My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 312: 312. Ellie Used His Mouth And Even Breast! A Good Combo!**

The air in the studio was thick enough to taste, a heavy, intoxicating fog of musk, sweat, and the lingering scent of Mike’s massive release. Haruka sat slumped beside the bed, her eyes glazed and her lips still glistening with the pearly remnants of the feast she had just consumed.

But there was no time for rest; the hunger in the room had only intensified.

As soon as Haruka pulled back, Ellie erupted. She didn’t just move; she practically leaped, her body vibrating with a frantic, predatory energy.

"My turn! Mike, my turn!" Ellie cried out, her voice a high-pitched, melodic squeal of pure anticipation.

She was practically bouncing on her heels, her own soaking wet folds glistening in the dim light. "Sit back! Sit on the mattress!"

"You’ve had them worship you; now let me show you how a real woman handles this monster!"

Mike, still riding the high of his massive climax, let out a boisterous, deep-chested laugh. He leaned back, his powerful muscles rippling as he settled himself onto the mattress, his massive, still throbbing cock standing proud and defiant in the center of the bed.

"Alright, Ellie. Show me what you’ve got. Don’t hold back."

Ellie didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled onto the bed, her movements lithe and hungry.

Instead of going straight for his mouth, she positioned herself over him, her knees on either side of his thick thighs. She leaned forward, her chest heaving, and as she lowered herself, she pressed her massive, heavy breasts together with practiced, expert precision.

"Squelch... schlick... mmm!"

She squeezed her tits together, creating a tight, fleshy valley of soft, warm skin. With a wicked grin, she slid Mike’s massive, pulsing shaft right between the cleavage of her enormous breasts.

The sensation of her soft, supple skin gripping his hard, velvet-textured length was immediate and overwhelming.

"Mmmph! Fuck! Yes!" Mike groaned, his head hitting the mattress as the friction of her breasts began to work its magic.

Ellie began to slide her body up and down, her tits milking him with a rhythmic, sliding motion. "Schlick... schlick... schlick..."

The sound of her skin rubbing against his was wet and heavy, a rhythmic friction that sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core. But she wasn’t finished with the assault. While her breasts were working the shaft, she leaned her head down, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive, weeping tip of his cock.

"Slurp... mmm... lick... mmm!"

It was a devastating double attack. The broad, soft pressure of her cleavage was massaging the length of him, while the sharp, wet precision of her tongue and mouth was driving him toward a new peak.

She then opened her mouth wide, sliding her face down to swallow the head of his cock, creating a sensation of being squeezed from both sides: the soft pressure of her tits and the tight, wet vacuum of her mouth.

"GLUCK! SCHLIP! MMMMPH!"

Mike let out a loud, triumphant roar of laughter, the sound vibrating through his entire frame. "Goddamn, Ellie! You’re a fucking menace!"

He looked over at the dazed Haruka, a mocking, dominant glint in his eyes. "You see this, Haruka?"

"This is a pro move! You can’t just be a vacuum; you have to learn how to use every inch of your body to worship a man like me!"

He looked back at Ellie, his hands reaching up to squeeze her heavy breasts, helping her press them even tighter against his cock.

"I bet Stanley has never seen you like this," Mike teased, his voice dropping to a low, biting rumble. "He probably thinks you’re some delicate little flower."

"He has no fucking idea that you’re actually a hungry, desperate animal who lives to be squeezed around a cock this big!"

"AHHH! YES! HE DOESN’T KNOW! MMMM!" Ellie screamed, her voice breaking as the friction of her breasts and the suction of her mouth sent her into a frenzy.

She was working herself into a lather, her hips jerking in time with her head, her tits bouncing and squeezing him with a frantic, rhythmic intensity.

"Schlick... schlick... gluck... mmmph! AHHHH!"

The room was filled with the sounds of her intense, coordinated assault: the wet, slapping "schlick" of her breasts, the deep, vacuum-like "gluck" of her mouth, and her own high-pitched, uninhibited screams of ecstasy.

She was a whirlwind of sensation, a master of debauchery, proving to Mike and to the absent, oblivious men that she was a woman who knew exactly how to claim her prize.

The intensity in the studio had reached a fever pitch, a state of pure, unadulterated sensory overload. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of musk and the frantic, humid heat of three bodies pushed to their absolute limits.

