My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 314: 314. They’re Double Teaming Me, So I Had To Record Their Coordination!**

The atmosphere in the studio shifted from anticipation to a heavy, humid reality as the two women moved with a synchronized, predatory grace. They didn’t just approach him; they converged on him like two halves of a single, lustful entity.

They positioned themselves front to front, straddling Mike’s powerful thighs so they were facing each other, their bodies forming a tight, intimate V shape around his massive, upright cock. The sight was breathtaking: two beautiful, sweating women, their eyes locked in a shared mission of worship.

Immediately, they leaned in, their massive, heavy breasts pressing together with a forceful, fleshy "THUD... SQUISH..." to create a singular, crushing valley of soft skin. They squeezed his shaft between them with such intensity that Mike let out a sharp, guttural grunt of pure sensation.

"Mmmph... ahhh!" Ellie moaned, her eyes half closed in ecstasy as she felt the heat of his thickness.

"Hnnn... yes..." Haruka whimpered, her breath hot and ragged against his skin.

As they worked their breasts up and down the length of him, "SCHLICK... SCHLICK... SCHLICK..." they both leaned their heads down, their faces converging at the very tip of his pulsing head. The sheer hunger in their eyes was primal.

As they prepared to descend, a thick, viscous stream of saliva began to pool in their mouths, dripping heavily from their lips.

"Drip... splat... slurp..."

Strings of glistening saliva fell from their mouths, coating the sensitive, weeping glans of Mike’s cock in a thick, wet sheen. It was a messy, uninhibited display of pure, animalistic desire.

They were literally drooling over him, their mouths watering at the mere scent of his musk.

Mike sat back, his hands gripping the mattress, a wide, dominant, and utterly triumphant grin splitting his face. He looked like a king watching his subjects prepare a grand sacrifice.

He let out a deep, booming laugh that vibrated through his entire muscular frame.

"Look at you two! Look at the mess you’re making!" Mike roared, his voice thick with amusement and pride. "Drooling over me like hungry little animals!"

"That’s it! Get it all wet! Make it slick!"

He watched as their tongues began to dance around the head, their saliva creating a loud, squelching sound as they licked the tip. "SLURP... LLLP... SCHLIP... MMMM!"

But then, his expression shifted, a playful but commanding glint entering his dark eyes. He reached out, his large hands hovering near their heads, a warning in his dominant tone.

"But listen up, you two!" he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, authoritative rumble. "Don’t you go getting distracted!"

"I see the way you’re looking at each other!"

"Don’t you dare start causing any lesbian scenes in here! This isn’t a date for the two of you; this is a feast for me!"

He let out a sharp, teasing chuckle. "There’s only one cock in this room to enjoy, and it’s mine! So you better make sure you stay focused."

"Make sure you know exactly which one of you is tasting what, and which one is milking which part!"

"Don’t let your lips touch each other; let them touch me! Every lick, every suck, every drop of spit better be directed at this monster right here!"

"AHHH! YES, MIKE! WE HEAR YOU!" Ellie screamed, her voice a high-pitched, melodic trill of submission.

She redoubled her efforts, her tits squeezing even harder, the "SCHLICK SCHLICK" sound becoming faster and more frantic.

Haruka, her face flushed and her eyes wide with a mix of shame and intense arousal, nodded fervently. "We won’t... we won’t forget... mmmph... only you... only your cock... AHHH!"

She plunged her face forward, her mouth opening wide to engulf the head, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum in a wet, messy explosion of sound.

"GLUCK! SCHLIP! SLURP! MMMM!"

The studio was filled with the chaotic, erotic symphony of their worship: the heavy, rhythmic slapping of their breasts against his thighs; the wet, suction-filled sounds of their mouths; and the constant, high-pitched moans and screams of two women completely surrendered to the task of pleasing a god. Mike sat in the center of the storm, laughing and grinning, the absolute master of the beautiful, slobbering madness unfolding around him.

