My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 320: 320. Doggystyle Is The Best Style For This Japanese Girl!**

The silence in the studio was thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged, synchronized breathing of the three lovers and the rhythmic, wet "drip... drip... splat..." of Mike’s massive release leaking from Ellie’s overfilled, trembling entrance.

Ellie lay there, a beautiful, wrecked masterpiece, her eyes slowly fluttering open, glazed and swimming with a dazed, post-orgasmic fog. Her heart-shaped eyes, though dimmed by the sheer intensity of her blackout, slowly drifted toward Haruka.

A weak, delirious, but incredibly predatory smirk spread across Ellie’s lips. She looked at Haruka, who was still trembling, clutching the phone with white-knuckled hands, her own body a mess of unfulfilled longing.

"Haruka..." Ellie rasped, her voice a broken, sultry whisper that sent a fresh jolt of electricity through the air. "Look at me... look at what he did to me... It’s your turn now... don’t make him wait... he’s hungry..."

Mike, hearing the invitation, let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through Ellie’s entire frame. He began to move, but not with the violent ferocity of before.

He moved with a slow, agonizingly deliberate tension. He gripped Ellie’s hips, his large, calloused hands anchoring her to the bed, and began to pull himself out.

SLIIIIIIIIIIIP... SCHLICK... PLOP...

The sound of his massive, engorged cock sliding out of her soaking, swollen folds was incredibly loud in the quiet room. As he withdrew, the vacuum created by his exit caused a small, wet gush of his thick, creamy semen to spill out of Ellie, coating her inner thighs in a glistening, white sheen.

His cock, still huge, angry, and pulsing with the remnants of his climax, emerged fully dripping, red veined, and intimidatingly large.

"Mmmpphh... oh god..." Ellie moaned, her hips twitching reflexively as the sudden loss of his heat left her feeling strangely empty, even as she felt the warmth of his seed sliding down her skin.

Mike turned his gaze toward Haruka, his eyes burning with a renewed, predatory hunger. He wasn’t done; far from it. He reached out a hand toward her.

"Give it to her, Haruka," Mike commanded, his voice a deep, commanding rumble. "Give the phone to Ellie."

"If we’re going to do this, I want her to see exactly what you look like when you’re being broken."

"I want her to see the look on your face when you realize how much bigger it feels inside you."

Haruka, acting almost on instinct, her mind completely hijacked by lust, handed the smartphone to Ellie. Her hands were shaking so badly she almost dropped it, but Ellie caught it with a triumphant, sleepy grin, positioning the camera to capture the next act.

"Go on, Haruka," Ellie whispered from the bed, her eyes gleaming. "Show him."

"Show us all."

Mike didn’t wait. He moved toward Haruka with the grace of a stalking panther.

"Now," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low register. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Position that pretty little pussy for me."

"I want you in doggystyle, and I want to see every inch of you arching for me."

Haruka let out a shaky, high-pitched whimper, her breath hitching in her throat. "D-doggystyle? Yes... yes, Mike... anything..."

She scrambled onto the bed, her movements clumsy and frantic with need. She planted her hands on the mattress and arched her back, pushing her hips high into the air, presenting her soaking, trembling vulva directly toward him.

The sight was devastating. Her pussy was already weeping, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musk of the room.

She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and pleading, her tongue lolling out slightly in anticipation.

Mike loomed over her, his massive, glistening cock hovering just inches away from her entrance. He didn’t thrust.

He didn’t plunge in. Instead, he began to rub the broad, wet head of his shaft against her sensitive, swollen clitoris, teasing her, driving her to the brink of madness without giving her the relief she craved.

Schlick... schlick... schlick...

"OH! OH GOD! MIKE!" Haruka screamed, her head tossing from side to side as the friction sent lightning bolts through her nervous system. "Please! Don’t tease me!"

"Just... just put it in! AHHHH!"

"Not yet," Mike growled, a wicked, dominant smirk crossing his face as he looked into the camera lens, ensuring Ellie was getting the perfect shot of Haruka’s desperate, arched body. "You’re going to wait."

