My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 542 - 542: The Crescendo (r-18)

His fingers dug deeper into her fat ass cheeks — spreading both heavy globes wide apart until the soft flesh bulged obscenely between his knuckles and spilled over his hands, her tight little asshole winking in the open air.

Thumbs pressed into the reddened skin, holding her open exactly where he wanted.

Then he started moving.

Slow.

Deep.

Devastating.

He dragged his cock back until only the fat, flared crown stretched her entrance — her swollen pussy lips clinging desperately to the ridge, dragging outward in glossy pink petals that quivered and fluttered as they tried to suck him back inside — before slamming back up into her soaked, spasming heat with one powerful, controlled thrust.

“AHHHHHH—”

The wet SCHLICK was loud and obscene as six thick inches punched back in, her creamy walls stretching wide again, fresh froth bubbling out around his shaft.

Cassiopeia’s scream started all over again — louder, wilder, more broken — as he began to truly fuck her, owning every inch she could take while her thighs kept quaking violently against him and her greedy cunt milked him like it never wanted to let go.

“More—” she sobbed, voice wrecked, thighs still shaking so hard they slapped wetly against his sides with every slow, devastating thrust. “Please—Phei—give me more—ruin me—stretch this pussy until I break—!!!”

Phei’s hands seized her fat ass even harder now that he’d finally tasted her tight pussy truly after days of circling and teasing—his fingers digging so deep into the soft, reddened flesh that the heavy supple globes bulged obscenely between his knuckles and spilled over his palms like overripe fruit begging to be devoured.

His grip was pure ownership, bruising, claiming every inch of the mature curves he’d been denied for too long.

He lifted her just high enough for the thick, flared crown to drag back through her stretched entrance—her puffy pussy lips clinging desperately to the veined ridge, pink petals fluttering and quivering like living silk trying to trap him inside forever—then slammed her down again with brutal, bone-rattling force, driving six thick inches back into her scorching core.

Cassiopeia’s scream cracked the air like lightning — raw, endless, shattering:

“FUUUUUUUUCK— PHEI— YES— HARDER— AHHHHHHH—!!!”

He didn’t hold back. Not even a little.

Every savage upward snap of his hips was pure domination — deep, punishing, slamming the thick length straight into her soaked heat with wet, obscene slaps that echoed like gunshots. Her massive tits bounced violently against his chest with every impact, dark nipples scraping his skin raw and leaving angry red trails.

Her heavy ass cheeks rippled and jiggled wildly from the sheer violence, the fat globes clapping and wobbling as he used her body like his personal fucktoy.

Phei brought one hand down in a sharp, resounding CRACK across her right cheek — then the left — then back again in rapid-fire succession.

Each brutal slap made the plump flesh wobble and bloom brighter crimson, the sound wet and filthy from the slick already coating her skin in a glossy sheen. The sting only made her pussy clench harder around him.

“Ride it,” he growled against her throat, teeth sinking into her pulse point just hard enough to sting and mark her as his. “Ride my cock like the desperate fucking slut you are. Take what I give you.”

Cassiopeia obeyed instantly, broken and greedy.

Her hips rolled forward in frantic, greedy circles but faster to match his speed he was fuckling her on—then slammed back down—impaling herself over and over.

Her pussy swallowed six inches of him with every descent — hot, silky walls clenching and spasming around his girth in rhythmic waves, milking him like a greedy fist.

Thick strands of her arousal stretched and snapped between their bodies every time she lifted — long, shiny ropes that dripped in slow, obscene rivulets down his veined shaft, coated his heavy balls, and soaked the sheets beneath them in dark, spreading puddles.

The wet squelch-squelch-squelch of her cunt devouring him filled the room — loud, relentless, pornographic.

She started twerking her ass on him like a whore in heat — heavy cheeks bouncing and clapping together with every upward roll, the motion making her pussy grip him even tighter, walls fluttering wildly around his cock like they were trying to pull him deeper.

Each bounce sent shockwaves through her entire body — tits heaving and slapping against his chest, thighs quaking violently, ass rippling like waves on water. Phei slapped her again — harder — right across both cheeks at once.

The impact made her whole ass jiggle violently, the overlapping red handprints burning into a map of possession.

Slaps of body meeting body echoed in the bedroom as Phei hammered her while she too was riding his non-stop!

“Again—fuck—slap me—” she begged, voice fracturing into sobs. “Make it hurt—make me feel every fucking inch of you—claim this pussy—own me—”

He obliged without mercy, his dominance absolute.

