My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 310: 310. Their Double Team Is So Good That I Had To Spray Their Faces!**

The air in the studio had become a suffocating, humid soup of pure, unadulterated sin. The rhythmic, wet percussion of the double teaming was relentless, a frantic symphony of "GLUCK... SCHLIP... SLURP... MMMM!" that seemed to vibrate the very walls.

Haruka and Ellie were a singular, coordinated force of nature, their mouths working in a desperate, hungry tandem to conquer the massive, dark monolith of Mike’s cock.

As they worked, neither woman could keep her hands still. Their bodies were screaming for more, driven to the brink of madness by the sheer sensation of him.

Below the level of the bed, their legs were spread wide, and their fingers were buried deep in their own soaking, swollen folds.

"Schlick... squelch... schlick... mmm!"

The sound of their self-pleasure was a wet, frantic counterpoint to the suction of their mouths. Ellie’s fingers were moving with a violent, expert speed, her hips jerking upward as she tried to find relief, while Haruka was rubbing herself with a desperate, uncoordinated fervor, her eyes rolled so far back in her head that only the whites were visible.

"Ahhh! Haaaah! MMMM!" Haruka’s cries were no longer muffled; they were long, soul-shaking screams of ecstasy that tore through the room.

Mike sat back, his massive chest heaving, his muscles rippling like corded steel under his tan skin. He looked down at the two beautiful women, their faces flushed and glistening with sweat and saliva, their hands working feverishly between their legs. A dark, mocking, and incredibly dominant smile spread across his face.

He felt like a god, presiding over a temple of pure, uninhibited lust.

"Look at you two..." Mike growled, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble of pure arrogance.

He reached down, his large hands gripping their hair to keep them anchored to him. "Just two hungry, desperate bitches, completely lost in me."

He let out a low, taunting chuckle that seemed to mock the very idea of the men they had left behind.

"I wonder where they are right now?" Mike teased, his eyes glinting with a cruel, triumphant light. "I wonder if Ren or Stanley even realize what they’ve lost."

"They’re probably sitting there, acting all ’refined’ and ’polite,’ thinking everything is just fine."

He leaned down, his voice dropping to a low, biting whisper that cut through their frantic moaning.

"They aren’t even looking for you. They aren’t even thinking about you."

"While you’re here, screaming like animals, losing your goddamn minds over a real man... they’re probably just sitting there, completely oblivious to the fact that their girlfriends are being absolutely ruined by a cock they could never hope to satisfy."

"AHHH! YES! MMM! OH GOD!" Haruka screamed, the insult acting like a whip of pure arousal.

The thought of Ren’s oblivious, ’polite’ nature compared to the raw, dominating reality of Mike was driving her toward a total, shattering climax.

"They’re so small, so insignificant," Mike continued, his voice growing more intense as he felt the heat of their mouths intensifying. "They don’t know what it’s like to be truly taken."

"They don’t know the feeling of being filled until you can’t think, until you can’t breathe... until all you can do is worship a man like me."

"GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMMMPH!"

The intensity of their sucking reached a fever pitch. They were no longer just performing; they were fighting for him, trying to swallow every ounce of his power.

The room was a cacophony of debauchery: the heavy, rhythmic "slurp... gluck... schlick" of their mouths, the frantic, wet "squelch... squelch" of their fingers in their dripping vulvas, Mike’s deep, commanding grunts, and the high, uninhibited screams of two women who had completely abandoned their old lives to become slaves to his massive, pulsing glory.

"AAAAHHHH! MMMM! HAAA AHHH!" Haruka’s voice broke into a high-pitched, desperate wail as her fingers worked faster and faster, her entire body arching in a violent, beautiful tremor of approaching, total annihilation.

The air in the studio had become a thick, pressurized chamber of pure, unbridled lust. The frantic, wet sounds of Haruka and Ellie’s mouths, the "GLUCK... SCHLIP... SLURP! " and the desperate, squelching rhythm of their fingers in their own soaking folds had reached a crescendo that felt like it might shatter the very foundation of the room.