"You’re going to beg for it."

"You’re going to feel every single millimeter of me, but only when I say you’re ready to be ruined."

The studio was filled with the sounds of Haruka’s desperate, high-pitched moans and the wet, rhythmic "schlick... schlick..." of Mike’s teasing, as Ellie watched through the screen, her own body vibrating with the vicarious thrill of the impending carnage.

Mike saw the desperation in Haruka’s eyes, the way her hips were twitching and her pussy was practically weeping in a frantic attempt to catch him. He decided he had teased her enough.

The predator was done playing; now, he was going to feast.

Without a single word of warning, Mike lunged forward. He didn’t ease in; he drove his massive, engorged cock into her with a single, violent, and unapologetic thrust.

THWACK SLOP!

The impact was so sudden and so deep that Haruka’s entire body jolted as if she’d been struck by lightning. The sheer force of his entry, the sensation of being stretched to her absolute limit by that monstrous shaft, was too much for her trembling limbs to handle.

Her arms buckled, her knees gave way, and with a startled, choked gasp, her entire body collapsed forward onto the mattress.

"AHHHHHH HNNNGH!" Haruka’s scream was a mix of shock, terror, and overwhelming, soul-crushing pleasure.

Mike didn’t let her rest. As she fell, he used his superior strength to lean over her, his massive, muscular chest slamming against her back, pinning her down.

He was a heavy, warm weight, crushing her into the bed as he began to move. He didn’t start slow; he immediately went into a punishing, high-velocity rhythm, his hips hammering against her backside with the force of a sledgehammer.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP! SQUELCH!

The sound was visceral: the wet, heavy slapping of his pelvis against her glutes and the squelching of their combined juices being churned into a frothy lather by the sheer speed of his thrusts.

"OH GOD! OH MY GOD! MIKE! IT’S TOO MUCH! IT’S SO DEEP! AHHHHHH!" Haruka’s voice was a frantic, high-pitched wail.

Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust; her eyes were rolled back, her mouth hung open, and her cheeks were flushed a deep, burning crimson. She was completely undone, her mind dissolving into a chaotic soup of sensation.

Mike was relentless. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, anchoring her so he could pound into her even harder.

He was driving her into the mattress, his thrusts so powerful they made her entire body bounce and shudder with every hit.

"LOOK AT HER, ELLIE!" Mike roared, his voice thick with lust as he looked toward the camera. "LOOK AT HOW SHE BREAKS!"

"SHE CAN’T EVEN STAND! SHE’S NOTHING BUT A TOY FOR ME!"

"YES! YES! LOOK AT HER!" Ellie cheered from the side, her voice a raspy, excited trill as she held the phone steady, capturing the brutal, beautiful sight of Haruka being absolutely ravaged.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!

The tempo increased. Mike was no longer just fucking her; he was trying to drive himself through her.

Each lunge was deeper, more violent, hitting her cervix with a heavy "thud" that made Haruka’s entire frame convulse.

"M-MIKE! AHHH! PLEASE! YOU’RE... YOU’RE HITTING SOMETHING! AHHHH!"

"IT FEELS SO GOOD! MOREEE~! BREAK ME~! AHHHHHHH!" Haruka’s screams were becoming more rhythmic, timed perfectly to the punishing cadence of his hips.

Her head was thrashing against the pillow, her hair a wild mess, as she succumbed to the sheer, overwhelming power of his assault.

The studio was a cacophony of carnal madness. The heavy, rhythmic "SLAP... SQUELCH... SLAP..." of their bodies colliding, the deep, guttural grunts of Mike as he exerted his dominance, and the piercing, frantic screams of Haruka as she was driven closer and closer to the edge of a total, mind-shattering climax.

Mike’s muscles were corded and glistening with sweat, his breath coming in hot, heavy bursts against the nape of her neck. He was a machine of pure, unbridled lust, and Haruka was the perfect, willing victim, her body vibrating under him, her pussy clenching and unclenching around him in a desperate, rhythmic dance of pleasure that promised an explosion of epic proportions.