Ellie was a force of nature, her movements becoming increasingly violent and uninhibited as she pushed the boundaries of her assault.

She was no longer just performing a titjob; she was waging war on Mike’s senses. Her massive breasts were squeezed so tightly around his thick, throbbing shaft that the skin was flushed a deep, hot pink.

The friction was intense, a wet, slapping sound that filled the room like a rhythmic drumbeat.

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

She was moving with a frantic, desperate speed, her hips jerking in a wild, uncoordinated dance of lust. As she slid her body up and down, her cleavage massaged the length of him with punishing pressure, while her mouth worked the head with a predatory, vacuum-like suction.

She was alternating between deep, throat-stretching gulps and the sharp, teasing licks of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock.

"GLUCK! MMMMPH! SLURP... LLLP... AHHH!"

Mike’s head was thrown back against the mattress, his eyes squeezed shut as he surrendered to the onslaught. His hands were buried deep in the flesh of her hips, his fingers digging in as he tried to anchor himself against the sheer force of her pleasure.

"God... damn... Ellie!" he roared, his voice a guttural, broken rasp. "You’re trying to kill me!"

"You’re trying to drain every fucking drop!"

Beside them, Haruka sat in a state of stunned, breathless awe. She was still recovering from her own intense climax, her body trembling, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Ellie.

She watched the way Ellie’s massive tits moved, the way she seemed to lose all sense of shame, her face smeared with sweat and saliva as she worked herself into a frenzy.

"She’s... she’s on a whole different level," Haruka whispered to herself, her voice a tiny, shaky thread of sound.

A wave of intense, stinging envy washed over her. She had thought she was being a good girl, thought she had given him everything, but seeing Ellie see the sheer, unbridled animalism of her technique made Haruka feel like a novice.

Ellie wasn’t just serving him; she was consuming him, her entire body a weapon of pleasure designed to break him.

The tension was building to a breaking point. Mike’s breathing had turned into a series of heavy, desperate grunts.

"Hnnn... Hnnn... FUCK! IT’S COMING!"

His hips began to buck with a sudden, violent urgency, his thrusts becoming short, powerful stabs that drove his cock deep into the valley of her breasts and the back of her throat simultaneously.

"Get ready, Ellie! Open wide! Take it all!" Mike bellowed, his voice a thunderous command that shook the very air.

"AHHH! YES! GIVE IT TO ME! MMMM!" Ellie screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body arching as she felt the volcanic pressure reaching its zenith.

With a final, soul-shattering roar, "RRRRRRGGGHHHH!" Mike’s body went completely rigid. The explosion was even more violent than the first.

A massive, thick torrent of hot, pearly semen erupted from him, shooting with incredible force directly into the back of Ellie’s throat.

"SPLUT! SHHHH! SPLAT!"

Ellie didn’t flinch. She leaned into the impact, her throat working with a frantic, desperate rhythm to catch the deluge.

She was swallowing in massive, heavy gulps, her eyes wide and glazed with a terrifying, beautiful hunger.

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

The sound of her swallowing was visceral, a loud, wet, rhythmic "gluck... gluck... gluck" that echoed through the studio. She was a glutton for his essence, her throat constricting around the massive shaft as she fought to ensure not a single drop of his divine nectar was wasted.

As Mike began to slowly, agonizingly pull out, the friction of his exit sent fresh jolts of electricity through Ellie’s sensitized body. Even as the massive, thick length slid past her lips, she continued to lap at the trailing, viscous streams, her tongue working with a feverish, animalistic intensity.

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

When he finally emerged, his cock was still a towering, pulsing, and incredibly massive beast, standing proud and glistening with the remnants of his second, even more powerful release. He looked like a god of fertility, a dark, muscular monument to pure, uninhibited lust.

Ellie slumped back against the mattress, her chest heaving, her face a mask of pure, shattered ecstasy, her lips and chin coated in the thick, white evidence of her victory.

"You... you fucking beast..." Ellie gasped, her voice a ragged, breathless melody of triumph.

Mike looked down at her, a dark, predatory, and utterly satisfied smile spreading across his face. He looked over at Haruka, who was still staring in silent, humbled worship.

"See, Haruka?" Mike rumbled, his voice deep and vibrating with supreme dominance. "That’s how you do it."

"That’s how you truly own a man."