My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 308: 308. Ellie Teaches Haruka How To Suck Like A Good Bitch!**

The air in the studio was thick enough to taste, heavy with the scent of salt, musk, and the overwhelming aroma of raw, unbridled lust. Haruka was still struggling, her breath hitching in clumsy, uncoordinated gasps as she tried to navigate the sheer, overwhelming scale of Mike’s cock.

Her jaw ached, and her movements were tentative, lacking the predatory rhythm that defined the room.

Suddenly, Mike’s large, calloused hand moved. With a playful but commanding precision, he reached down and flicked Haruka’s forehead.

"Eep! Ah!" Haruka let out a startled, high-pitched squeal, her head snapping back as she broke away from him, her lips glistening and red.

She blinked, her eyes wide and watery, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and dazed arousal.

"Slow down, little bird," Mike chuckled, a deep, vibrating sound that seemed to rumble through the very floorboards.

He looked down at her with a dominant, knowing smile, his eyes dark with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating. "You’re trying too hard, and you’re not getting anywhere."

"You’re acting like a lady, and we both know you’re not in the mood for ’lady’ behavior anymore."

He turned his gaze toward Ellie, who was watching the scene with a predatory, amused expression. "Ellie... show her."

"Show her how a real fucking bitch handles a man like me. Show her how to actually take it."

Ellie’s smile widened, turning into something wicked and triumphant. She looked at Haruka, not with pity, but with the intense, burning gaze of a mentor about to initiate a novice into a cult of pleasure.

"With pleasure, Mikey," Ellie purred. She turned her attention to Haruka, her eyes locking onto hers. "Watch closely, Haruka."

"Don’t just open your mouth; open your soul."

"You have to let him own you. You have to crave the way he fills you up."

Haruka watched, mesmerized, as Ellie repositioned herself. Ellie didn’t just lean in; she lunged.

She gripped Mike’s thick, muscular thighs with her hands, anchoring herself, and then she descended upon him with a ferocity that made Haruka’s breath catch in her throat.

"SLURP! GLUCK! SCHLIP!"

The sounds were violent, wet, and incredibly rhythmic. Ellie wasn’t just sucking; she was devouring him.

She used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive rim of the head before plunging her entire mouth down the length, her throat working with a practiced, rhythmic suction that made Mike’s hips lurch forward.

"Nnnngh... fuck, Ellie... YES!" Mike groaned, his head falling back, his muscles rippling with every deep, soul-shaking swallow.

He looked down at them, a dominant, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched the spectacle.

Haruka felt a sudden, violent surge of heat between her legs. The sight of Ellie, the "refined" Ellie, acting like a total, uninhibited slut for this man was more than her senses could bear.

Her hand, acting on a primal instinct she didn’t know she possessed, drifted downward. Her fingers found her own soaking, swollen folds, and she began to rub herself with a frantic, desperate urgency.

"Ahhh... mmm... hnnn!" Haruka let out a low, trembling moan, her fingers sliding through her own slickness.

"Schlick... schlick... schlick..." The sound of her own wetness was a frantic counterpoint to the heavy, slapping sounds of Ellie’s mouth.

She watched, eyes wide and glazed with lust, as Ellie’s head bobbed faster and faster. Ellie was a whirlwind of motion, her hair flying, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction.

Gluck... gluck... mmmph!" The intensity was staggering.

Ellie was pushing herself, her eyes looking up at Mike with a look of pure, unadulterated submission and hunger, proving she was exactly what he asked for: a woman who knew how to serve.

"Oh god... oh god... mmm!" Haruka’s moans rose in pitch, becoming more frequent and desperate.

She was fingering herself harder now, her movements becoming as frantic as Ellie’s head. The visual of Mike’s massive cock being swallowed whole, combined with the wet, slapping noises and the sheer, dominant power radiating from him, was driving her toward a precipice.