His palm cracked down in rapid, stinging succession — left cheek, right cheek, both together — each vicious slap forcing a fresh, hot gush of slick from her cunt that ran down his shaft in pulsing waves and dripped off his balls in thick strings.

Her pussy fluttered wildly around his cock with every strike — walls spasming, clit throbbing against his pubic bone every time she ground down hard.

The friction was brutal — her swollen clit dragging along the veined underside of his cock with every roll, jumping and pulsing like it was trying to detonate.

One hand sneaked between their bodies — calloused fingers finding her engorged clit and pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger before rolling it in tight, vicious circles. The Goddess Fall Touch turned the touch into pure lightning — her whole body seized, thighs shaking even harder, hips bucking wildly as she screamed louder:

“OH GOD— PHEI— MY CLIT— FUCK— YES— RUB IT— AHHHHHHHH—!!!”

He rubbed faster — thumb flicking the sensitive nub in rapid, merciless strokes while his other hand kept slapping her bouncing ass in perfect time with his upward thrusts.

Her pussy clenched harder around his cock — walls rippling in frantic waves, heat scorching, wetness flooding out in thick, rhythmic squirts that soaked his thighs, his balls, the bed — everywhere.

Her stretched lips peeled back with every upward pull, clinging desperately to his veined shaft like they were painted on—puffy, flushed dark rose, glistening—then blooming open wide with every savage downward slam, sucking him back in with wet, greedy pulls.

Thick white cream frothed heavily at the base of his shaft where they met, her arousal whipped into bubbly foam from the relentless friction.

“Look at this filthy cunt,” he rasped, voice dark and vicious, teeth grazing her ear. “Taking me so deep after days of teasing and still creaming like a desperate whore. You’re fucking soaked — dripping all over my cock, making a mess of everything. This pussy belongs to me now.”

Cassiopeia’s answer was a shattered wail:

“YES—FUCK— I’M YOUR WHORE— RUIN ME— STRETCH ME— AHHHHHHHH—!!!”

She rode him even harder — ass twerking faster, heavy cheeks clapping so loud it drowned out their breathing.

Then she shifted — planting both hands on the headboard behind him, bracing herself so she could squat-ride him properly like the owned slut she was.

Her powerful thighs flexed and trembled violently as she lifted almost off him — only the fat crown stretching her entrance wide — before dropping back down with full body weight, squatting onto his cock in deep, punishing squats that made the bedframe groan and creak.

Each squat drove him deeper into her core as far as she took take— her ass cheeks clapping together loudly on the upstroke, rippling violently on the downstroke, pussy swallowing him with wet, greedy suction.

The speed increased — faster squats, faster twerking, her hips pistoning up and down like she was trying to break herself on his dragon.

Her massive tits bounced wildly with every drop — slapping against her own chest, dark nipples hard and aching — while her pussy gushed fresh slick in rhythmic squirts that sprayed against his lower stomach and ran in hot rivers down his thighs.

Phei slapped her ass again — harder — matching her rhythm, each crack forcing her to clench and squirt harder around his cock.

He grabbed her wide hips now, fingers bruising the soft flesh as he helped her slam down faster, meeting every squat with a brutal upward thrust that punched the air from her lungs.

The wet slap-slap-slap of her fat ass against his thighs turned into a constant feral drumbeat — her pussy lips stretched obscenely around him, peeling back and blooming open in perfect rhythm, thick cream frothing thicker at the base, dripping in sticky webs every time she lifted.

“Faster—fuck—squat on it—take it deeper—” he snarled, one hand sneaking back to her clit — rubbing furious circles while the other slapped her bouncing ass in time with her squats. “This cunt is mine. Squeeze me tighter, slut. Milk every drop I’m going to pump into you.”

Cassiopeia’s cries became continuous — high, broken, animalistic:

“HARDER—FUCK— PHEI— DON’T STOP— I’M— I’M GONNA— AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH—!!!”

She squatted deeper and rode him faster — ass twerking and clapping, cheeks rippling, pussy gushing, clit throbbing under his thumb, walls spasming and milking him with every brutal drop. The headboard rattled violently against the wall from her braced hands — bed creaking under the savage force — wet flesh slapping wet flesh in a feral, endless rhythm.

They were beyond reason now.

Pure.

Savage.

Fucking.

Her thighs shook so violently they slapped against his sides nonstop, ass rippling and bouncing, pussy creaming and squirting in messy arcs while Phei dominated every second — owning her body completely after days of circling and denial.