My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 318: 318. Ellie’s The Winner! She’s Going To Get Ruined First While Haruka Records!**

The atmosphere in the studio had reached a fever pitch, a state of near combustion where the air itself felt heavy and charged with electricity. Ellie was no longer just a woman; she was a living, breathing nerve ending, a creature of pure, unbridled sensation.

Her screams had transitioned from melodic to primal, a series of jagged, high-pitched shrieks that tore through the air.

"AAAAHHHH! OH GOD! MIKE! IT’S COMING! IT’S COMING! IT’S RIGHT THERE! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH!"

Her body was a frantic mess of motion, her hips lashing against his hands with a violent, desperate rhythm. Her eyes were rolled so far back that only the whites were visible, and her entire frame was vibrating with the force of the impending explosion.

She was right on the precipice, the tension in her muscles so great she looked like she might shatter into a thousand pieces.

Mike saw it. He saw the exact moment her consciousness began to fracture, the moment her control snapped.

With a wicked, knowing grin, he suddenly yanked his fingers out of her soaking, pulsing heat.

"HNNNNG?!" Ellie’s scream was cut short, replaced by a sudden, breathless gasp as the sudden loss of pressure sent her over the edge.

SPLAAAAAAAAT! SHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The release was violent and torrential. A massive, powerful jet of clear, hot fluid erupted from her, spraying upward and outward with the force of a broken fire hydrant.

It splashed against Mike’s muscular abdomen, drenched the sheets, and even sprayed across the nearby camera lens in a glistening arc.

"AAAAHHHHHHH! YESSSSSS! OH MY GOD! AHHHHH!" Ellie wailed, her voice a long, descending siren of pure ecstasy.

Her body arched so violently her head nearly touched the mattress, her legs splayed wide and shaking uncontrollably. She was completely undone, a fountain of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

Mike didn’t give Haruka a moment to recover from the sight. Before the echoes of Ellie’s screams had even faded, he plunged his fingers back into Haruka, driving them deep and fast, hitting that sensitive, swollen spot with a brutal, unrelenting tempo.

"Mmmph! Ah! Mike! Please! Don’t... don’t stop! AHHHH!" Haruka was trying to hold on, trying to stay composed, but the sheer sensory overload was too much.

The sight of Ellie’s explosion had already primed her body, and Mike’s fingers were the final, devastating blow.

SLOP... SQUELCH... SCHLICK... SPLASH!

"Come on, Haruka!" Mike roared, his voice a dark, commanding thunder. "Show me! Show me how much you want it! Break for me!"

Haruka’s composure disintegrated in a heartbeat. A deep, guttural moan tore from her throat, a sound of absolute surrender. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH! MIKE! MIKE! MIKE!"

SPLAAAAAAT! SHHHHHHHH!

Just like Ellie, Haruka exploded. A heavy, rhythmic spray of fluid erupted from her, soaking the mattress and mingling with the remnants of Ellie’s release.

The two women were caught in a dual deluge, a chaotic, wet storm of pure, unadulterated climax.

The studio was filled with the deafening, wet sounds of their release: the "splat... splash... shhh..." of the fluids hitting the sheets, the frantic, ragged sobbing of their breaths, and the heavy, rhythmic pulsing of their bodies.

As the initial torrents subsided, the two women lay there, utterly wrecked. Their faces were masks of pure, unhinged horniness, eyes glazed and unfocused, skin flushed a deep, burning crimson.

Their mouths were hung wide open, their tongues lolling out of their lips in a state of total, blissful exhaustion, as if they no longer had the strength even to swallow.

Ellie lay with her head tossed back, a delirious, lopsided grin on her face, her chest heaving in massive, shuddering gulps of air.

"Oh... oh god... Mike... you... you monster..." she whispered, her voice a mere rasp of its former self.

Haruka was curled slightly inward, her eyes half-lidded and swimming with lust, a thin string of saliva trailing from her lolling tongue.

"So much... so much pleasure..." she whimpered, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of the squirt.

Mike stood over them, his shadow looming large and dark, a triumphant god of lust looking down upon his conquered prizes. He was panting, his own muscles corded and glistening with sweat, his massive, throbbing cock standing tall and angry, dripping with the evidence of their shared madness.

He looked at them, these two beautiful, broken, and utterly satisfied women, and he knew the real feast was only just beginning.

Mike’s laughter boomed through the studio, a deep, resonant sound of pure, masculine triumph that seemed to vibrate in the very bones of the two women. It wasn’t a mocking laugh but a roar of dominance, the sound of a predator who had successfully broken his prey.

"Look at you two," Mike chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dark, sadistic mirth as he looked down at the messy, beautiful wreckage on the bed.

