Zombie Domination-Chapter 380- Gently

Aya’s hands trembled slightly as she reached behind her back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her black lace bra. The fabric loosened with a soft snap, straps sliding down her shoulders. She shrugged it off slowly, letting it fall to the bed beside her.

Her large breasts spilled free—heavy, soft, pale skin flushed pink at the tips. Her nipples were already hard, dark pink peaks standing erect from arousal and the cool air of the room. They rose and fell with her quick, nervous breaths.

Aya bit her lower lip, cheeks burning behind her glasses, then leaned forward. She cupped the underside of one breast, gently lifting and offering it toward Julian’s face like a shy, silent plea.

Julian didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, mouth closing around the offered nipple—warm, soft flesh yielding under his lips. His tongue flicked once, then circled slowly, tasting the faint salt of her skin before he sucked gently.

Aya’s head tipped back instantly. A soft, trembling moan escaped her.

"Annhh... Julian... nhh..."

Her voice was small at first, but it grew breathier as he sucked harder, tongue lapping at the sensitive bud while his newly healed hand came up to cup her other breast—kneading the heavy weight, thumb brushing over the neglected nipple until it pebbled even tighter.

Aya’s hips shifted restlessly on the bed, thighs pressing together. "Nhh... Julian... it feels... so good... annhh... don’t stop..."

Julian hummed against her skin, the vibration making her gasp sharper. He switched to the other nipple, sucking deep while his fingers rolled and pinched the first—wet from his mouth, glistening under the room’s low light. Aya’s moans turned into needy whimpers, her short black hair falling messily over her forehead as she arched closer, pressing her chest into his face.

Veronica watched from where she stood at the edge of the bed, emerald eyes dark with heat. Her breathing had grown shallower, cheeks flushed. She reached down slowly—almost teasingly—and unfastened the clasp of her skirt. The fabric slid down her long legs in a deliberate whisper, pooling at her ankles.

Underneath she wore matching ivory lace panties—high-cut, sheer in the front, the delicate material already darkened at the crotch from how wet she was. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and dragged them down inch by inch, letting Julian see every detail.

The panties slipped past her hips, revealing smooth, bare skin and the glistening pink folds of her pussy—swollen, slick, lips parted slightly from arousal. A thin string of wetness clung to the fabric as she stepped out of them, thighs trembling just enough to betray how badly she needed this.

Veronica kicked the panties aside, then climbed onto the bed—knees straddling Julian’s thigh, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her core.

"Look what you did to me," she muttered, voice husky and edged with that familiar tsundere bite. "All because you kept me waiting..."

She reached down, fingers parting her own folds for a moment—showing him how drenched she was, how her clit peeked out, swollen and begging—before she leaned in and kissed him hard, tasting Aya on his lips.

Aya, still trembling from Julian’s attention on her breasts, pressed closer—her heavy chest squishing against his side as she nuzzled his neck.

"Julian... I want... more..." she whispered shyly, voice breaking on another soft moan when his hand squeezed her breast again.

Veronica broke the kiss, panting against his mouth. "Then take it," she said, grinding her wet pussy slowly along his thigh—leaving a slick trail. "Both of us. Right now."

Julian’s hands moved—one sliding down Aya’s back to pull her even closer, the other gripping Veronica’s hip, guiding her to straddle him properly.

"Both of you," he repeated, voice low and rough. "Allright."

Aya whimpered in agreement, nipples still glistening from his mouth.

Veronica’s eyes flashed—half challenge, half surrender.

"Then don’t make us wait any longer."

Aya’s fingers trembled with a mix of shyness and urgency as she reached for the waistband of Julian’s pants. She tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, until his cock sprang free—already fully erect, thick and throbbing from the earlier teasing and the sight of both women bared before him. The head glistened faintly with pre-cum, veins standing out along the shaft.