The studio was a cacophony of wet, rhythmic sounds and desperate, uninhibited vocalizations. The air was so thick with the scent of sex and the humidity of their breath that it felt like a physical weight. Ellie and Haruka were in a trance of pure, unadulterated lust, their bodies moving in a frantic, synchronized dance around Mike’s massive, throbbing pillar.

"SCHLICK... SCHLICK... GLUCK... MMMM!"

The sound of their breasts sliding against his skin was a heavy, slapping percussion, while the suction of their mouths created a deep, rhythmic "SLURP... SCHLIP... MMMMPH!" that echoed off the walls.

They weren’t just performing; they were lost in it, their eyes rolling back, their hips jerking in a desperate attempt to get closer to the heat of him.

"AHHH! YES! SO BIG! MMMM!" Ellie screamed, her voice cracking as she felt the sheer girth of him stretching her throat.

"Hnnn... mmm... so much... so much pleasure... AHH!" Haruka moaned, her hands clutching at Mike’s muscular thighs, her fingers digging into his tan skin as she tried to anchor herself against the waves of sensation.

In the midst of this beautiful, messy debauchery, Mike reached out with one hand, grabbing his smartphone from the mattress. He propped it up against a heavy equipment case, angling the lens perfectly to capture the glorious, slobbering spectacle of the two women worshipping his massive cock.

Haruka, momentarily lifting her head from his shaft, eyes glazed and lips glistening with a thick string of saliva, caught the glint of the lens. Her eyes widened in a flash of sudden, panicked modesty.

"Oh! Mike! Is that... are you recording?" she gasped, her face turning a frantic shade of pink.

She quickly tried to pull her hands up to cover her face, wanting to hide the sight of her messy, lust filled expression. "I look... I look so shameless! Ren shouldn’t see me like this!"

Ellie, however, let out a loud, raucous laugh that was more predatory than shy. She didn’t miss a beat, her hands still working his shaft with a rhythmic "squish squish" motion.

With one hand, she reached up and grabbed Haruka’s wrist, forcefully pulling her hands down away from her face.

"Don’t you dare hide, you little slut!" Ellie teased, her voice dripping with a wicked, playful energy.

She leaned in, her massive tits still squeezing Mike’s cock, and nudged Haruka toward the camera. "Look at the lens! If we’re going to be bad, let’s be the baddest!"

"Let’s show the world what real women do!"

Encouraged by Ellie’s fierce confidence, Haruka let out a shaky, rebellious breath. She looked into the camera, her eyes bright with a mixture of adrenaline and pure, unashamed lust.

She leaned her head next to Ellie’s, both of them posing like two goddesses of debauchery, their faces smeared with saliva and sweat, their bodies entwined around Mike’s massive cock.

"Look at us, Ren!" Haruka called out to the camera, her voice a sultry, mocking purr that sent a thrill through Mike. "While you’re sitting there being a ’good boy,’ we’re here getting absolutely wrecked by a real man!"

Ellie let out a wicked cackle, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of pre cum from the tip of Mike’s cock.

"Yeah! Your ’pure’ little girlfriend is nothing but a hungry bitch for this monster!" she yelled, her voice loud and unapologetic. "We’re not thinking about you at all! We’re too busy tasting the best thing in the world!"

Mike roared with laughter, his chest heaving, his ego soaring at the sheer, vulgar audacity of their words.

"That’s it! Tell them!" he commanded, his voice a deep, dominant rumble. "Tell them how much better this is!"

"It’s so much better!" they both screamed in unison, a chorus of beautiful, shameless defiance. "Your boyfriends could never! They’re nothing compared to Mike!"

"AHHHH! YES! MMMM!"

They dove back down onto him, their mouths slamming back onto his cock with a renewed, even more frantic intensity. "GLUCK! SCHLIP! SLURP! SCHLICK!"

The recording captured everything: the wet, slapping sounds, the frantic, high pitched moans of their ecstasy, and the sight of two beautiful women completely, unapologetically surrendered to the worship of a man who had truly conquered them. The studio was no longer just a place of sex; it was a temple of beautiful, vulgar, and utterly uninhibited passion.