My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 311: 311. Letting Haruka Doing It By Herself With Her Mouth! (She Improved!)**

The studio was thick with the heavy, musky scent of Mike’s recent explosion, a scent that seemed to act like a drug on Haruka and Ellie. They sat there, faces glistening with the pearly remnants of his semen, their eyes wide and predatory.

The massive, dark length of Mike’s cock stood before them, still incredibly turgid and pulsing, seemingly undiminished by the massive release he had just endured.

Mike leaned back, his chest still heaving, a dark, commanding glint in his eyes as he looked down at the two women. He wasn’t finished; far from it.

The sheer power of the double teaming had only stoked the fires of their lust.

"Alright, enough of the communal drinking," Mike growled, his voice a deep, gravelly command that made Haruka’s toes curl.

He reached out, his large hand cupping Haruka’s chin and tilting her face up toward him. "Haruka... you’re the one who’s been the hungriest."

"You’re the one who’s been the most desperate to learn."

He gave her chin a firm, possessive squeeze. "I want you to take it. All of it."

"By yourself. I want to see you struggle to swallow every inch of this monster until I decide you’ve had enough."

Haruka’s breath hitched, a tiny, needy sound escaping her throat. "Haaah... mmm... yes, Mike. Anything. Please!"

"Go on then," Mike teased, his voice dripping with a dominant, mocking warmth. "Show me how much you’ve learned."

"Show me that you’re not just some little girl playing dress-up. Work for it."

Haruka didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto the massive, throbbing head of his cock.

She opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching to their limit, and slid herself onto him. "GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMMMPH!"

The sensation was overwhelming. The sheer girth of him stretched her cheeks wide, her jaw aching with the effort of accommodating his massive scale.

She began to work with a frantic, desperate rhythm, her head bobbing up and down in a tireless, wet assault.

"Slurp... gluck... schlick... mmmph!"

Mike let out a long, low groan of approval, his hands finding her hair once more, not to guide her, but to feel the vibration of her throat as she worked. He wasn’t going to let her off easy.

He was going to savor this. He was going to drag out the pleasure until she was begging for the end.

"That’s it... keep going," Mike urged, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Don’t you dare slow down."

"I want to feel your throat constricting around me."

"I want to feel how much you want to swallow me whole."

He began to move his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm, thrusting just enough to hit the back of her throat, forcing her to gag and swallow in a continuous, rhythmic cycle of pleasure and struggle.

"GULP... GLUCK... MMMMPH!"

Haruka was in a trance. The taste of him, the heat of him, and the sheer, overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely were driving her to the brink of madness.

Her eyes were rolled back, her hands were gripping his thick, muscular thighs for stability, and her moans were becoming a constant, muffled soundtrack to the act.

"Mmmph! Haaaah! Ahhh! MMMM!"

Ellie sat beside her, a silent, voyeuristic goddess, her eyes fixed on Haruka’s struggle. She watched with a predatory grin, her own hand moving rhythmically between her legs, her eyes shining with a mix of envy and pride.

She was watching Haruka’s transformation, watching her become the woman Mike demanded she be.

"Look at her..." Mike muttered, a dark, triumphant chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Look at how she takes it."

"She’s a fucking animal, isn’t she, Ellie?"

"She’s beautiful," Ellie whispered, her voice a raspy, breathless melody. "She’s perfect... ahhh!"

Mike focused back on Haruka, his movements becoming slightly more intense, the friction building a slow, simmering heat. He wasn’t rushing; he was teasing the beast, letting the tension build until it was almost unbearable.

He could feel the pressure mounting again, a slow, heavy swell in his loins, but he held it back, prolonging the exquisite torture.

"SLURP! GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMMM!"

Haruka’s moans were turning into desperate, high-pitched whimpers, her jaw working overtime, her throat pulsing with every deep, wet thrust. She was pushing herself to the absolute limit, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining the intense, rhythmic suction Mike demanded.

The room was filled with the heavy, wet sounds of her devotion: the "gluck gluck gluck" of her swallowing, the "schlick" of her lips, and the frantic, echoing screams of a woman who had finally, completely, surrendered herself to the god of her own desire.

The atmosphere in the studio had transcended mere lust; it had become a heavy, suffocating ritual of worship. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, saliva, and the musky, intoxicating aroma of Mike’s essence.