Aya wrapped her small hand around him gently at first—palm warm, fingers barely meeting around his girth. She stroked upward in a slow, exploratory motion, thumb brushing over the sensitive underside of the head. "Julian... it’s so hard... nhh..." she whispered, eyes wide behind her glasses as she watched her own hand move.

Veronica, straddling his lap, couldn’t wait any longer. Her emerald eyes were dark with need, breath coming in short pants. She lifted her hips, aligned herself, and sank down slowly—guiding the head of his cock to her slick entrance.

The first inch stretched her open. Veronica’s head fell back, long blonde hair cascading like silk. "Annh... so deep already... hnnh..."

She kept going—inch by torturous inch—until he bottomed out, the tip pressing right against her cervix. Her walls clenched tight around him, hot and dripping, a soft shudder running through her entire body. "Ahh... all the way... to my womb... Julian... you’re filling me completely... nhaa..."

Aya leaned in from the side, cupping Julian’s face with both hands. She kissed him brutally—lips crashing against his, tongue thrusting deep without hesitation, teeth grazing his lower lip. It was messy, desperate, full of pent-up longing. Julian kissed her back just as fiercely, one hand sliding down her back while the other reached for Veronica.

His right hand roamed lower on Aya—sliding over the curve of her ass, still covered by her tight shorts. He squeezed the soft flesh through the fabric, fingers digging in just enough to make her whimper into his mouth. "Mmmph... Julian..." she moaned against his lips, hips twitching forward instinctively.

His left hand found Veronica’s breast—still cupped in her ivory lace bra. He kneaded the heavy swell, thumb circling where her nipple strained against the thin material. Veronica gasped sharply into the air. "Ahnn... touch me there... hnnh..."

She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra in one swift motion. The lace fell away, her full breasts bouncing free—nipples already hard and pink. Julian’s fingers found one immediately, rolling and pinching the sensitive peak while his palm supported the weight.

Veronica moaned louder, starting to move—slow rolls of her hips at first, then lifting and dropping with increasing rhythm. Wet sounds filled the room each time she sank down, taking him to the hilt. "Ahh... Julian... your cock... hitting so deep... nhaa... don’t stop... hyaan..."

Aya broke the brutal kiss with a wet gasp, lips swollen and shiny. She scrambled back just enough to shove her own shorts and panties down in one hurried motion. The black lace panties—already soaked—clung briefly to her thighs before she kicked them off. Her pussy was revealed—pink, glistening, folds swollen and parted, clit peeking out begging for attention. A thin trail of wetness dripped down her inner thigh.

She pressed close again, straddling Julian’s thigh so her slick heat rubbed against his skin. "Julian... please... touch me... I want it so bad... nhh..."

Julian didn’t make her wait. His right hand slid between her legs—fingers finding her wet folds, middle finger circling her clit once before dipping inside her tight heat. Aya cried out immediately, hips bucking forward.

"Annhh...! Julian... inside... hnnh... yes... deeper...!"

At the same moment, Veronica picked up her pace—riding him harder now, breasts bouncing with each downward thrust. Julian’s left hand pinched and tugged her nipple, rolling it between his fingers while she ground her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.

"Ahnn... Julian... I’m so close... hnnh... your fingers on my nipple... and your cock... aaaahhh...!"

Aya’s moans synced with Veronica’s—both women moving in desperate rhythm. Julian’s finger curled inside Aya, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. Aya’s walls fluttered around his digit, her large breasts pressing against his arm as she trembled.

"Nhaa... Julian... I’m gonna... annhh... with you... hyaan...!"

Veronica slammed down one last time, grinding deep. "Me too... Julian... fill me... ahh... cumming... cumming!!"

The room echoed with their shared cries—Veronica clenching hard around his cock as her orgasm hit, walls milking him in powerful spasms; Aya shuddering on his fingers, pussy gushing around his digit as she came with a broken, needy moan.

"Julian...!! Aaaahhh...!"

They collapsed against him—Veronica trembling in his lap, Aya curled into his side—both panting, flushed, utterly spent for the moment.

But Julian’s cock was still buried deep inside Veronica, still hard, still throbbing.

