My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 309: 309. They’re Taking My Meat-Road Together! I Love Some Two-Way Lick/Suck!**

The air in the studio had reached a boiling point, a thick, sweltering haze of pheromones and raw, unadulterated lust. Haruka was no longer just a spectator or a clumsy amateur; she was a woman being forged in the fire of pure sensation.

Under Ellie’s relentless, expert guidance, the hesitation was melting away, replaced by a frantic, primal instinct to consume.

"GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMM HNNN!"

Haruka’s movements were becoming more fluid, her jaw working with a newfound, desperate rhythm. She was learning the art of the vacuum, the way to tilt her head to allow him to slide deeper into the warmth of her throat.

The wet, slapping sounds of her lips against Mike’s skin were becoming louder, more confident, and a rhythmic testament to her rapid descent into depravity.

Beside her, Ellie was a vision of pure, uninhibited hedonism. She wasn’t just watching; she was participating in the shared ecstasy.

Her legs were spread wide, and her hand was buried deep between her own thighs. "Schlick... schlick... squelch..."

The sound of her fingers working through her own heavy, soaking cream was a rhythmic percussion to Haruka’s sucking.

Ellie’s eyes were hooded, her head lolling back as she watched Haruka’s progress.

"Look at you... mmm... look at you go, Haruka," Ellie gasped, her voice a ragged, breathless melody. "You’re doing it... you’re actually doing it... ahhh!"

She let out a sharp, needy moan as she hooked a finger deep inside herself, her hips jerking in time with Haruka’s frantic head movements. "You’re becoming a natural... a real, hungry bitch..."

Mike let out a low, rumbling laugh that sounded like thunder rolling through the room. His hands were buried in Haruka’s hair, his knuckles white as he gripped her, his hips thrusting upward to meet the desperate suction of her mouth.

He looked down at the two of them, the two women he was currently breaking and rebuilding, and a dark, triumphant grin split his face.

"You two are doing damn well," Mike growled, his voice dripping with a dominant, mocking heat.

He looked down at Haruka, whose eyes were rolled back in a trance of pleasure, and then at Ellie, who was practically vibrating with her own self-pleasure.

"I bet those little boys of yours are sitting at that home right now, feeling it," Mike teased, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of pure arrogance. "I bet Ren and Stanley are feeling a sudden, hollow ache in their chests... a hunger they can’t explain."

He leaned forward, his face inches from Haruka’s as she pulled back for a momentary, gasping breath. "Haaaah... mmm... ahhh!"

"They’re probably sitting there, thinking about how much they miss you," Mike continued, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "But they don’t know... they don’t realize that you’re starving for something they can’t provide."

"They’re probably feeling a desperate, pathetic need for a real, massive cock like mine."

"A cock that actually fills you up, that actually makes you scream like a fucking animal."

He looked at Ellie, who let out a loud, mocking peal of laughter, her fingers working even faster. "Ah! Yes! Mmmph!"

"He’s right, Haruka!" Ellie cried out, her voice a frantic, high-pitched trill. "They’re just little boys playing at being men!"

"They give you ’gentle’ and ’polite’... but you? You want to be ruined! You want to be filled until you can’t breathe!"

"AHHH! YES! MMM! OH GOD!" Haruka screamed, the words tearing from her throat as the sheer, insulting truth of his words ignited a fresh wave of arousal.

The thought of Ren’s small, careful touch compared to the massive, pulsing reality of Mike was enough to make her feel like she was exploding.

She dove back down, her mouth finding him with a ferocity that was almost violent. "SLURP! GLUCK! SCHLIP!"

She wasn’t just sucking now; she was attacking him, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around him in a desperate attempt to swallow every inch of his glory.

"Mmmph! Haaaah! Ahhh! MMMM!" Her moans were no longer polite; they were loud, unashamed, and utterly primal.