Haruka was no longer just performing a blowjob; she was a woman possessed, her entire being focused on the singular, overwhelming task of consuming the massive man before her.

Her movements had become incredibly fluid, a desperate, rhythmic dance of lips and tongue. She had mastered the art of the deep throat, her jaw unhinging with a primal grace to allow the thick, pulsing shaft to slide deep into the very base of her throat.

"GLUCK... SCHLIP... GULP... MMMMPH!"

The sounds were visceral, a wet, slapping percussion that seemed to echo in the silence of the room. Every time she pulled back, her lips would stretch wide to encompass the entire circumference of his girth, creating a vacuum like suction that made Mike’s entire body shudder.

"SLURP... SCHLICK... SCHLICK... MMMM!"

Mike’s hands were buried deep in her hair, his knuckles white as he gripped her, his hips beginning to move with a more forceful, driving intent. He was no longer just letting her work; he was guiding the assault, his thrusts becoming deeper, more punishing, forcing her to accommodate him with a frantic, gasping intensity.

"That’s it... goddamn it, Haruka... take it all!" Mike growled, his voice a low, vibrating roar of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

His eyes were hooded, his face contorted in a mask of intense, dominant ecstasy. "Show me how much you want it! Show me how much you need to be filled by me!"

"AHHH! MMMM! HAAA AHHH!" Haruka’s screams were muffled by his massive length, turning into deep, vibrating moans that resonated through her entire chest.

Her eyes were rolled back, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped his muscular thighs, her body trembling with the sheer, overwhelming scale of him.

Beside them, Ellie was a portrait of rapturous observation. Her own fingers were working frantically between her legs, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes... look at her... look at how she takes him!" Ellie whispered, her voice a ragged, breathless melody of pure envy and admiration.

The tension in the room was a coiled spring, a heavy, electric pressure that felt like it was about to snap. Mike’s breathing became a series of guttural, rhythmic grunts.

"Hnnn... Hnnn... FUCK!" His hips were bucking now, his thrusts becoming violent, rapid-fire strikes that drove him deep into her throat with a terrifying, beautiful force.

"It’s coming... Haruka! Get ready! Swallow it all!"

"Don’t you fucking miss a single drop!" Mike bellowed, his voice cracking with the sheer intensity of his impending climax.

"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!" Haruka responded with a frantic, desperate speed, her throat working like a piston, her eyes wide and pleading as she felt the volcanic pressure building within him.

Then, the explosion came. With a final, earth-shaking roar, "RRRRRRGHHHH! FUCK!"

Mike’s body went rigid, his muscles locking like granite. A massive, violent torrent of thick, pearly semen erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting deep into the back of Haruka’s throat with the force of a tidal wave.

SPLUT! SPLAT! SHHHH! SPLUUUURRRTTT~!

Haruka’s eyes flew wide as the hot, viscous flood hit her. She didn’t recoil; she leaned into it.

She swallowed with a frantic, animalistic desperation, her throat working in massive, rhythmic gulps to accommodate the sheer volume of his seed.

"GULP... GULP... GULP... MMMM!"

She was drinking him in, her throat constricting around the massive shaft as she fought to swallow every heavy, salty drop. The sound of her swallowing was loud and wet, a rhythmic, desperate "gluck... gluck... gluck" that filled the room.

As Mike began the slow, agonizingly pleasurable process of pulling out, Haruka didn’t stop. Even as the massive length slid past her lips, she continued to lap at the trailing streams, her tongue working with a feverish intensity to catch the last of the overflow.

"Slurp... mmmph... ahhh!"

When he finally emerged, his cock was still a towering, throbbing, and incredibly massive beast, standing proud and glistening with the remnants of his release. Haruka slumped back for a moment, her face flushed, her lips smeared with white, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

"Haaaah... haaaah... mmm... oh god..." she whimpered, a look of pure, shattered bliss on her face.

Mike looked down at her, a dark, triumphant, and utterly dominant smile spreading across his face. He reached down, wiping a stray drop of semen from her chin with his thumb and then licking it off.

"Good girl," he rumbled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You took every bit of it."

"Just like a real woman should."

The studio was silent, save for the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the three of them, a scene of absolute, beautiful, and shameless victory.