He pressed a soft kiss to Veronica’s temple, then turned to brush his lips against Aya’s forehead.

"Round two?" he murmured, voice rough with promise.

Veronica lifted her head, emerald eyes gleaming with renewed hunger despite the aftershocks.

"You’re not getting off that easy."

Aya nodded shyly, already reaching to stroke him again where he joined Veronica.

"More... please... Julian..."

Julian shifted his hips slightly, easing Veronica off his lap with gentle but firm hands on her waist. She slid to the side with a soft, reluctant whine—still trembling from her orgasm, pussy glistening and clenching around nothing now. "Nhh... Julian... don’t pull out yet..." she murmured, but she obeyed, making room.

Aya was already moving closer, knees spreading as she straddled him fully. Her large breasts swayed with the motion, nipples still hard and wet from his earlier mouth. She reached down between them with shaky fingers, grasping his slick cock—coated from Veronica’s juices—and guided the head to her entrance.

She sank down slowly—inch by torturous inch.

The stretch made her gasp sharply, eyes fluttering shut behind her glasses.

"Ahh... Julian... so deep... nhh... it’s stretching me... hyaan...!"

Her walls clenched instinctively around him, warm and slick, gripping like she never wanted to let go. Aya’s large breasts bounced gently with each subtle shift of her hips, nipples still glistening from earlier. She braced her hands on his chest, glasses slipping a fraction down her nose as she started to move—slow rolls at first, then lifting and dropping with growing need.

"Annhh... Julian... yes... like that... nhh... it feels... so full... ahh...!"

Veronica, kneeling close beside them, leaned in and captured Julian’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Her tongue tangled with his hungrily, moaning softly into it as her hand slid down to cup his jaw. When she broke away, lips swollen and breath ragged, she whispered against his ear.

"Don’t forget me... pamper my breasts too... Julian... play with my nipples... they’re still so sensitive... ahnn..."

Julian’s left hand moved immediately—cupping one of Veronica’s full breasts, thumb circling the hard pink nipple before pinching it firmly. Veronica arched into his touch with a sharp gasp.

"Nhaa... yes... just like that... tug it a little... hnnh... feels so good... Julian... don’t stop...!"

Her free hand drifted between her own thighs, fingers rubbing slow circles over her clit as she watched Aya ride him—eyes dark with heat. "Look at Aya... she looks so lost in it... ahh... I want that again soon..."

Aya’s pace quickened—hips slamming down harder now, breasts bouncing heavily. Julian thrust up to meet her, each deep stroke drawing louder cries from her throat.

"Ahh... Julian... hitting so deep... I’m... I’m gonna... hyaan...!"

Veronica leaned down, kissing along Julian’s neck, then nipping his earlobe. "Give her what she needs... fill her up too... I want to see her come all over you... nhh..."

Julian drove up harder—steady, powerful strokes that made Aya’s whole body tremble.

"Ahh... Julian... too much... I’m... cumming... annhh... cumming!!"

Aya’s walls clamped down hard—spasming wildly around his cock as her orgasm crashed through her. She threw her head back, short black hair sticking to her sweat-damp forehead, glasses fogging slightly. "Hyaaan... Julian...!! Aaaahhh...!"

Her body shook violently, pussy gushing around him, milking him in fluttering pulses.

Veronica watched with hungry eyes—fingers moving faster on her own clit. "Good... now it’s my turn again... Julian... I’m not satisfied yet..."

She pressed closer, breasts brushing his arm as she waited—nipple still caught between his fingers, begging for more.

Julian pulled Aya down gently against his chest—letting her tremble through the aftershocks—while his hand switched to Veronica’s other breast, giving it the same rough, loving attention.

"Your turn," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Both of you... I’m not done."

Aya whimpered softly against his neck, still clenching around him faintly. Veronica’s emerald eyes flashed with renewed hunger.

"Good," she whispered, already shifting to straddle him again. "Because I want so much more..."