My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 323: 323. Carrying Haruka While Thrusting With Full Force and Speed!**

The air in the studio was thick enough to taste a heavy, intoxicating cocktail of salt, musk, and the overwhelming scent of spilled seed. Mike lay there for a moment, his massive chest heaving like a bellows, his skin glistening under the studio lights.

He pulled back slightly from Ellie, looking down at her. Her face was a beautiful wreck; her eyes were hooded and glazed, her lips were swollen and wet from their frantic kissing, and her cheeks were flushed with a feverish, post-climax glow that only served to make her look even more ravenous.

He saw the hunger still burning in her eyes, the way her hips were still twitching rhythmically against the mattress, desperate for the friction to return.

"You think you’re done, Ellie?" Mike teased, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that sent a fresh shiver down her spine. "You think you can just lie there after what we just did?"

"Never..." Ellie whimpered, her voice a raspy, needy thread of sound. "Don’t you dare stop, Mike... please..."

Mike grinned, a predatory, dominant flash of teeth. He wasn’t finished with the carnage yet. His eyes shifted to Haruka, who was still lying beneath Ellie, looking like a broken, beautiful doll.

She was panting, her chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic movements as she tried to process the sheer magnitude of the pleasure she had just endured.

Without breaking eye contact with Ellie, Mike reached down. His large, calloused hand found Haruka’s wrist.

He didn’t just touch her; he gripped her with an effortless, commanding strength.

"Come here, Haruka," he commanded. "Get up here. I want to see you."

With a single, powerful tug, Mike hauled Haruka upward. He didn’t just pull her arm; he moved her entire body as if she weighed nothing whatsoever.

Haruka let out a soft, startled "Eep!" as she was lifted from her dazed state, her limbs feeling heavy and uncoordinated. Mike maneuvered her with practiced ease, pulling her up so she was straddling his lap, her body positioned directly in front of his face.

As he pulled her close, he didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. He lunged forward, his mouth crashing against hers in a bruising, hungry kiss.

"Mmmppphhh! Aah!" Haruka gasped into his mouth, her hands instinctively flying to his massive shoulders to steady herself.

The kiss was primal, a desperate collision of tongues and teeth that tasted of salt and shared lust.

But the real shock came from below.

As Mike pulled her body flush against his, he didn’t wait for her to settle. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her hips, and with a sudden, violent surge of his hips, he drove his massive, still throbbing cock upward, impaling her once again.

THWACK SQUELCH!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Haruka’s scream was ripped from her lungs, muffled only slightly by the fact that Mike was currently devouring her mouth.

The sensation of being lifted and then immediately impaled was so intense, so sudden, that her entire world tilted. She felt the massive, hot length of him sliding deep into her, stretching her open just as she had thought she was finally relaxing.

Mike began to move, but he didn’t stay seated. He used his immense strength to lift her slightly off the bed with every thrust, his hips driving upward to meet her descent.

It was a punishing, vertical rhythm that forced her to cling to him for dear life.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound of their bodies colliding was even louder now, echoing in the quiet studio. Each time he hit her, her body jolted, her breasts bouncing wildly against his chest, her head thrashing as she tried to breathe between the frantic, wet kisses.

"Oh god... Mike... you’re... you’re so strong!" Haruka sobbed into the kiss, her voice a broken, melodic wail of pure ecstasy. "It feels... it feels like you’re lifting me to heaven! AHHHHH!"

Ellie, watching from the side, was practically vibrating. She reached out, her hands roaming over their sweating, interlocking bodies, her fingers tracing the line of Mike’s back and Haruka’s trembling thighs.

"Yes! Do it! Lift her up! Fuck her like she’s nothing!" Ellie cheered, her voice a manic, lustful trill.

Mike let out a low, triumphant growl, his eyes locking onto Haruka’s as he increased the tempo. He was a titan, a god of flesh, and he was currently holding the world in his hands, one woman in his mouth, and the other impaled on his massive, unyielding cock.

The rhythm was relentless, a heavy, wet, slapping cadence that promised nothing but more beautiful, soul-crushing destruction.

The studio was no longer a room; it was a temple of carnal worship, and Mike was its high priest, presiding over a ritual of sweat, friction, and absolute surrender. He had Haruka hoisted up, her legs wrapped tightly around his thick waist, her ankles locked behind his back to ensure there was no escape from the sheer, overwhelming depth of his thrusts.

Because he was holding her weight, every lunge was a feat of pure, muscular power. He wasn’t just sliding into her; he was launching himself upward, his hips slamming into her pelvic bone with a force that sounded like a rhythmic thunderclap.

THWACK! SLAP! THWACK! SLAP!

"AAAAAAHHH! MIKE! YOU’RE... YOU’RE LIFTING ME! AHHHHH!" Haruka’s voice was a ragged, beautiful mess of high-pitched shrieks and low, guttural moans.

Her head was thrown back, her hair damp and matted against her forehead, as she fought to keep her eyes open. The sensation of being impaled while suspended in mid-air was unlike anything she had ever felt; it was a terrifying, weightless ecstasy, as if she were being driven into the very heavens by a force of nature.

Mike’s grip on her was ironclad. His large hands were buried deep in the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her downward with every upward thrust to maximize the impact.

He was a machine of pure, unadulterated masculinity, his massive, dark cock working like a piston inside her, stretching her walls to their absolute limit.

"Look at her, Ellie!" Mike roared, his voice vibrating through Haruka’s very chest. "Look at how she takes it! Look at how she fucking trembles!"

"She’s beautiful... she’s perfect..." Ellie whispered, her eyes wide and hungry.

She had crawled closer, her face inches from where their bodies joined. She could see the way the skin of Haruka’s thighs was turning red from the friction and the way Mike’s massive, veiny shaft disappeared into her, disappearing completely with every punishing lunge.

"FUCK HER, MIKE! DRIVE HER INTO THE MATTRESS!"

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

The sound of their juices, a mixture of Haruka’s arousal and the remnants of Mike’s previous release, created a wet, slapping percussion that filled the room.

"OH GOD! IT’S SO DEEP! IT’S HITTING... IT’S HITTING EVERYTHING! AHHHHH!" Haruka screamed, her fingers digging so hard into Mike’s muscular shoulders that she was surely leaving bruises.

Her internal muscles were clenching around him in frantic, rhythmic spasms, trying to milk the massive, throbbing length of him, but he was too powerful, too relentless to be tamed.

Mike leaned in, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a dark, predatory fire. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was staring into her soul, watching the light of pleasure dance in her eyes as he systematically dismantled her composure.

"Don’t you dare close your eyes, Haruka!" he commanded, his breath hot and smelling of pure lust against her lips. "Watch me! Watch how much of me you’re taking!"

"I’m watching... AHHH! MIKE! YES! AHHHHHH!" Haruka’s cries became a continuous, melodic wail.

The sheer intensity of the sensation was starting to blur her vision, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of sweat, skin, and the rhythmic, heavy thud of Mike’s hips.

The tempo was increasing. Mike was no longer just thrusting; he was hammering.

His movements became a blur of motion, a frantic, desperate, and incredibly powerful assault that left no room for anything but the raw, animalistic sensation of being filled, stretched, and conquered.

THWACK SLAP! THWACK SLAP! THWACK SLAP!

The tension in the room was a physical weight, a coiled spring of unspent energy. They were all hovering on the jagged edge of a cliff, the wind of their shared desire howling around them, waiting for the moment when the final, devastating plunge would send them all tumbling into the abyss of total, soul-shattering climax.

But for now, there was only the rhythm, the heat, and the beautiful, agonizing struggle to endure the pleasure.