My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 249: 249. Her Eyes Is Showing Completely That She’s My Bitch!**

He increased the speed of the tiny thrusts, the wet, slapping sound of his pelvis hitting her echoing in the small space, a rhythmic, taunting tempo that drove her closer and closer to a state of pure, unadulterated insanity.

She was trapped in a loop of exquisite torment, her teeth clamped on his shoulder, her body arching in a desperate, beautiful struggle to survive the sheer magnitude of him.

The steam in the bathroom seemed to thicken, turning the air into a heavy, humid veil that clung to her skin, mirroring the suffocating intensity of the sensation inside her. As Mike continued his rapid, shallow teasing, Sabrina’s mind began to fracture, the logical, structured thoughts of the "Professor" dissolving into a primal soup of pure feeling.

Inside her mind, a single, crystalline thought began to pulse in time with the rhythm of his hips, a realization that stripped away every previous memory of intimacy she had ever possessed:

’This isn’t just sex... this is a total reconstruction of everything I thought my body was capable of feeling.’

Every previous encounter she had ever had felt like a mere shadow, a pale, flickering candle compared to the roaring, sun-bright inferno that was Mike. Before, she had known pleasure; now, she was learning about a profound, overwhelming possession that felt less like an act and more like a metamorphosis.

He wasn’t just touching her; he was rewriting her anatomy with every heavy, pulsing movement of his massive shaft.

As the realization settled into her bones, Mike’s rhythm shifted again. The teasing, fluttering motions began to lengthen, gaining weight and momentum.

The "breaks" he promised were becoming shorter and shorter, the intervals of shallow friction being swallowed by the sheer force of his increasing speed. He was no longer just teasing her; he was building a crescendo, a violent, upward climb toward a peak that looked more like a precipice.

The rapid-fire thrusts began to hit with more impact, the sound of his heavy, wet pelvis slapping against her soaking wet entrance becoming a frantic, driving percussion.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"AH! AHH! MMMM! GHHH!"

The sensation became so overwhelming that the sharp sting of biting his shoulder was no longer enough to anchor her. A tidal wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy drowned out the pain.

She lost her grip on his shoulder, her fingers sliding down the hard, sweating expanse of his lats as she weakened.

She stopped biting. She couldn’t focus on the pain anymore.

Instead, her mouth fell open, her lips parting in a silent, desperate gasp before her tongue lollied out, damp and trembling, as she let out a long, uninhibited, and incredibly loud moan.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH... MMMM MMMM MMMM!"

It was a sound of total, beautiful surrender. Her tongue flickered against the air, her head lolling back as her eyes rolled into her head, showing only the whites.

She was no longer trying to control herself, no longer trying to find a way to survive the sensation. She was simply the sensation.

The speed was becoming dizzying. Mike was driving into her with a ferocious, relentless tempo, his massive cock working like a piston, slamming into her with a force that made her entire body vibrate.

The friction was intense, a hot, sliding pressure that felt like it was melting her from the inside out.

"That’s it!" Mike roared, his voice a primal command that cut through her haze.

He could feel her surrender, could feel the way her body had stopped fighting and started simply absorbing him. "Let it out! Don’t hold back! Give me everything, Sabrina!"

"Give me all those screams!"

He leaned in, his massive chest crushing her breasts, his sweat dripping onto her skin, adding to the overwhelming sensory deluge. He was a wall of heat and muscle, a dominant force that was driving her toward a shattering, soul-deep climax.

"AAAAAAAHHHH! MIKE! MIKE! OH GOD, MIKE!"

Her moans turned into high-pitched, melodic shrieks that echoed off the tiled walls, a frantic, rhythmic soundtrack to the violent, beautiful storm he was unleashing within her. She was lost in the rhythm, lost in the heat, and lost in the terrifying, wonderful realization that she was being completely, utterly, and irrevocably undone by the man who held her in his massive, unyielding arms.

The world outside the confines of the bathtub had ceased to exist. The steam, the sound of the dripping faucet, and the distant hum of the house—it all faded into a dull, unimportant static.

For Sabrina, there was only the rhythmic, thunderous impact of Mike’s pelvis against hers and the overwhelming, stretching heat of his massive cock driving into her core.

Mike was a master of sensory annihilation. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was systematically dismantling her consciousness. Each thrust was a hammer blow to her sanity, a heavy, deep surge of pleasure that wiped away her thoughts, her memories, and her very sense of self.

The "Professor" was gone, replaced by a creature of pure, unadulterated instinct.

As he increased the tempo, the friction became a searing, white-hot sensation that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. The sheer scale of him, the way he filled every corner of her being, was so profound that her brain simply ran out of ways to process it.

Her thoughts didn’t just slow down; they evaporated.

Her eyes, once wide with worry and frantic to stay sane, began to glaze over. The pupils dilated until they were vast, dark pools of pure desire, and in the hazy, ecstatic fog of her mind, a strange, surreal transformation took place.

Her gaze became soft, unfocused, and dreamlike, her expression melting into a look of absolute, mindless adoration. It was as if the sheer intensity of her pleasure had physically manifested in her eyes, turning her gaze into a shimmering, heart-shaped trance of pure, unbridled lust.

She wasn’t just looking at him; she was worshipping the very force of nature that was currently ravaging her.

"Hhh... hhh... mmmm... AHHH!"

She was no longer trying to find her footing. She had stopped fighting the waves and had instead decided to drown in them.

She was giving in not just to the pleasure, but to him. The dominance he exerted wasn’t a burden anymore; it was her entire universe.

Mike saw the change. He saw the way her eyes had lost their focus, the way she looked at him with a dazed, hungry devotion that signaled her total psychological surrender.

He let out a low, triumphant growl, his pace becoming even more ferocious, his thrusts becoming deep, punishing, and rhythmic, driving her deeper into the abyss of her own ecstasy.

"That’s it, baby," he breathed, his voice a dark, velvet caress against her damp skin. "Lose your mind..."

"Give it all to me! There’s nothing else left but this!"

Sabrina felt a desperate, overwhelming need to connect with the source of this madness. She wanted to taste the heat, to consume the man who was consuming her.

Her head lolled toward his, her movements slow and heavy, driven by a primal magnetism. Her mouth, still parted in a silent, ecstatic moan, began to move.

Her tongue, slick with saliva and trembling from the sheer intensity of her climax, peeked out from between her lips. It was a slow, wiggly, and incredibly suggestive gesture, a silent, liquid plea for the one thing that could bridge the gap between their two souls.

She was offering herself to him, her tongue dancing in the air between them, signaling a hunger that went far beyond the physical. It was an invitation to a kiss that would be as deep and consuming as the act they were currently engaged in.

Mike didn’t need a second invitation. He saw the invitation in the way her tongue flickered, a soft, wet signal of her total submission and her desperate craving for him.

He leaned in, his massive frame looming over her like a shadow, his eyes burning with a dark, predatory hunger that matched her own.

He captured her mouth in a kiss that was less a caress and more a collision. It was a hard, demanding, and deeply possessive kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to meet hers in a frantic, wet dance.

He tasted the salt of her skin, the sweetness of her desire, and the raw, uninhibited passion of a woman who had been completely and utterly broken by his touch.

As their tongues intertwined, the sensation of his cock inside her seemed to amplify, the rhythmic pounding of his hips providing a heavy, driving bassline to the frantic, wet melody of their kiss. Sabrina let out a muffled, vibrating moan against his lips, her entire body arching into him, her soul finally, beautifully, and completely lost in the storm of Mike’s making.

’Good... she’s finally my bitch officially...’