My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 516: Outside the Gate 2(r-18)
Chapter 516: Outside the Gate 2(r-18)
She clung to him tighter—arms locked around his neck like iron bands, nails raking deep, stinging red furrows down his shoulders through the shredded shirt—as her hips began to move in earnest.
Not the frantic, slamming ride she’d beg for in minutes.
Just deep, deliberate rolls: slow, filthy circles that stirred his twelve-inch dragon inside her overstuffed cunt like she was trying to grind every thick, pulsing vein permanently into her sensitive, rippling walls forever.
Each roll dragged her swollen clit along the coarse, dark hair at his base—the fat, pearl-hard nub scraping rough, electric friction that made her thighs quake violently and her breath hitch into sharp, broken cries.
Her inner lips clung desperately to his shaft—stretching paper-thin and glossy-red on the up-roll, turning almost translucent at the edges where the skin pulled taut over his brutal girth, veins scraping fire along her ridges—then sucking back in with a loud, wet schlick on the down-roll.
Thick, creamy froth bubbled and oozed out around his base in sticky white rings, coating his heavy balls in a shining, viscous sheen.
Slick poured steadily in hot, glossy rivulets running down his sack, dripping in long, sticky strands onto the cracked leather seat, puddling beneath them in warm, obscene lakes that soaked into every seam and dripped down the sides in slow, shimmering ropes.
“Phei—fuck—yes—feel me,” she sobbed against his mouth, voice cracking into continuous, high-pitched wails.
“Your cock’s so deep—stretching me so full—every roll kisses my cervix—god—my pussy’s fluttering around the tip—milking you—only you—my little dragon—only your cock makes me this wet, this greedy—”
Phei wasn’t idle.
Never.
His hands clamped harder on her perky, medium ass—fingers sinking deep into the soft, jiggling flesh, spreading her cheeks wide so he could feel every ripple and bounce as she rolled.
He delivered sharp, wet slaps in perfect rhythm—palm cracking against one cheek, then the other—making her ass ripple outward in hypnotic waves, the sound echoing filthy and loud in the confined car like wet applause.
Each smack jolted her forward, forcing her cunt to grind down harder, walls spasming greedily around his buried length, inner folds clinging tighter, cream frothing thicker.
“Fuck—Goddess. I missed you,” he growled low, voice thick with possession and hunger.
“Rolling on my dragon like you were born to take it. Taking every brutal inch—look how you cream for me, Madam. So wet, so tight—mine. Creaming so thick it’s dripping off my balls—drenching the seat like you’re marking your claim.”
He thrust up to meet her next roll—short, brutal snaps of his hips that drove the flared crown harder against her deepest walls.
The impact punched a silent scream from her throat first—mouth gaping wide, eyes rolling back white—then a raw, shattered wail as her cervix kissed the blunt tip again with bruising, delicious force.
Ball-slap rang out wet and obscene—his heavy sack smacking her soaked ass crack, splashing her own slick back up her inner thighs in glossy arcs that dripped down to coat her twitching asshole in a shiny, obscene sheen.
Her medium teardrop tits bounced wildly against his chest—dark, bullet-hard nipples scraping his skin through the torn fabric, still red and swollen from earlier worship, areolas crinkled tight and glistening with spit.
Every upward thrust made them slap together with soft, fleshy smacks that echoed in the fogged cabin.
She arched back violently—spine bowing like a drawn bow—offering them like sacred offerings.
He latched onto one peaked bud immediately—sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks, teeth grazing the sensitive base just enough to sting before soothing with slow, sloppy tongue circles that left fresh red blooms across the creamy curves.
She screamed his name—high, euphoric—hips rolling faster now, grinding deeper, chasing the fire coiling tight in her core.
“Harder—Phei—fuck up into me—make me feel every vein—ruin your goddess—please—yes—yes—more—suck my tits while you stretch me—god—”
He obeyed without hesitation.
Hands bruising her waist now—fingers leaving deep red imprints—he yanked her down hard on every down-roll while snapping his hips upward—meeting her in savage, piston-like collisions.
Her cunt gaped slightly on each brief withdrawal: outer lips dragging outward—clinging desperately to his veined shaft like wet silk, inner folds visibly fluttering pink and creamy, thick cream strings stretching from her entrance to his shaft before snapping back with glossy pops
—then slammed back in with sucking squelches that drowned out the idling engine.
Cream frothed thicker at the base—white and bubbly, coating his balls and dripping in thick ropes down her ass crack, pooling glossy around her winking asshole.
One hand slid between them—thumb finding her throbbing clit—swollen, pearl-hard, slick and standing proud—and ground merciless circles in time with her rolls.
The rough pad dragged over the oversensitive tip, flicking the hood back and forth, pressing down hard enough to make her hips jerk violently, clit pulsing visibly darker red with every pass, hood peeled back fully so the bare pearl scraped raw against his thumb.
First squirt hit like a gunshot—forceful jet erupting around his buried cock, spraying hot arcs across his abs, soaking his chest, streaking the dashboard in messy, glossy trails that ran down toward the vents.
Her thighs spasmed uncontrollably—inner muscles jumping and quivering against his sides—ass jiggling wildly as she rode the peak, cheeks rippling under his slapping palms.
Walls clamped down in brutal, rhythmic waves—milking him so hard his own groan tore free, body shaking beneath her, cock throbbing thicker inside her fluttering heat, veins pulsing visibly against her stretched walls.
“Fuck—there it is—squirt for me again. Yes Goddess—drench your dragon—show me how badly you needed this cock back inside you—”
He didn’t slow. Kept thrusting up—short, punishing strokes that kept her stuffed and stretched—while his thumb never left her clit, grinding faster, flicking the swollen pearl in rapid, wet circles that made her scream louder.
Cream strings stretched and snapped with every grind—her clit throbbing harder, turning almost purple under the relentless pressure, hood fully retracted so every flick sent fresh shocks through her core.
Second squirt followed seconds later—messier, hotter—jets splashing his throat, dripping down his neck in rivulets while she sobbed brokenly, kissing his face frantically: jaw, cheeks, lips, throat—chanting “mine—yours—my youbg dragon—only you—fuck—coming—coming again—”
Phei growled against her breast—teeth nipping the soft underside—then switched to the other nipple, sucking deep and rhythmic while his hips kept snapping up, balls slapping wetly against her soaked skin, cock throbbing thicker inside her spasming channel, every vein scraping her inner ridges with delicious friction.
Her rolls turned erratic—hips shaking, thighs quivering uncontrollably—as orgasm three built fast and merciless.
She hugged his neck so tight she nearly choked him, face buried in his throat, moaning wrecked praises into his skin: “Only you—only your cock—fills me—owns me—satiates me—gods—Phei—don’t stop—never stop—ruin me forever—Make me yours.”
He answered with a deep, rasping curse—”Mine”—and thrust harder, deeper, claiming every inch she offered while his thumb ground mercilessly on her clit, flicking the oversensitive nub until fresh cream bubbled out with every grind, her walls fluttering in warning waves—clenching, milking, promising another flood any second.
The car rocked gently on its suspension—engine still idling low—windows completely fogged into opaque white—while the Ashford Madam rode her fall on the dragon that had remade her forever, cunt weeping thick cream, clit throbbing and pulsing under his relentless thumb, completely lost in the stretch, the slap, the burn, and the filthy, possessive ownership of being filled beyond reason.
Just outside her gate!
