My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 315: 315. Making A Fountain Between Their Massive-Breast! (This Shit Is Peak!)**

The air in the studio had become almost liquid, a heavy, sweltering soup of pheromones, sweat, and the intoxicating scent of Mike’s musk. The recording on the phone continued to capture the madness, but the women seemed to have forgotten the camera entirely, fueled by the sheer, adrenaline-pumping high of their shared rebellion.

They were no longer just worshipping; they were competing to see who could drive Mike to the brink of madness first. The pace shifted from rhythmic to frantic, a desperate, high-speed assault on his senses.

SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK!

The sound of their breasts slapping against his thighs and his shaft was constant, a wet, percussive beat that matched the thudding of their hearts. Ellie had taken the lead, her movements becoming more aggressive, her head bobbing with a violent, rhythmic intensity as she tried to take as much of his massive length as her throat would allow.

"GLUCK! GULP! MMMMPH! HNNN!"

She was gagging slightly, her eyes watering from the sheer depth of him, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed harder, her hands gripping his muscular quads so tightly her knuckles were white.

"He’s... he’s so thick... Haruka... help me... take it all!" she managed to choke out between deep, wet gulps.

Haruka, emboldened by Ellie’s ferocity, responded with a primal howl. She abandoned the tip and began to use her tongue to swirl around the base of his cock, her saliva creating a massive, frothy lather that coated the entire length.

She was licking him with a frantic, sweeping motion, her tongue working like a hot, wet muscle against his sensitive skin.

"SLURP... LLLP... SCHLIP... SLURP!"

"I’ve got you, Ellie! We’re going to drain him!" Haruka cried out, her voice a high-pitched, breathless rasp of pure lust.

She leaned in, her mouth working in tandem with Ellie’s, creating a vacuum of sensation that made Mike’s entire body shudder.

Mike’s head was thrown back, his eyes rolled so far back that only the whites were visible. His hands were no longer just resting; they were buried in their hair, his fingers tangling in Ellie’s damp locks and Haruka’s soft tresses, guiding them, forcing them closer, demanding more.

"YES! YES! THAT’S IT!" Mike bellowed, his voice a tectonic rumble of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Eat me! Devour me! Show me how much you fucking want it!"

The intensity reached a fever pitch. The sounds were no longer just erotic; they were visceral, almost violent. The "squelch" of their mouths, the "slap" of their skin, and the constant, escalating screams of the women created a wall of sound that felt like it could shatter the glass in the studio.

"AHHH! OH GOD! MIKE! MMMM!" Ellie’s screams were becoming more frequent, her body arching in short, sharp spasms as she felt the tremors of his impending climax.

"HNNN... YES... MORE... GIVE US MORE! AHHHH!" Haruka was practically sobbing with pleasure, her face buried against his groin, her entire being focused on the sensation of his pulsing heat.

The friction was becoming unbearable in the best possible way. The heat generated between their bodies and his was immense.

Every time they slid up and down, the sound was a loud, wet "SQUISH... SLOP... SCHLICK..." that seemed to echo the very heartbeat of the room.

"You’re doing it... you’re actually doing it..." Mike groaned, his muscles rippling and tensing like coiled steel.

He felt the pressure building in his loins, a volcanic force ready to erupt. "You’re both... fucking... incredible!"

He gripped their heads, pulling them both in for one final, massive, synchronized suction. He wanted to feel both of them at once, the heat of their mouths, the pressure of their tongues, and the crushing weight of their breasts all converging on the very tip of his cock.

"GLUCK! SLURP! MMMM! AHHHHH!"

The women responded with a final, desperate surge of energy, their movements becoming a blur of tan skin, dark hair, and glistening, wet surfaces. They were a single, heaving mass of feminine hunger, a storm of lust that was about to break the man at the center of it.

The studio was no longer a room; it was a vortex of pure, uninhibited, and beautifully vulgar ecstasy.

The tension in the studio had reached a breaking point, a physical pressure so immense it felt as if the very air might combust. Mike’s entire body was rigid, his muscles corded and straining like heavy cables under tension.

