My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 216 - 216: Valentina Rides

He watched her face—those sharp, fierce features gone soft and utterly broken. Full lips slack and drooling, dark eyes glassy and unfocused, thick brows pinched in raw disbelief and pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.

She was trying to process it, trying to breathe around the monstrous fullness splitting her open, her scar-bisected eyebrow twitching with every throb of his cock inside her.

He didn’t move. Didn’t thrust up. Just let her sit there, stuffed and shaking, letting her feel exactly how much she’d taken—and how much she still couldn’t.

Then she started to move.

A slow, experimental roll of her hips at first—testing, gasping sharply as the thick, flared head dragged along her overstuffed walls on the way up, scraping every sensitive nerve. Her eyes rolled back instantly, lashes fluttering.

“F-fuck…”

She lifted higher—thighs straining, glutes clenching into perfect, round steel—and slammed back down. Eight inches speared into her again with a wet, obscene schlick that echoed off the gym walls. Her moan cracked in half, turning into a wrecked sob.

Another bounce. Harder.

Schlick-schlick-schlick.

The sound was pure pornography—her soaked, greedy fat cunt swallowing him over and over, squelching lewdly as thick cream frothed out around the tight seal of her stretched hole, dripping in heavy rivulets down the four inches she couldn’t take, coating the exposed veined length and running over his balls in warm, sticky streams.

Each time she rose, her puffy, abused lips clung to his girth desperately, pulling outward with a wet kiss before snapping back as she dropped, the pink inner walls flashing briefly before disappearing again.

Her tits bounced wildly with every violent ride—heavy, hypnotic slaps against her ribs, nipples tracing arcs in the air. Abs clenched and released in perfect, rippling waves. Sweat flew from her skin in fine mist.

Black hair stuck to her sharp cheekbones and neck in damp strands.

She rode him like a woman possessed—no rhythm, no finesse, just raw, feral, animal need. Hips grinding in filthy circles, stirring him deep, then slamming down again and again, chasing the brutal stretch, the burning fullness, the way he owned every inch of space inside her.

On the fifth savage stroke, she came.

Hard.

Fuck, this is soooo.. ah~ humiliating… I couldn’t even hold a second… She looked in his eyes but did not find contempt she’d expected from her coming so soon but pride… like he was proud she held back this long?

Her back arched like a bow drawn for war, mouth open in a silent scream that finally shattered into a hoarse cry, pussy convulsing in brutal, milking waves around his buried length. Clear slick squirted out around his shaft in hot, messy spurts, soaking his balls, running down his ass crack, puddling beneath them on the mat.

So… she didn’t stop—couldn’t—kept fucking herself through it, thighs shaking uncontrollably, moans turning into broken, pathetic whimpers.

She had to give him her best!

“So—big—fuck—can’t—more—need—yes—cumming—again—”

Words tumbled out, fragmented and mindless, as her tongue lolled. Her thoughts were gone. Only sensation remained: full—so fucking full—stretched to breaking—burning deliciously—throbbing—alive—his pulse pounding deep against her cervix—her pulse clamping around him—cumming—again—can’t stop—don’t want to—

Another orgasm crashed through her before the first even faded, walls spasming harder, more slick gushing out in shameful floods.

Fuck… Phei. How am I cumming—

Then another.

She was sobbing openly now.

Her body moved on pure instinct—wild, violent, using his cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive, riding through wave after wave of shattering pleasure.

Phei’s hands had found her hips sometime after she’d released his wrists—she hadn’t even noticed. He didn’t guide her.

Just held on, thumbs digging deep into the hard muscle of her obliques, fingers bruising her golden skin, letting her exhaust herself on his cock.

Watching with calm from the storm of her thoughts and orgasm, dark amusement as thick, creamy white rings formed at the base where she bottomed out—her cum frothing obscenely around the eight inches she could take, coating the untouched length below in proof of how many times she’d already shattered.

Every time she rose, he saw it clearly: her pretty pussy stretched thin and red around his monstrous girth, lips puffy and glistening, clinging desperately like they never wanted to let go. Four inches still outside—thick, veined, angry, shining with her creamy release—mocking her body’s limit even as she tried to force more, hips grinding down futilely.

Inside his head, a single cool, predatory thought:

The mission said to tire her out.

Let’s see how long she lasts when she thinks she’s in charge.

It came out.

Valentina’s hands slammed down onto his chest, nails digging deep into the hard, unyielding slabs of muscle for leverage, leaving red crescents in his skin. Her thighs burned like fire, spread obscenely wide over his hips, but she didn’t give a fuck.

