My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 321: 321. A Good Load Unleashed Inside Haruka... Now Ellie Laying On Her**

The intensity in the room had transcended mere sex; it had become a fever dream of friction and sound. Mike was operating at a level of pure, unbridled ferocity, his thrusts becoming so rapid and so heavy that the entire bed seemed to groan under the rhythmic assault.

He was no longer just fucking Haruka; he was trying to conquer her, his massive hips slamming into her glutes with a sound like a wet drumbeat.

THWACK SLOP! THWACK SLOP! THWACK SLOP!

Haruka was a wreck of pure sensation. Her fingers were buried deep in the mattress, her knuckles white, as her body was tossed back and forth by the sheer momentum of his lunges.

Her screams had lost all structure, dissolving into a continuous, high-pitched, melodic wail of ecstasy.

"AAAAAHHHH! MIKE! MIKE! MIKE! OH GOD, IT’S TOO FAST! AHHHH! YES! HARDER! BREAK ME! AHHHHHH!"

On the edge of the bed, Ellie was no longer just a spectator. The sight of Mike’s rippling, sweat-slicked back and the way he was absolutely ravaging Haruka had sent her own arousal into a violent overdrive.

She had the phone propped up, but her hand had abandoned all pretense of being a calm observer. Her fingers were buried deep inside her own soaking, swollen slit, working with a frantic, desperate speed that matched the tempo of Mike’s thrusts.

Squish... squelch... squish... squelch...

"Oh god... oh god... look at him..." Ellie whimpered, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps.

Her eyes were fixed on the point where Mike’s thick, dark shaft disappeared into Haruka’s trembling folds. "He’s so fucking huge... he’s stretching her so wide... AHHH! Mmmph!"

The vicarious pleasure was becoming too much for Ellie to bear from a distance. Driven by a primal need to be part of the carnage, she crawled across the mattress, her own body slick with sweat and her own juices.

She moved like a predator, her eyes locked on Mike’s face, which was twisted in a mask of intense, focused lust.

She reached him, her hands sliding up his muscular, damp thighs, her chest pressing against his side as she climbed into his line of sight.

"Mike... let me... let me taste you..." Ellie breathed, her voice a low, needy growl.

She didn’t wait for an answer. She lunged upward, her lips crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Mike, caught in the heat of the moment, didn’t pull away; instead, he leaned into her, his mouth devouring hers even as his lower body continued its brutal, relentless pounding into Haruka.

The dynamic shifted instantly into something even more chaotic and overwhelming. Mike was now the center of a dual assault.

He was dominating Haruka from behind with a savage, rhythmic violence while simultaneously pinning Ellie’s face to his, his tongue tangling with hers in a messy, spit-slicked battle of mouths.

"Mmmph... mwah... schlick... mmmph!"

The sounds were a dizzying blend of the wet, slapping impact of his hips against Haruka’s—"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"—and the frantic, wet noises of the kiss between him and Ellie.

"YES! DO IT! TAKE US BOTH!" Haruka screamed into the pillow, her voice muffled but still piercingly loud, her hips bucking wildly to meet every single one of his devastating lunges. "DON’T STOP! PLEASE DON’T STOP RUINING ME~!"

Mike let out a muffled, triumphant roar against Ellie’s lips, a sound of pure, masculine dominance. He increased the speed even further, his thrusts becoming a blur of motion.

He was a machine of meat and muscle, a force of nature that was currently tearing through two women at once.

"AHHHHH! MIKE! YOU’RE KILLING US! AHHHHHH!" Ellie cried out into the kiss, her voice vibrating against his lips as she felt the sheer power of his thrusts shaking both of them.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and the sound of pure, unadulterated madness. The rhythmic "THWACK SLOP! THWACK SLOP!" of his cock entering Haruka, the frantic "squelch" of Ellie’s self-pleasure, and the desperate, soaring screams of both women created a symphony of carnal hunger.

They were all teetering on the very precipice of total annihilation, the tension so tight it felt as if the entire room might explode from the sheer pressure of their unfulfilled, mounting lust.

