My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 316: 316. Even After Feeling It Raw Back Then... She Still Asking For A Condom?!**

The silence that followed the eruption was heavy and thick, filled only with the sound of the two women’s ragged, heaving breaths. But the silence didn’t last long.

As the initial shock of the deluge wore off, a new, even more primal hunger took hold of Ellie and Haruka. They weren’t finished; they wanted every single drop of the man they had just worshipped.

With a desperate, hungry intensity, they began to clean themselves and him.

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

Ellie leaned forward, her tongue sweeping across her own cheek to catch a thick, white rivulet of semen before it could drip onto the sheets. She let out a low, guttural moan of satisfaction as she swallowed.

"Mmm... so thick... so sweet..." She then turned her attention to Haruka’s face just to see her tongue darting out to lick the white cream from her own chin, their tongues tangling in a messy, shared tasting of Mike’s essence.

Haruka wasn’t far behind. She began to lap at her own breasts, her tongue working frantically to clean the white splashes from her skin with loud, wet, sucking sounds.

"Slurp... schlip... ahhh..." She then moved her head down, her mouth finding the base of Mike’s cock, where the semen had pooled in the creases of his skin.

She began to suck the remaining fluid off him with a voracious, rhythmic intensity. "GLUCK... GLUCK... MMMMPH!"

Mike watched them from above, his chest still heaving, a dark, predatory satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He felt the cooling sensation of the semen on his skin, but the friction of their tongues and the warmth of their mouths were already reigniting the fire in his loins.

His cock, still slick and glistening with their combined fluids, began to stir and swell once more, pulsing with a renewed, aggressive life.

With a low, powerful grunt, Mike pushed himself up from the mattress. His massive, muscular frame loomed over them like a titan, his shadow engulfing their smaller forms.

He stood up, his heavy thighs tensing, his cock standing tall and angry, pointing directly at them, dripping a slow, rhythmic "drip... drip..." of mixed fluids.

"Don’t think you’re done yet, you little gluttons," Mike growled, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble that seemed to command the very air.

He looked down at them, his gaze heavy with a promise of even more intense pleasure. "The feast isn’t over."

"This monster is already hungry for more, and it’s looking to ruin you both."

Ellie, seeing the renewed state of his massive shaft, let out a sharp, piercing scream of pure, unadulterated excitement. "AAAAHHHH! YES! YES, MIKE! RUIN US! TEAR US APART!"

She scrambled to her knees, her eyes wide and manic, her hands reaching out to grasp his muscular thighs, her body trembling with anticipation.

Haruka, however, looked up at him with a slightly more hesitant, yet equally lustful, expression. She wiped a smear of white from her lip, her eyes darting from his face to the throbbing, angry cock hovering above her.

"Mike..." she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and a sudden, flickering thought of propriety. "Wait... are you... are you going to wear a condom?"

"Just... just for Ellie?" She looked at Ellie, then back at him, her brow furrowed in a moment of genuine, almost innocent curiosity amidst the debauchery. "Because if you’re going to go raw in me after... after all this..."

The question hung in the air for a split second before Mike exploded into a thunderous, booming laugh that filled the entire studio. It was a laugh of pure, masculine amusement, a sound of absolute dominance.

"A condom?!" Mike roared, the sound echoing off the walls. "Again with this bullshit, Haruka?!"

"You think a piece of rubber is going to stop me from claiming what’s mine?"

"You think after you two just licked me clean, you want me to hold back?!"

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a dark, hilarious intensity. "You want the real thing, Haruka!"

"You want to feel every inch of this monster stretching you out!"

"You want to feel the heat of me inside you, no barriers, no excuses!"

He let out another raucous laugh, his gaze shifting to Ellie, who was practically vibrating with lust. "Ellie wants it raw, and you’re going to get it raw too!"

"We’re going to do this the real way! Total, uninhibited, messy destruction!"