The studio was a cacophony of sin: the wet schlick of Ellie’s fingers, the rhythmic gluck of Haruka’s mouth, Mike’s deep, dominant grunts, and the high, frantic screams of two women who had finally, beautifully, lost themselves to the hunger.

The intensity in the studio had reached a fever pitch, a swirling vortex of heat, moisture, and the primal sounds of two women losing their minds to a single, massive source of pleasure. Haruka was a woman transformed, her movements frantic and hungry, her eyes glazed with a lust so deep it bordered on madness.

Suddenly, Ellie reached out, her hand slick with her own juices, and tapped Haruka’s shoulder. The touch was firm, a command to shift the dynamic.

"Enough playing solo, Haruka," Ellie whispered, her voice a raspy, seductive command.

She looked up at Mike, then back to Haruka, her eyes burning with a wicked idea. "Let’s show him how much we can really take. Let’s share him."

Following Ellie’s lead, the two women shifted their positions. They turned to face each other, their knees brushing, their bodies creating a tight, intimate circle around Mike’s towering erection.

They were now positioned in a way that they were looking directly into each other’s eyes, eyes that were wide, dilated, and filled with the same desperate hunger.

Ellie leaned in first, her mouth opening wide to claim the glistening, sensitive tip of Mike’s cock. "SLURP... MMMM!"

She swirled her tongue around the crown, her suction intense and focused. Meanwhile, Haruka, driven by a sudden, overwhelming urge to participate in this coordinated assault, moved her mouth down to the thick, pulsing shaft.

"GLUCK... SCHLIP... MMMM!"

They were a synchronized machine of lust. Ellie was working the head, her lips tight and her tongue dancing over the most sensitive parts, while Haruka gripped the massive girth of the shaft, her throat working rhythmically to accommodate the sheer scale of him.

The sounds were deafening in the small space: the wet, heavy "schlick schlick" of their lips, the deep, vacuum-like "gluck gluck" of their swallowing, and the frantic, high-pitched moans of the women as they felt the heat of each other and the man simultaneously.

"Ahhh! Mmm! Haaaah!" Haruka cried out, her eyes locking with Ellie’s.

Seeing Ellie’s face so close, flushed and beautiful, while they both worked on Mike, sent a jolt of pure, lesbian-adjacent electricity through her, even if their focus remained singular.

Mike let out a low, rumbling growl, his hands coming down to grip the backs of their heads, his fingers tangling in their hair. He looked down at them, seeing the way their faces were so close, the way their breaths mingled in the space between them.

"Hey! Watch it!" Mike barked, though his voice was thick with amusement and a dominant, commanding edge. "Don’t go starting a fucking lesbian scene on me!"

"I didn’t bring you two here to watch you fuck each other!"

He gave their heads a firm, guiding tug, forcing them to focus even harder on him. "I don’t care about your little girl games."

"You keep your eyes on me and your mouths on this fucking cock!"

"You’re here to double-team me, you hear? Make sure every inch of this is covered!"

He let out a loud, boisterous, and incredibly dominant laugh, a sound of pure triumph. He loved the control; he loved the way he could command two beautiful women to abandon their inhibitions and dedicate every ounce of their being to his pleasure.

"Mmmph! Ahhh! YES, MIKE!" Ellie muffled out against the tip, her eyes rolling back as she felt his command vibrate through her.

"GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMMMM!" Haruka responded with a ferocity that was almost violent, her jaw working overtime to swallow as much of the shaft as possible.

The room was a chaotic, beautiful symphony of debauchery. "Slurp... gluck... schlick... mmmph!"

The sounds of their mouths working in tandem were a rhythmic, wet percussion. Haruka’s moans were becoming long, drawn-out screams of ecstasy, "AAAAHHHH! MMMMM!" as she felt the sheer power of the man between them.

Ellie was making sharp, needy gasps, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" her head bobbing in perfect synchronicity with Haruka’s.

They were two women, completely surrendered to the will of one man, working together to worship his massive, pulsing glory, their screams and moans echoing the absolute, uninhibited madness of the moment.