"AHHH! MMMM! HAAAH!" Haruka screamed softly, her head tossing back as she watched the display, her body arching as she felt the first tremors of an intense, overwhelming climax beginning to build, fueled by the sight of Ellie’s masterful, shameless devotion to Mike’s pleasure.

The studio was a fever dream of friction and fluid. Haruka’s breath was coming in ragged, uneven stabs, her vision blurring as she watched Ellie’s masterful display. The sound of Ellie’s mouth, that rhythmic, vacuum-like

"Slurp... gluck... schlip!" was acting like a hammer, driving Haruka deeper into a state of primal arousal. Her own fingers were working feverishly between her legs, the "schlick schlick" of her own slickness echoing the wetness of the act before her.

"I... I get it!" Haruka gasped out, her voice cracking with a desperate, high-pitched need. "I see it now!"

"The way she... the way she gives herself to him... mmm! Ahhh!"

Ellie, sensing the moment of transition, slowly pulled back. She let out a long, trailing, wet "Sssslurp..." as she retreated, leaving Mike’s cock glistening, dripping, and pulsing violently in the dim light.

Ellie sat back on her heels, her chest heaving, a triumphant, predatory smirk playing on her swollen lips. She looked like a queen who had just finished a ritual and was now handing the crown to her successor.

"Good girl," Ellie whispered, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction.

She reached out, her hand guiding Haruka’s trembling chin back toward the massive, dark length. "Now, it’s your turn to show him you’re not that boring little doll anymore."

"Take him, Haruka. Don’t just touch him; claim him."

Haruka leaned forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. As her lips finally brushed against the heated, velvet skin of the head, a jolt of pure electricity shot through her entire frame.

"Haaah... mmm!"

"Don’t just hover there, Haruka," Ellie instructed, her voice a low, commanding purr as she watched Haruka’s every move. "You have to wrap your lips tight around him."

"Feel the heat. Feel how much he wants you to swallow him."

Haruka obeyed, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate the staggering girth.

"Mmmph!" She felt the sheer mass of him filling her, the pressure against her cheeks, the way his pulse seemed to beat directly against her tongue.

"That’s it," Ellie continued, her eyes gleaming with a wicked intensity. "Now, use your tongue."

"Don’t just let it sit there."

"Swirl it around the tip, right where he’s most sensitive."

"Lick him like he’s the only thing in the world that can keep you alive. Slurp... mmm..."

Haruka followed the instruction, her tongue darting out in a frantic, wet motion. "Slurp... lllp... mmmph!"

The sensation was overwhelming; the taste of him, the salt and the musk, was intoxicating. She felt a surge of confidence, a dark, delicious power rising within her as she realized she could actually do this.

"And the suction, Haruka! Don’t be afraid to be greedy!" Ellie urged, her voice rising in excitement. "Draw him in deep. Use your throat."

"Make him feel like you’re trying to pull the very soul out of him! Gluck... gluck..."

Haruka took a deep, shaky breath and then plunged her head forward with everything she had. "GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMMMPH!"

She wrapped her lips tight, creating a vacuum that made Mike let out a guttural, earth-shaking roar of approval.

"FUCK! YES, HARUKA! THAT’S IT!" Mike growled, his large hands coming down to grip her hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips thrusting upward instinctively to meet her desperate mouth.

"Mmmph! Haaaah! Ahhh!" Haruka’s moans were muffled by his massive length, turning into deep, vibrating hums of pure ecstasy.

She was no longer the hesitant girl; she was a woman possessed. She was sucking with a frantic, uncoordinated but intense hunger, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the sheer, overwhelming power of him filling her throat.

The room was filled with the sounds of their shared madness: the heavy, rhythmic "Gluck... gluck... gluck" of Haruka’s mouth, the wet, slapping sounds of her chin against his pubic hair, Mike’s deep, commanding grunts, and Ellie’s low, encouraging, and sinful whispers.

"Ahhh! Mmm! Oh god, yes... mmmph!" Haruka’s cries were becoming louder, more uninhibited, a beautiful, messy symphony of a woman finally finding her true, dark, and hungry self.