Mike’s breathing was heavy, a rhythmic, guttural sound that signaled he was approaching the precipice. His muscles were locked, his veins bulging like thick cords across his thighs and abdomen.

He felt the pressure building deep within his loins, a volcanic force ready to erupt.

"Alright, enough! Line up!" Mike commanded, his voice a deep, thunderous roar that demanded instant obedience.

He grabbed both of them by the hair, pulling them back just enough so they were sitting side by side, facing him, their eyes wide and glazed with a hunger that bordered on insanity. "Line up right in front of it!"

"I’m about to unleash a goddamn flood, and you two are going to catch every single drop!"

Haruka and Ellie, trembling and panting, obeyed instantly. They sat there, their faces flushed, their lips glistening with his pre-cum, staring up at the massive, pulsing monolith that stood before them.

"Haaaah... mmm... please, Mike... please!" Haruka whimpered, her fingers still twitching rhythmically against her dripping clit.

"Ah! Yes! Give it to us!" Ellie cried out, her head tossing back, her eyes locked on the head of his cock.

Mike didn’t wait. He reached down, his massive, calloused hand wrapping around the thick shaft. He began to stroke himself with a violent, lightning-fast intensity.

"SCHLICK! SCHLICK! SCHLICK!" The sound of his hand sliding up and down the heated, wet skin was loud and aggressive, a rhythmic slapping that echoed through the silent, expectant room.

"Here it comes!" Mike growled, his eyes darkening as his hips began to buck uncontrollably. "Get ready, you thirsty bitches! Here it comes!"

"MMMPH! AHHH!" The women let out a synchronized, high-pitched scream of anticipation.

Then, it happened. With a guttural, soul-shaking roar, "RRRRRGHHHH! FUCK!" Mike’s body convulsed. A massive, violent jet of thick, pearly white semen erupted from the tip of his cock.

SPLUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

It didn’t just leak; it sprayed with the force of a pressurized hose.

SPLUT! SPLAT! SHHHH!

The first heavy, hot ropes of semen slammed into Haruka’s cheek and forehead, while another thick stream caught Ellie square in the eye and across her lips. They both gasped, the sudden, hot impact sending jolts of electricity through their senses.

"AHHH! OH GOD! " Haruka screamed, her head snapping back as the warm, viscous fluid coated her skin.

"MMMM! YES! AHHH!" Ellie moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the heat of him washing over her face.

As the deluge continued, the two women didn’t pull away. Instead, they acted on a primal, desperate instinct.

They both raised their hands, cupping their palms beneath the spraying tip of his cock, catching the heavy, warm streams of his essence.

"Slop... splat... schlick..." The sound of the semen hitting their palms and their skin was incredibly wet and heavy.

They didn’t waste a single second. Haruka brought her cupped hands to her mouth, lapping up the thick, salty cream with a frantic, animalistic hunger.

"Slurp... mmm... gluck... mmm!" She swallowed greedily, her eyes rolling back in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Beside her, Ellie was doing the same, her fingers and palms coated in his seed, which she then licked clean with long, sweeping strokes of her tongue. "Lllp... mmmph... ahhh!"

They were drinking him in, worshipping the very liquid that had just been violently expelled from his body, treating it like the most precious nectar on earth.

And the most incredible part? Even after the massive, earth-shaking unleash, Mike’s cock didn’t shrink.

It remained a towering, massive, and still throbbing beast, the head still weeping a few stray droplets of white, standing proud and dominant in the center of their worship.

Mike sat there, gasping for air, a look of supreme, godlike satisfaction on his face. He watched them lap up his essence, their faces smeared with his seed, their eyes filled with a devotion that no man like Ren or Stanley could ever hope to inspire.

"That’s it..." Mike chuckled, his voice low and vibrating with triumph. "Drink it all."

"Every fucking drop. You earned it."

The room was silent for a moment, save for the heavy breathing of the three of them and the soft, wet sounds of the women cleaning themselves, a scene of absolute, beautiful, and shameless debauchery.