My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 213 - 213: Midnight Training

Thirty minutes later, the gym was a wreck of sweat, spit, and sin.

Valentina was now pinned on the bench, back arched in a painful bow, her massive, sweat-slick tits mashed together so viciously her arms shook from the strain, veins standing out on her forearms as she fought to keep that tight, filthy tunnel for his cock.

Her chest was flushed a deep, angry red from the constant friction, skin shiny with layers of drool and pre-cum that had built up over sixty relentless minutes of Phei fucking her breasts like he was trying to break her—like he wanted to bruise the soft flesh permanently with his brutal thrusts.

He hadn’t slowed down once.

Every thrust was the same savage rhythm: hips snapping forward with a wet slap, that monstrous, veined cock tunneling through the slick, spit-drenched valley of her cleavage, thick ridges dragging over her hypersensitive skin, the fat, angry-purple crown punching out the top and straight into her open, drooling mouth like a piston.

She’d learned to time it perfectly—lips parted wide in a permanent O, tongue flat and begging, throat relaxed just enough to take the invasion without passing out—but every plunge still made her gag obscenely, her esophagus bulging visibly as the head forced its way down.

Each time he buried himself balls-deep between her tits, his heavy sack slapped the underside of her swollen mounds with a lewd, wet smack, and she gagged wetly around the head, eyes rolling back, mascara long gone in black rivers down her cheeks—tears and snot mixing with the mess on her face, turning her into a ruined, porn-perfect fuckdoll.

Her tits were swollen now, angry-red and marked with finger-shaped bruises from how hard she’d been squeezing them, nipples raw and throbbing like they’d been pinched and twisted for hours, leaking tiny beads of milk-white fluid from the fucking.

Spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched mouth with every choke, dripping down to add to the obscene lubricant coating her chest—thick globs of saliva stringing from her chin to her sternum, mixing with the pre-cum he’d been leaking the entire time.

She was a mess—hair tangled and plastered to her forehead with sweat, lips swollen to twice their size and shiny with spit, drool stringing in long, viscous ropes from her gaping mouth every time he pulled back.

But she never stopped squeezing. Never stopped offering. Never stopped moaning like a broken whore—high, desperate, animal sounds vibrating around his cock every time he filled her throat, her body begging for more even as it broke.

Phei was lost in it too. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest, mixing with everything else—salty drops landing on her raw nipples and making her jerk.

His hands braced on the wall behind her for leverage, hips pistoning without mercy, muscles flexing with every violent thrust. He’d been growling filth the whole time—calling her his perfect tit-fuck babe, his greedy little trainer, telling her how good her spasming gullet felt milking him, how her fat tits were built to be ruined by his cock.

Now his rhythm faltered. Just slightly. His cock swelled impossibly thicker between her breasts, veins pulsing visibly against her skin, the head flaring huge and obscene against her tongue, stretching her jaw to its limit.

“Fuck—gonna come,” he snarled, voice shredded raw. “Gonna fucking flood you, baby. Gonna pump your throat so full you’ll taste me for days. Open wide—wider, love.”

Valentina whimpered, pressing her tits tighter until they ached, mouth stretched as far as it would go—tongue lolling out.

The first pulse hit like a firehose.

Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat—scalding, endless jets blasting against her tonsils, too much, too fast, forcing her to gulp in panicked, sloppy swallows.

She choked hard, gulping desperately, but it kept coming. Pulse after pulse, endless, painting her tongue white, filling her mouth until it overflowed and spilled down her chin in heavy, creamy streams that splattered across her bruised tits.

Phei didn’t pull back. He held deep, grinding through her tits as he unloaded, hips jerking erratically while her throat milked him in rhythmic spasms, her lips sealed around the crown like a vacuum.

She swallowed and swallowed—throat working visibly, loud, wet gulping noises echoing in the quiet gym like the filthiest pornography—but it wasn’t enough. Cum backed up, bubbling out the sides of her stretched mouth, pouring over her lower lip and cascading down onto her chest in thick, pearly rivers that pooled between her tits and dripped off her nipples.

He came forever.

Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. Still going—rope after rope of hot, sticky seed forcing its way out, painting her face, her neck, her ruined tits in layer after layer until she was absolutely glazed, dripping, claimed.

Her tits became a glistening, obscene mess of it—thick, pearly ropes of cum splattering in heavy arcs across the swollen tops, dripping in slow, viscous trails into the deep valley between them, completely coating her raw, throbbing nipples until they glistened like they’d been dipped in glaze.

Some strands clung to the undersides, stretching and snapping with every heave of her chest, while others slid down the slick curves of her breasts in warm rivulets, pooling at the bottom and sliding over her ribs in sticky paths.

Her entire chest was utterly drenched in him—a filthy, shining sheet of semen that caught the dim gym lights like wet paint, squelching lewdly between her tits with every weak, aftershock thrust he gave as the orgasm dragged on forever.

Valentina’s eyes were glazed over, unfocused, tears streaming down her ruined face in shiny tracks that mixed with the cum already drying on her cheeks—but she was moaning—fucking moaning, like high-pitched and broken, her body trembling violently as her yet untouched pussy clenched hard in rhythmic spasms.

She came just from the sheer degradation of it—waves of pleasure crashing through her as her cunt pulsed and dripped onto the bench beneath her, soaking the leather, her hips jerking helplessly while she drowned in his load like the greedy cum sleeve she was born to be.

Finally—finally—he slowed, hips stuttering with exhaustion. One last thick spurt erupted across her outstretched tongue, coating it white, and he pulled back just enough for the final weak, pathetic pulses to stripe her swollen lips, her chin, even her neck in lazy, dripping lines—before he dragged the oversensitive, cum-smeared head through her drenched cleavage one last time, smearing the mess deeper into her skin, making her whimper as the slick friction sent aftershocks through her abused tits.

He stepped back, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening with spit and remnants of his own release.

Valentina stayed there, slumped boneless against the wall, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

Her tits were absolutely destroyed—shiny and dripping like they’d been hosed down, cum pooled thick in every curve and hollow, slow rivers of it sliding down her ribs and stomach, some even reaching the waistband of her soaked leggings.

Her mouth hung open wide, tongue lolling out obscenely, throat still working in visible swallows as she chased the last bitter drops, bubbles of thick white cum foaming at the corners of her stretched lips, a final strand connecting her tongue to her lower lip like a porn-star finish.

She looked utterly ruined—face wrecked smeared with semen; body marked and claimed in the most filthy way possible.

And completely, blissfully satisfied—her eyes half-lidded in total submission, a soft, delirious smile tugging at her cum-coated lips.

Phei smirked down at her, voice hoarse and possessive.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Covered in my cum. Filled to overflowing. Dripping from that mouth I used. Mine.”

She could only whimper in response—a pathetic, needy sound from deep in her ravaged throat—one trembling hand sliding slowly through the warm, sticky mess on her chest, smearing it in lazy circles over her nipples, rubbing it into her skin like she wanted to wear his scent, his claim, forever.

Her fingers dipped into the pool between her tits, scooping up a thick glob and bringing it to her lips, sucking it clean with a soft, greedy moan.

“I haven’t felt a thing, yet! Yours?” she finally rasped, voice cracked and raw. “Say that after you fuck me limp!”