His breath came in short, jagged, predatory grunts, and his grip on their hair tightened, his knuckles turning a stark white against their scalp.

"Hold on... hold on!" Mike roared, his voice a deep, vibrating thunder that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room.

His eyes snapped open, burning with a primal, triumphant fire. "It’s coming! It’s right there!"

"Get ready! Prepare yourselves, you hungry bitches! Here it comes!"

The warning acted like a shot of pure adrenaline to the two women. Instead of pulling back, they doubled down, their desperation reaching a fever pitch.

They knew the storm was about to break, and they wanted to be right in the center of the impact.

"AHHH! YES! DO IT! GIVE IT TO US!" Ellie screamed, her voice a high-pitched, melodic trill of pure, unadulterated madness.

She pressed her breasts together with a violent, desperate force, the "SQUISH... SLAP... SCHLICK..." of her skin against his shaft becoming a frantic, rapid-fire rhythm.

Haruka was no longer even trying to be graceful. She was a whirlwind of lust, her mouth working with a vacuum-like intensity, her tongue lashing against the most sensitive parts of him.

"Mmmmph! Hnnn! Yes, Mike! Fill us! AHHHH!" she wailed, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the deluge.

The rhythm became a blur of motion. The sounds were deafening: a chaotic, wet symphony of "GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK"; the heavy "THUD" of their bodies hitting his thighs; and the constant, escalating screams of two women on the verge of a total sensory meltdown.

Then, it happened.

Mike’s body arched violently, a guttural, earth-shaking groan tearing from his throat, "RRRRRRGH... AHHHHHHH!" as the dam finally broke.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!!!

It wasn’t just a release; it was an eruption. A massive, hot, torrential fountain of thick, white semen blasted from him with the force of a pressurized hose.

SPLAAAAT! SHHHH, WISH!

The first heavy jet caught Ellie squarely in the face, a warm, viscous wave that plastered itself across her cheeks, her nose, and her eyes. She let out a startled, ecstatic shriek, "AAAAHHHHH!" as the heat of it hit her skin.

The second, even more powerful burst sprayed across Haruka, coating her forehead, her hair, and dripping down into her wide, gasping mouth. She swallowed convulsively, a desperate, needy "GULP!" escaping her as the salty, thick liquid flooded her senses.

The spray was relentless, a torrential downpour of Mike’s essence. It splattered against their breasts, mixing with the sweat and saliva to create a frothy, white lather that coated the valley between them.

It flew upward, tainting their hair, matting their locks with the heavy, pearlescent fluid. It was everywhere on their lips, in their eyes, dripping from their chins in long, thick strings.

Slop... splat... drip... schlick...

Mike continued to pulse, his body shuddering with the force of the aftershocks, sending smaller, rhythmic jets of semen dancing across their skin. He let out a long, low, exhausted groan of pure satisfaction, his head falling back as the intensity slowly began to ebb.

The studio fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the ragged, sobbing breaths of the two women and the slow, rhythmic "drip... drip... drip..." of semen falling from their hair onto the mattress.

Ellie lay there for a moment, her face a mask of white, glistening cream, her eyes blinking open to look at Haruka. She let out a breathless, delirious giggle, a sound of pure, uninhibited joy.

"Oh my god... Haruka... look at us... we’re covered in him..."

Haruka, her face equally drenched and her hair a messy, white-streaked tangle, let out a weak, shaky moan of pure bliss. "Mmm... it’s so warm... so much... so much of him..."

She reached up a trembling hand, wiping a thick glob of semen from her eye, only to smear it further across her cheek.

They looked like two beautiful, broken goddesses of lust, baptized in the essence of the man they had just spent the last hour worshipping. They were messy, they were vulgar, and they were utterly, completely satisfied.

The camera, still recording, captured every glistening detail: the way the light caught the white streaks on their skin, the heavy, satisfied lulls in their breathing, and the profound, silent bond of two women who had just shared the most intense, unholy experience of their lives.