She was done waiting—done being teased, done being limited.

She reached back blindly, fingers wrapping around the slick, scorching base of his cock—still only eight inches buried before, the remaining four inches thick and veined, mocking her with their glistening length.

The sheer weight of it in her hand made her whimper high and needy.

She lifted her hips slowly, feeling the thick head slip free with a filthy, wet schlick—her pussy gaping open for a heartbeat, pink walls fluttering empty and desperate, a thick string of cream connecting her to him before snapping.

Then she positioned him again—angry, swollen crown nudging insistently at her soaked, swollen entrance, smearing her slick across the slit.

She pushed down.

The head met brutal resistance immediately. Her puffy lips parted wide around it, stretched thin and shiny, pink flesh straining white at the edges as the flared ridge forced its way in. She bore down harder, thighs flexing into steel cables, abs rippling in sharp, sweat-glistening waves.

A low, broken groan tore from her throat—”Nngh—fuck—”—as the crown stretched her to the brink.

Pop.

The wet, obscene sound rang loud in the empty gym as the massive head finally breached her again. Valentina’s dark eyes flew wide, full lips falling open in a silent gasp that shattered into a desperate cry—

“Ahh—Gods—!”—head tipping back, raven hair whipping across her sweat-slick shoulders. Just the tip, and she was already shaking uncontrollably.

But she didn’t stop.

She sank lower.

Inch by brutal, burning inch again.

Her stretched pussy lips clung obscenely to his girth, dragged inward with every descent like they were trying to swallow him whole, blooming outward in a lewd kiss when she lifted slightly to reset.

Thick, creamy white coated him—frothy rings of her earlier orgasms smeared down the shaft in messy layers, bubbling out around the intrusion with every push. Every thick vein caught on her fluttering inner walls; she felt them all—ridges scraping relentlessly over her G-spot, pulsing hot against her sensitive channel, sending sparks up her spine.

Wet, filthy squelching filled the air—lewd, sloppy gushes as her arousal poured out around him, dripping in heavy, creamy strands down the four inches she still couldn’t take, soaking his balls and the mat below.

One… two… three—her breath hitched sharply, drool slipping from her swollen lip as she moaned, “S-so fucking thick—”

Four… five… six—thighs trembling violently, perfect ass clenching hard, another broken cry spilling out, “Hnn—please—”

Seven… eight.

She bottomed out again—eight inches seated deep, pressed hard against her cervix with that deep, aching pressure that made her sob out loud, “F-fuck yes—” Four inches remained outside, thick and glistening brighter with her cream, taunting her mercilessly.

Phei watched from below, purple eyes dark and gleaming with raw amusement.

His hands—free now, because she’d released his wrists in her desperation without even realizing—rested lightly on her thighs. Not pushing her down. Not pulling her up.

Just feeling. Feeling the elite, sculpted muscle there quiver again and strain under golden, sweat-slick skin, veins standing out as her stamina started to crack. Thumbs traced slow, lazy, torturous circles on her inner thighs, inches from where she was stretched impossibly around him, brushing the sensitive, slick skin and making her jerk with every pass.

Valentina had popped him out to give herself the feeling of getting invaded, and who was he to refuse a beauty’s request!

But he didn’t help. Didn’t hinder.

Just let her struggle again. Let her work for every inch she’d claimed.

Let her think she was in control.

Valentina’s chest heaved, around tits rising and falling fast, nipples dark and stiff. She looked down at where they joined—saw her pretty pussy wrecked and stretched to its absolute limit around him, saw the untouched length still waiting, angry veins pulsing—and a feral, desperate growl rumbled in her throat, turning into a high, needy whine.

Then she planted her hands firmly on his chest again, nails digging deeper.

And her ass started moving.

Just her ass.

Hips still, upper body braced—she lifted those perfect, bubbly cheeks and slammed them down in rapid, violent twerking motions. Pure, filthy power.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

Her strong, round ass cheeks slapped against his pelvis with every brutal drop, the sound wet and meaty, echoing off the gym mirrors like pornographic gunshots.

Each bounce sent hypnotic ripples through the firm flesh, jiggling in perfect waves despite the muscle underneath, her pussy swallowing those same eight inches over and over with relentless, squelching precision—schlick-schlick-schlick—cream frothing thicker at the base.

She twerked on his cock like her life depended on it—fast, desperate, animalistic. Moans poured out of her nonstop now—high, broken, shameless.