He turned his gaze toward Haruka, who was still twitching from her climax. "You lost, Haruka."

"You were too slow. You let her take the prize."

Haruka let out a soft, defeated whimper, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal. "Mmm... you’re right... she was too fast..."

She looked over at Ellie, who was practically glowing, her eyes transformed into literal, shimmering hearts of pure lust as she stared up at Mike.

"Who cares?! Who cares if I won?!" Ellie shrieked, her voice a high-pitched, manic trill.

She was already reaching for him, her hands clawing at the air. "I’m ready! Mike, please! The prize! Give me the prize!"

"Put that monster inside me! NOW! PLEASEEE~! I’M BEGGING YOUUUUGGHH~!"

Mike didn’t immediately oblige. Instead, he moved with a slow, deliberate, and agonizingly sexy grace.

He crawled toward Ellie, his massive, muscular thighs brushing against her soaking wet skin with a wet "schlick... schlick..." sound.

He positioned himself directly between her splayed legs, the tip of his enormous, weeping cock hovering just inches from her entrance, teasing her with the heat and the scent of his musk.

"AAAAHHHH! YES! YES! YES!" Ellie screamed, her hips bucking upward in a desperate attempt to bridge the tiny gap. Her heart-shaped eyes were wide, fixed on the throbbing vein of his shaft.

But before he plunged in, Mike reached over to the mattress where his phone is and grabbed it. He turned to Haruka, who was watching the scene with wide, hungry eyes.

"Since you’re the loser, Haruka, you’re going to have a front-row seat," Mike commanded, his voice dropping into a low, authoritative growl.

He held the phone out to her. "Take this. Record it."

"I want you to see every inch of how I ruin her."

"I want you to capture the exact moment she breaks under me."

"Record it all so you can watch it later when you’re begging for your turn."

Haruka’s breath hitched. The idea of being a voyeur, of watching the man she craved ravishing Ellie right in front of her, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her core.

"R-record it? You want me to... watch?" She reached out with trembling hands, her fingers brushing his as she took the device.

"Yes! Watch!" Ellie commanded, her voice a desperate rasp. "Watch him fuck me, Haruka!"

"Watch how he fills me up!"

Haruka sat up slightly, her movements slow and heavy with lust, and aimed the camera. She framed the shot: Mike’s massive, dark frame looming over Ellie’s pale, trembling body and the terrifyingly large cock poised to strike.

Mike looked directly into the camera lens, his eyes locking with Haruka’s through the screen, a wicked, predatory glint in his gaze. Then, he looked down at Ellie, his expression hardening into one of pure, primal intent.

"Watch closely, Haruka," Mike growled, his voice vibrating through the phone’s microphone. "Because this is what it looks like when a man truly claims a woman."

"You’re going to watch me fuck her so hard she forgets her own name."

"You’re going to watch her scream, you’re going to watch her squirt, and you’re going to watch her beg for more!"

With a sudden, violent thrust, he drove himself home.

THWACK! SLOP! AHHHHHHHHHHH!

The sound of his entry was a wet, heavy explosion. Ellie’s scream was deafening, a long, piercing shriek of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that seemed to shake the very walls of the studio.

"OH GOD! MIKE! HE’S IN! HE’S REALLY IN! AHHHHHH! IT’S SO BIG! IT’S SO DEEP!"

Mike didn’t hold back. He began to pump into her with a brutal, rhythmic ferocity.

"SLAP... SQUELCH... SLAP... SQUELCH... SLAP... SQUELCH!" The sound of his heavy pelvis slamming against her wet folds was a constant, driving percussion.

Haruka watched through the screen, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Hnnn... oh god... it’s so big... look at her... she’s stretching so much..."

She was mesmerized, her thumb trembling on the record button as she captured the sight of Mike’s muscles rippling with every powerful, lunging thrust and Ellie’s head tossing back in a delirium of pleasure.

"LOOK AT HER, HARUKA!" Mike roared over the sound of their frantic, wet friction. "LOOK AT HOW SHE TAKES IT!"

"SHE’S LOVING EVERY SECOND OF THIS DESTRUCTION!"

"YES! YES! YES! RUIN ME! RUIN ME, MIKE! AHHHHH!" Ellie wailed, her hands gripping Mike’s biceps so hard her knuckles turned white, her body a chaotic dance of pleasure and pain under his relentless, monstrous assault.

The studio was transformed into a theater of raw, uninhibited lust, with the rhythmic "SLAP... SQUELCH... SLAP..." and the piercing, ecstatic screams of Ellie serving as the soundtrack to Haruka’s voyeuristic descent into madness.