My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 244: 244. Drowning Her With All The Semen That I Unleash! (And Then Records Her!)**

Mike suddenly tightened his grip, his large hands clamping onto the back of her head with a crushing, possessive force. He didn’t just hold her; he steered her.

With a powerful, unrelenting heave of his hips, he drove himself forward one last time, his pelvis slamming into her face with a brutal, wet impact. He crushed her nose and mouth deep into the coarse, dark thicket of his pubic hair, pinning her face against him so that she was virtually fused to his groin.

"MMMMMM! GGHHH!"

The impact forced her head back, and she felt the air leave her lungs in a sharp, strangled wheeze. There was no space left; her world was reduced to the overwhelming scent of his musk and the sheer, solid wall of his manhood.

"Now!" he roared, his voice vibrating through her skull. "Take it! All of it!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

The first jet hit her like a physical blow. It wasn’t a trickle; it was a violent, high-pressure eruption that blasted against the back of her throat with a force that made her eyes bulge.

The sheer volume of the first spurt knocked the breath from her, the hot, thick fluid filling her mouth instantly.

"GLUG! HHHHGGG!"

She tried to pull away, her hands coming up instinctively to push against his heavy, corded thighs. She strained, her fingers digging into his skin, trying to create even an inch of space so she could breathe.

But Mike didn’t budge. He leaned his full weight forward, pressing her deeper into him, forcing her to endure the tide.

"GLLLLLKKK! GHHH!"

SPLUUUUUUUUURRRRRTTTTTTT~! SPLUUUUUURRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT~!

The second and third spurts followed in rapid, rhythmic succession, each one more powerful than the last. The semen was hot and thick, flooding her mouth and sliding down the back of her throat in a suffocating wave.

She was no longer just swallowing; she was drowning. Her throat bulged visibly, the skin stretching under the massive pressure of the fluid filling her.

’Too much... there’s too much!’ her mind screamed in a wild, animal panic.

The fluid was pouring into her with such velocity that she couldn’t swallow fast enough. It filled her oral cavity and then, in a single, overwhelming instant, it spilled over.

The hot, white liquid burst from the corners of her lips and began to leak and then spray out of her nose.

"HHH HAAAACK! SCHLLLLUUUUP!"

She let out a strangled, muffled cry that was drowned by the sound of more semen erupting into her mouth. She was shaking now, her entire body spasming as she tried to cope with the deluge.

Her nose was clogged, her mouth was a frothing mess of white fluid and saliva, and she could feel the thick, heavy cream sliding down the back of her throat, thick enough to make her gag.

In a desperate attempt to get air, she fought with everything she had. Her feet kicked frantically against the side of the tub, her fingers clawing at his legs, scratching at him in a blind, suffocating, primal attempt to break free.

But Mike only smiled, a dark, triumphant expression as he felt her struggle. He pushed even harder, forcing her head tighter against him, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted.

"MMMM GHHH! GLLLLUUU!"

A massive glob of semen burst from her nose, splattering against her upper lip and chin, but she couldn’t wipe it away. She couldn’t do anything but take it.

The flood continued, a relentless, hot tide that seemed to go on forever, filling her up until she felt like she was going to burst.

"Hhh... g gluuuugh!"

She was gasping for air through her nose, but every time she managed to suck in a breath, she inhaled a fine mist of his scent and the acrid, salty aroma of his seed. The world had vanished; there was only the overwhelming sensation of his heat and the endless, thick flow of him filling her, drowning her, and marking her as his in the most primal way possible.

"HAAACK! GLLLLK! MMMMMPHH!"

She was shaking, her face a mess of white and sweat, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and involuntary arousal. She had never experienced anything like this, the sheer, brutal volume of it.

It was a flood that had broken her, a tide that had washed away the last of her professional dignity and replaced it with the reality of being a vessel for his release. And as the final spurt finally flickered and died, she remained there, pressed against him, gasping and dripping, completely subdued by the sheer force of his climax.

As the final, heavy pulse of his climax subsided, Mike threw his head back, a raw, guttural scream of pure, unadulterated triumph tearing from his throat.

"FUCK! YES!" he roared, his voice echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom like a thunderclap. "GOD DAMN, Sabrina!"

"You fucking took every bit of it!"

He let out a string of heavy, satisfied swears, his chest heaving as he basked in the glory of his conquest. Slowly, with a deliberate and agonizingly slow motion, he began to pull himself out of her.

As the massive, thick head of his cock slid past her lips, the sudden release of pressure caused a chaotic, messy eruption.

Sabrina sat there, frozen in a state of total sensory collapse. Her jaw hung loosely, her mouth a gaping, trembling mess of white, frothy semen.

Because her throat was still so engorged and her muscles still spasming from the force of the deluge, the fluid didn’t just drip; it overflowed. Thick, creamy streams of his seed burst from her mouth in a messy cascade, while more of it sprayed and leaked from her nostrils, coating her upper lip and chin in a glistening, white mask of his dominance.

She looked like a broken doll, her eyes glazed and staring at nothing, her breath coming in shallow, ragged, wet gasps.

"Hhh... hhh... ngggh..."

Mike looked down at her, and instead of tenderness, a loud, boisterous laugh erupted from him. It was a mocking, triumphant sound that filled the small room.

"Look at you!" he cackled, pointing at her disheveled, semen-soaked face. "Look at the great Professor Sabrina!"

"You look like you just went ten rounds with a fucking fire hose!" Mike laughed. "You’re absolutely covered in me!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone, his eyes gleaming with a new, mischievous cruelty.

"Oh, this is too good~! And this is also legendary," he chuckled, his fingers tapping the screen with practiced ease.

Click. Click.

The flash of the camera momentarily blinded her, but she was too far gone to even blink. "Stay just like that, baby~!"

"Don’t you dare wipe a single drop away... I want to see that beautiful, messy face of yours."

He began to move the phone in a slow, sweeping motion, recording a video of her. He zoomed in on her nose, where a thick glob of semen was slowly sliding down toward her lip, and then panned up to her wide, vacant eyes.

"Look at this, everyone!" he joked to the camera, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he filmed her. "The intellectual powerhouse of the university, absolutely drowning in my cock!"

"She’s a fucking mess!"

He leaned closer to her, the lens of the phone hovering inches from her face, capturing the way her lips trembled and the way the white fluid glistened in the harsh bathroom light.

"Just imagine," he whispered, a dark, playful glint in his eyes as he looked from the screen back to her. "Just imagine if your little boyfriend, or that ’colleague’ you’re always so professional with, saw this!"

"Imagine them seeing you like that, mouth wide open, nose leaking my cum, looking like a total, mindless slut!" Mike laughed. "They wouldn’t even recognize you, would they?"

"They’d see the real Sabrina... The one who belongs to me."

He let out another short, sharp laugh, the sound of a man who knew he held all the cards.

"You’re going to be a star, Sabrina," he teased, his thumb stroking her chin, smearing the semen even further across her skin. "A fucking star of the bedroom..."

"This video is going to be my favorite thing in the world!"

"Every time you try to act all high and mighty in class, you’re going to remember this moment."

"You’re going to remember how it felt to have me drown you."

Sabrina could only let out a faint, pathetic whimper, a sound so small it was nearly lost in the sound of his laughter. She was a prisoner of his camera, a prisoner of his lust, and a prisoner of the messy, humiliating reality that he had completely, utterly conquered her.