament to his prowess, a testament to the irresistible power that pulsed within him.

With a playful but firm pinch, Gon unleashed a new wave of pleasure that swept through Dina’s body like a wildfire.

She groaned into his neck, her breath hot against his skin as her body surrendered to the ecstasy

The pinch sent shockwaves coursing through her, her nipples throbbing with a tantalizing ache as he expertly teased them.

The scent of his skin filled her nostrils, a rich, masculine fragrance that only fueled her desire.

"Don’t stop," Dina murmured, her voice raspy and strained with lust.

Gon nodded, his smile deepening with the knowledge that she was at his mercy, helpless to resist his skillful touch.

His hands wrapped around her breasts with a firm, commanding grip, his fingers kneading and teasing her flesh as if they knew her body by heart.

The friction of his skin against hers set her ablaze, the heat radiating out from her breasts and coursing through her entire body.

With tender care, Gon lavished Dina’s neck with a gentle assault of kisses, each one a fluttering sensation that lingered on her skin like a sweet aphrodisiac.

She responded in kind, her body undulating in a rhythmic dance that invited him deeper into her embrace.

"Uhmm...Ohh...Ahh," her moans came in a litany of pleasure, the sensation of his lips on her skin driving her wild with need.

Her fingers curled against his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she urged him onward.

As Dina’s body succumbed to Gon’s teasing ministrations, her mind returned from the haze of pleasure, reclaiming control.

She allowed her fingers to roam, exploring the contours of Gon’s body with a renewed fervor.

Each muscle was a landscape to be discovered, the dips and crevices a map of his raw masculinity.

Her fingers traveled down the expanse of his chest, tracing the defined ridges of his abs.

Then, with a deliberate boldness, she dipped lower, reaching the throbbing heat of his manhood.

With a mischievous grin, Dina wrapped her hand around the turgid length of Gon’s manhood.

She squeezed, relishing the sharp intake of breath that escaped his lips as his body tensed beneath her touch.

Slowly, deliberately, she slid her hand up his shaft, her fingers dancing along the veins that throbbed with each beat of his racing heart.

At the very tip, she paused, her thumb and forefinger encircling his glans as she squeezed again, the pressure sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

Like a dam breaking, the precum erupted from Gon’s tip, flooding Dina’s palm with its slippery warmth.

The pressure of her touch had set him ablaze, and now he was teetering on the precipice of release, his every breath a ragged exhale of pure, unadulterated need.

With a playful smirk, Dina descended lower, her fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of his scrotum.

MHer touch was feather-light, yet firm, her fingertips dancing across the taut skin in an intricate rhythm

Encouraged by his audible appreciation, she continued her ministrations, cupping and caressing his nether regions with a delicacy that belied her true intentions.

Her dexterous fingers found the sensitive spots that made him shudder and moan, "Uhmm", his breath quickening as she stroked and teased him through his trousers.

Her hands, emboldened by his increasingly urgent pleas, delved into the forbidden territory of his pants, searching for the forbidden fruit of his arousal.

With practiced precision, she grasped his rigid manhood, feeling it throb and pulse against her palm like a living, breathing creature of its own.

At last, the barrier of clothing had been vanquished, leaving their naked flesh exposed and vulnerable to each other’s touch.

Her fingers glided over the length of his erection with sinuous ease, their union electrified by the absence of any fabric to hinder their tantalizing play.

Hmmm. Gon could no longer contain the guttural cry of pleasure that escaped his lips as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his throbbing member, their skin searing with a heat that defied any need for clothing.

He, who had relished in the act of teasing and tempting her with his ministrations, was now the one enraptured in a sea of pleasure.

Gon’s body twisted and writhed beneath her touch, his muscles tense with anticipation as she skillfully navigated the treacherous waters of his arousal.

The tables had turned, and he was now helpless to resist the ebbing tide of desire that washed over him.