The tension in the studio had reached a breaking point where the air itself felt heavy, almost liquid, saturated with the scent of musk and the deafening, rhythmic violence of Mike’s assault. The tempo had become a frantic, blurring madness a relentless, punishing barrage that left no room for breath, only for pure, animalistic sensation.

Mike’s eyes were bloodshot, his vision tunneling until all he could see was the sweat slicked skin of the two women he was currently destroying. He felt it the massive, tectonic shift in his loins, the unmistakable surge of a volcanic eruption that was about to breach the surface.

"HERE IT COMES! HARUKA! TAKE IT! TAKE EVERY FUCKING BIT!" Mike roared, his voice a guttural, primal thunder that seemed to vibrate the very bones of the women beneath him.

With one final, soul shattering lunge that buried his massive, pulsing shaft so deep it felt as if he were hitting her very heart, Mike’s entire body locked. His muscles corded like steel cables, his back arched with such force it looked painful, and then the deluge began.

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

It was a violent, unending torrent. A massive, hot flood of thick, creamy semen erupted from him, pumping into Haruka’s womb with the force of a high pressure hose.

The sheer volume was staggering, a relentless tide of masculine essence that filled her to the absolute brim.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Haruka’s scream was a long, piercing, high pitched wail of pure, unadulterated overload.

The sensation of being filled so rapidly, so forcefully, was so intense that her nervous system simply flickered. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw went slack, and for a terrifying, breathless second, she went limp a momentary blackout as her brain struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the pleasure.

She hovered on the edge of unconsciousness, her body twitching in the aftershock, before her eyes slowly blinked open, glazed and unfocused. She felt heavy, bloated, and incredibly warm, a sensation of being utterly, completely "full" that made her whimper in a dazed, blissful stupor.

As Mike finally began to withdraw, the pressure release was spectacular.

SLIIIIIIIIIIIP... PLOP... SPLAT!

As his massive cock slid out of her swollen, overstretched folds, the sheer volume of the semen he had deposited had nowhere to go but out. A thick, white, frothy explosion of his release burst from Haruka’s pussy, spraying across the mattress and her thighs in a messy, glistening deluge.

"Oh my god..." Ellie breathed, pulling back from the kiss, her eyes wide with genuine, breathless awe.

She watched the way the semen cascaded out of Haruka, a sight so primal and excessive it made her own core throb with renewed hunger. "Look at that... he really did fill you up completely, Haruka... you’re overflowing..."

Mike let out a heavy, triumphant huff of breath, his chest heaving as he looked down at the wreckage he had made. But he wasn’t done.

The predator was merely reloading.

Seeing the opportunity, Ellie didn’t hesitate. Driven by a manic, vicarious lust, she crawled over Haruka’s trembling, spent body.

She moved with a predatory grace, settling herself right on top of Haruka’s back, her weight pressing the exhausted girl further into the mattress.

Then, with a wicked, knowing grin directed at Mike, Ellie reached down between her own legs. She hooked her fingers into her own soaking, swollen slit and pulled it wide, presenting her dripping, pink vulva directly to him.

"Don’t stop now, Mike," Ellie purred, her voice a low, sultry command as she arched her back, her legs raised high to offer him the perfect, unobstructed view. "She’s had her turn... but I’m still starving."

"Come and get me."

Mike threw his head back and let out a loud, booming laugh a sound of pure, dominant satisfaction. He loved the chaos, loved the hunger in their eyes, and loved the way they were practically begging to be broken again.

"You think you can handle it after that?!" Mike teased, his eyes darkening as he looked at Ellie’s inviting, wide open pussy.

He loomed over them both, a titan of flesh and muscle, ready to descend once more.

Haruka, still dazed and panting from her near blackout, could only let out a weak, needy moan from beneath Ellie, her hips twitching reflexively as she watched the shadow of Mike’s massive cock descend toward Ellie’s waiting, gaping entrance.

"Mmmph... yes... please... more..." Haruka whimpered, her voice a mere shadow of its former self, as the studio filled once more with the anticipation of the next violent, beautiful collision.