"YES! RAW! GIVE IT TO US RAW!" Ellie screamed, her voice a high-pitched siren of demand.

She lunged forward, her hands grabbing his hips, pulling him toward her as she prepared to receive the first brutal, glorious thrust of his renewed hunger.

The atmosphere was electric, a volatile mix of laughter, vulgarity, and a mounting, desperate lust that promised to turn the studio into a battlefield of pleasure. The sounds of their anticipation, the frantic "ahhh!" of Ellie, the needy "mmmph" of Haruka, and the triumphant, roaring laughter of Mike created a symphony of impending, unbridled chaos.

The tension in the room was a physical force, a coiled spring of lust and adrenaline. As Mike stood there, a towering monument of dark, muscular dominance with his throbbing, unshielded cock pulsing in the air, Haruka’s hesitation hung like a thin veil of modesty over the raw, primal energy of the studio.

Ellie, however, was far beyond modesty. She was a woman possessed by the scent of Mike’s musk and the sight of his massive, weeping shaft.

She reached out, her hands still slick with the remnants of his semen gripping Haruka’s shoulders to steady her.

"Oh, stop being such a prude, Haruka!" Ellie laughed, her voice a sultry, breathless rasp.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Haruka’s ear, though her eyes never left Mike’s cock. "It’ll be alright."

"Don’t worry about the mess or the consequences."

"I’ve got those emergency pills in my bag, the good ones."

"We can take them after we’ve been absolutely destroyed by him."

Ellie turned her gaze back to Mike, her eyes darkening with a predatory hunger. She reached out, her fingers tracing the thick, heavy veins of his shaft, her touch light but possessive.

"Mmm... just feel him, Haruka."

"Feel how hot he is and how much he wants to stretch you."

"A condom is just a wall, and we don’t want any walls between us and this monster." She let out a low, needy moan as she squeezed him. "Ahhh... the raw feeling... it’s so much better."

"When he hits you deep, without anything in the way... it’s like he’s becoming a part of you."

"It’s pure, unadulterated heaven."

Haruka shivered, the words hitting her like a wave of heat. She looked at Mike, seeing the raw, unbridled masculinity in his eyes, the way he looked at them like they were prey meant to be devoured.

Her breath hitched, a small, shaky "Hnnn..." escaping her lips.

As she looked at his massive cock, a memory flashed through her mind, not one of fear, but of a dark, overwhelming surrender. She remembered the night in her own apartment, the sheer, terrifying, and ultimately intoxicating sensation of being taken without warning, of being filled so completely that she felt she might break.

That night, the lack of control, the raw, skin-on-skin friction of a man claiming her, had changed something deep inside her soul.

A slow, sultry smile began to spread across Haruka’s face, replacing her hesitation with a dark, awakened lust. She realized that she didn’t want the safety of a condom; she wanted the beautiful, messy chaos of Mike.

"You’re right..." Haruka whispered, her voice growing steadier, more certain.

She reached up, her fingers trembling as she wiped the last of the semen from her chin, her eyes locking onto Mike’s. "I remember... how it felt... to just let go."

"To let someone take everything. To feel that heat... inside..."

She let out a long, shaky exhale, her hips giving a small, instinctive twitch against the mattress. "Yes... no more barriers."

"If we’re going to do this, let’s do it right."

"Let’s feel every single drop of him."

"Let’s take it all, raw and heavy!"

"AAAAHHHH! YES! THAT’S MY BESTIE!" Ellie screamed, her voice a triumphant, high-pitched trill of joy.

She lunged forward, her hands sliding down Mike’s muscular glutes, pulling him closer to her soaking-wet heat. "Tell him, Haruka!"

"Tell him you want him to ruin you!"

Mike let out a roar of approval, a sound of pure, masculine victory. "That’s my bitch!"

"That’s the spirit!" he bellowed, his voice a deep, vibrating thunder. "No more playing around! No more holding back!"

"You want the real Mike? You’re about to get it!"