My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 319: 319. Letting Out A Massive Flood Inside Ellie’s Womb!**

The rhythm of the room had shifted from frantic desperation to a heavy, punishing, and primal tempo. Mike was no longer just fucking Ellie; he was colonizing her. Every thrust was a violent, seismic event that sent tremors through the entire mattress.

He was driving himself into her with a terrifying amount of force, his hips colliding with hers with a sound like a wet whip cracking against skin.

THWACK... SLOP... THWACK... SLOP... SQUELCH!

Ellie, driven by an insatiable hunger that seemed to defy human limits, had reacted instinctively to his ferocity. She had hooked her powerful, trembling legs around his thick waist, locking her ankles tightly behind his back.

This leg lock pulled him even deeper, forcing his massive, heavy pelvis to grind ruthlessly against her clitoris with every lunge. She wasn’t just receiving the pleasure; she was actively trying to swallow him whole.

"Nnngh... YES! MOREAAAGHHHH! DEEPER! TEAR ME APART!" Ellie screamed, her voice a ragged, breathless melody of pure madness.

In the heat of the moment, she reached up, her fingers tangling in Mike’s hair, and pulled his face down to hers. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, messy kiss.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a collision of tongues and teeth, fueled by the scent of sweat and arousal. The sound of their wet, slapping kisses, "mwah... schlick... mmmph...," mingled with the brutal, rhythmic pounding of their bodies.

Mike groaned into her mouth, a deep, guttural sound of pure, animalistic satisfaction. He tasted the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her desperation, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her tan skin as he anchored her for the next devastating thrust.

A few feet away, Haruka was a portrait of exquisite, voyeuristic agony. She was still holding the phone, her eyes glued to the screen, capturing every glistening detail of Mike’s rippling back muscles and the way Ellie’s body bucked under his weight.

But she wasn’t just watching anymore; she was a participant in her own torment.

Her free hand had disappeared between her own thighs, her fingers working frantically, mimicking the rhythm she saw on the screen. "Squelch... squish... mmm..."

"Oh god... oh god... look at him..." Haruka whimpered, her voice a shaky, high-pitched tremor.

Her eyes were wide, dilated to the point of being almost entirely black, reflecting the frantic motion of the couple before her. "He’s so big... he’s stretching her so much... AHH! Mmmph!"

As Mike delivered a particularly violent, deep lunge that made Ellie’s eyes roll back and her entire body go rigid, Haruka let out a sharp, strangled moan. She began to rub herself with a desperate, uncoordinated speed, her hips jerking in time with Mike’s thrusts.

She was a mess of self-induced friction and visual stimulation, her own juices making a soft, wet "slap slap slap" sound against her palm.

"Hurry... please... Mike, hurry..." she whispered to the camera, her breath fogging the lens. "I can’t... I can’t wait... I need to feel him... I need to be the one he ruins next..."

"AHHH! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!"

The studio was a symphony of uninhibited, carnal noise. The heavy, rhythmic "THWACK... SLOP... THWACK..." of Mike and Ellie’s union provided the bass, while Ellie’s ecstatic, high-pitched screams and Haruka’s desperate, whimpering moans provided the melody.

SLAP... SQUELCH... SLAP... SQUELCH!

Mike looked up from the kiss, his face slick with sweat, his eyes burning with a dark, predatory fire. He saw Haruka’s trembling hand, saw the way her eyes were fixed on him with a hunger that bordered on starvation.

He gave her a slow, wicked smirk, a silent promise that her turn was coming and that it would be even more brutal than what she was witnessing.

"Watch, Haruka! "Mike roared, his voice a commanding thunder that made her jump. "Watch how she takes every inch!"

"Watch how she begs for it! Because soon, you’ll be the one screaming my name!"

"AAAAHHHH! YES! YES! MIKE! MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" Ellie shrieked, her legs squeezing his waist even tighter, her body a taut, vibrating instrument of pure, unadulterated lust.

They were both teetering on the absolute edge of a cliff, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating, but Mike was a master of the game. He kept the pace punishing, kept the friction intense, but he refused to let them fall into the abyss just yet.

He wanted them to suffer in this beautiful, agonizing state of near climax for as long as possible, driving them both toward a total, soul-shattering explosion.

The tension in the studio had reached a point of absolute, unbearable saturation. The air was thick, heavy with the musk of sweat, the scent of spilled fluids, and the sheer, overwhelming heat radiating from the three bodies.

