The Heart System - Chapter 479
Chapter 479: Chapter 479
She kept sinking, inch by torturous inch, until her ass finally met my thighs with a soft slap. I was buried to the hilt, her tight heat gripping me like a fist. We both moaned at the same time, raw, overlapping sounds that filled the living room.
Minne’s head fell forward against my shoulder, small body trembling. “S-so full… Master… I can feel you… everywhere…”
I wrapped one arm around her lower back, the other sliding up to cup the back of her neck. I kissed her again, deep, messy, tongue claiming her mouth while my hips gave a slow, testing roll. She whimpered into the kiss, hips jerking forward instinctively.
“Ride me,” I whispered against her lips. “Nice and slow… let me feel every inch of that tight little cunt.”
She nodded, eyes glassy, and started moving. Small, tentative lifts at first, rising until just the head was inside, then sinking back down with a shaky moan. Each downward motion made her ass slap softly against my thighs, her walls dragging along my length in perfect, fluttering friction.
“Fuck… yes… just like that…” I groaned, hands sliding down to grip her asscheeks. I squeezed hard, spreading them slightly, then delivered a sharp smack to the right one. The sound cracked through the room; Minne yelped, pussy clenching tight around me.
“M-Master…!”
“Again,” I ordered, voice low. Another smack, left cheek this time. She moaned louder, hips stuttering as she sank down harder.
Her small hands clutched my shoulders for balance. She started riding faster, still shallow, but with more confidence, ass bouncing in my lap, maid dress rucked up around her waist, garters snapping against her thighs with every movement.
“You’re so fucking cute like this,” I growled, smacking her ass again, harder. “Riding my cock in your little maid outfit… pregnant with my baby… taking every inch like a good girl…”
Minne’s moans turned desperate, high, breathy. “Yes… Master… I love it… love feeling you inside me… so deep… so thick…”
I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up to meet her, short, powerful strokes that made her cry out every time I bottomed out. Her small breasts bounced under the dress, nipples hard and visible through the fabric. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth through the thin material, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, while my hands kept spanking her ass in rhythm with my thrusts.
“Fuck… your pussy’s gripping me so tight… gonna milk me dry, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes… Master… I want it… want your cum… please…”
I switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, then pulled back and kissed her again, swallowing her moans. My right hand slid between us, thumb finding her clit and rubbing fast circles. She bucked hard, pussy fluttering wildly.
“Master… oh god… I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me,” I moaned against her mouth. “Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock… cum all over it, honey…”
“OHH… Master…”
Her cry was high and broken, whole body seizing as her pussy clamped down like a vice. Waves of tight, rhythmic spasms rippled along my length, milking me relentlessly. Wetness flooded out, hot, slick, drenching my cock, my thighs, the couch beneath us. Her small hips jerked uncontrollably, ass bouncing in my lap as she rode the orgasm out, nails digging into my shoulders, face buried against my neck.
“Master… cumming… cumming so hard… your cock… oh god… yes…!”
I kept thrusting through it, deep, steady, drawing out every tremor, every pulse. My own release was right there, balls tight, pressure building, but I held back, savoring the way her walls fluttered and squeezed.
When Minne finally collapsed against me, panting, trembling, small body limp, I slowed to gentle rocks, letting her come down.
“Good girl,” I whispered, kissing her temple. “So fucking perfect.”
She smiled weakly, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. “Thank you… Master…”
I lifted her carefully by the armpits, small body light as a feather, and set her down on the couch beside me. She curled up immediately, knees to her chest, still breathing hard. I stood up, cock still hard, slick with her, and stretched, joints popping.
The room felt electric, charged, heavy with the scent of sex.
I looked down at her, then around at the empty apartment, and smirked.
“Well… let’s continue, shall we?”
I flipped Minne over gently but firmly, guiding her onto her hands and knees on the couch. She let out a small, surprised gasp as I positioned her, knees spread wide, back arched, ass lifted toward me. The short black maid dress rode up completely now, bunched around her waist, exposing her tiny white garter belt and stockings. Her panties were still pulled to the side, pussy glistening and swollen from her earlier orgasm, small ass cheeks parted just enough to show her tight little hole and the pink folds below it.
I knelt behind her on the cushions, one hand on her hip, the other guiding my cock. The head nudged her entrance again, slick and hot. She whimpered, pushing back instinctively, small body trembling with anticipation.
“You wanted this so badly, didn’t you?” I murmured, voice low and rough as I rubbed the tip along her slit, teasing her clit before pressing against her opening. “Wanted my baby inside you… wanted to feel me fill you up again and again…”
“Y-yes, Master…” Minne moaned, head dropping forward, hair falling over her face. “I want it… I want your baby… please… give it to me…”
I pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, watching her small pussy stretch wide around me. She cried out softly, walls fluttering, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. When my hips met her ass with a soft smack, I paused, letting her feel every pulsing vein, every ridge buried deep inside her.
“Fuck… so tight,” I groaned, hands sliding up to grip her narrow waist. “Your little pussy’s swallowing me whole… gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you? Carrying my kid… taking my cock like this every day…”
She nodded frantically, small hands clutching the couch cushions. “Yes… yes… I’ll be good… I’ll be the best mommy… please… fuck me… harder…”