Mike was no longer just fucking Ellie; he was a force of nature, a rhythmic engine of pure, unadulterated carnal power. His thrusts had become even more violent, even deeper, each one a heavy, seismic impact that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards.

THWACK! SLOP! THWACK! SLOP! SQUELCH! THWACK!

The sound was deafening, a brutal, wet percussion that echoed the frantic, dying gasps of Ellie’s breath. Her legs were clamped around his waist like a vice, her ankles locked so tight they were trembling with the effort to keep him buried as deep as possible.

Her head was tossed back, her throat arched in a long, elegant line of pure agony and ecstasy, and her mouth open in a silent, wide-eyed scream of overwhelming sensation.

"AAAAHHHHH! MIKE! IT’S TOO MUCH!"

"IT’S TOO MUCH! AHHHH! PLEASE! BREAK ME! JUST BREAK ME ALREADY!" she shrieked, her voice cracking, becoming a raw, guttural rasp.

Mike’s eyes were blown wide, his pupils nearly swallowed by the blackness of his intense arousal. He could feel the tidal wave building deep within his loins, the pressure in his cock becoming an explosive, pulsing force that demanded release.

He felt the walls of Ellie’s womb twitching and clamping around him, milking him, begging for the deluge.

"You want it?!" Mike roared, his voice a primal, terrifying sound that seemed to shake the very air. "You want the flood?!"

"HERE IT COMES! TAKE IT ALL, ELLIE! TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP!"

He delivered a final, devastating series of lunges, each one faster and more punishing than the last.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He was slamming into her with everything he had, his muscles corded and straining, his veins bulging like thick ropes under his tan skin.

Then, with a final, earth-shattering thrust that buried him to the very hilt, Mike’s body went rigid. His entire frame convulsed, his back arching so sharply it looked as if it might snap.

"HNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH AAAAHHHHHH!"

The release was not a mere spurt; it was a volcanic eruption. A massive, hot, and endless torrent of thick, creamy semen began to pump from his cock, flooding Ellie’s womb with a force that was almost physical.

SPLURT... SCHLICK... SPLURT... SPLURT... SHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It felt like a hot river was being forced into her, filling her up, stretching her from the inside out. The sheer volume of his release was staggering, a torrential flood of pure, masculine essence that seemed to have no end.

"OH! OH MY GOD! MIKE! IT’S... IT’S SO HOT! IT’S FILLING ME! AHHHHHHH!" Ellie’s scream reached a pitch that was almost supernatural, a high, piercing wail of total, soul-shattering climax.

As the final, powerful pulses of his ejaculation hammered into her, the sheer intensity of the sensation—the combination of the deep, rhythmic pounding and the overwhelming, hot flood inside her—was too much for her nervous system to handle.

Her eyes rolled back completely, her body went limp for a terrifying, breathless second, and she actually blacked out, her consciousness momentarily extinguished by the sheer magnitude of the pleasure.

"...aaaah..." Her voice died in her throat as she slumped back, her head lolling to the side, her body momentarily paralyzed in a state of total, blissful shock.

Haruka, watching through the lens of the phone, let out a choked, sobbing moan. She saw it all the way Ellie’s body shuddered and then went still, the way Mike’s massive cock continued to pulse inside her, pumping the last of his hot, thick seed into her depths.

The sight was so intense, so primal, that Haruka felt her own climax rushing toward her like a tidal wave.

"Oh god... she’s... she’s gone... she’s totally gone..." Haruka whimpered, her hand working itself into a frenzy, her eyes wide and weeping with lust. "Mike... please... my turn... let it be my turn... AHHHHHH!"

Mike finally collapsed onto Ellie, his heavy, sweating chest heaving against her limp, trembling form. He was spent, a conquered king, but his cock remained buried deep inside her, still pulsing rhythmically as the last of the flood settled within her womb.

The studio was silent for a moment, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of the three of them and the soft, wet sound of the semen slowly leaking out of Ellie’s overfilled entrance.

Drip... drip... splat...

The silence was heavy, pregnant with the aftermath of a total, uninhibited destruction of the senses. Ellie was slowly coming back to herself, her eyes fluttering open, glazed and unfocused, a dazed, beautiful smile playing on her lips as she drifted back from the abyss of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.