Chapter 92: Ch92: Hi Holivia

*Gwak~ Gwak~ Gwak~ Gwak~*

"Mwah... Mmmn..." Amelia finally pulled his cock free with a wet pop.

A wicked little smile curved her lips as she gave it one slow, teasing stroke before rising to her feet.

"Let me show you something, Master," she murmured.

Amelia gathered the hem of her dress and lifted it high around her waist, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her purple panties and dragged them down her thighs.

Stepping out of them, she held the damp fabric out to him.

*Sniff~*

"Hoo...!" Nyle’s eyes shut as the strong, musky scent of her hit him.

He wrapped the panties in his fist, breathing them in deeper.

Amelia’s flushed face burned hotter under his stare. She turned around, bent forward, and reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks wide.

"Oh sho..." he blurted out.

There, nestled high between the soft curves of her fat ass, was a tattoo — Nyle’s name written in elegant black script, framed by a delicate butterfly whose wings seemed to rest right above her entrance.

"You like it?" she whispered, biting her lower lip and glancing back at him over her shoulder.

Nyle’s hands replaced hers in an instant. He spread her even wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and leaned in until his breath ghosted over her glistening folds.

Then his tongue dragged a long, deliberate lick from her clit all the way up to her tight little hole.

*Lick~*

"Mmnh~" Amelia’s soft moan spilled out as her knees trembled, thighs quivering under the wet pressure of his mouth.

For a brief moment he lingered there, savoring every drop, before reluctantly pulling his tongue away. A glistening strand of her wetness stretched and broke between his lips and her folds.

"I love it," he rasped, voice thick with hunger.

A surge of raw excitement slammed through him. His cock throbbed hard as a rock, aching desperately to bury itself inside her and stretch her open.

"Please, give it to me faster, Master. Holivia is on her way," she begged, her tone breathless and urgent, edged with nervous heat.

*Squelch~*

"Ah...! Mmph~!"

Nyle clamped a firm hand over her mouth and shoved his cock into her dripping pussy in one deep, relentless thrust.

Her walls parted greedily around the invasion, hot and soaked, clenching as if trying to pull him deeper.

Amelia’s back arched high, spine curving like a drawn bow. She twisted her face just enough for her half-lidded eyes to meet his over her shoulder — pupils blown wide, lashes trembling.

"Mmnh~ Mmmhn~" Every coherent word melted into muffled, desperate whimpers against his palm.

*Plap~*

’His cock feels much bigger than the last time... so deep... it’s almost reaching my womb,’ she thought through the dizzy haze flooding her mind.

Every ridge and vein dragged along her sensitive walls, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl against the floor.

Yet, slowly she pushed her hips back, greedy for more, trying to take him even deeper — but the soft, wet sound of skin meeting skin began to echo through the quiet dressing room.

"Wait..." he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

He grabbed a fistful of dresses and bunched the fabric against her ass, creating a soft, muffling layer between their bodies.

Then he pushed deep again.

*Fwump!*

This time no sharp slap of bare skin rang out — only the silenced impacts of cloth and flesh.

*Flap. Fwump. Fwump. Plap*

Nyle kept the rhythm controlled but merciless, each muffled thrust punching a quiet, broken sound out of her throat against his palm.

Amelia positioned herself in a standing doggy style, arms braced against the cool glass of the mirror, her breasts dangling and swaying heavily with every impact.

One of those soft, heavy breasts was already cupped in his palm — fingers digging in possessively, pinching and rolling her stiff nipple — while his other hand stayed clamped firmly over her mouth to smother every filthy moan that tried to escape.

"Mmn~ Mmhn~ Mmnh! Mmmnph!"

Just then, the door to the room beside them clicked shut as a stranger stepped inside and locked it.

Hearing that, Amelia clenched her walls tight around him in a sudden, panicked spasm — sending a searing wave of pleasure racing up the length of his cock.

Yet Nyle didn’t slow. He kept the same steady, punishing rhythm for a few more strokes, then began to speed up, hips snapping forward with sharper, deeper force.

"Shh... keep your moans low. You don’t want to get caught getting fucked, do you?" Nyle whispered right against her flushed face.

"Mmnmh... mmhm..."

’Does he really think I’m making noise on purpose? How can I even suppress my moans when his fat cock... is stretching me this wide? Even if I tried, my mind wouldn’t listen to me...’ she thought, eyes glassy and unfocused as another deep thrust punched the air from her lungs.

...

Pound after relentless pound, she ended up straddling him on the floor. Nyle’s back was pressed hard against the wall, mouth latched greedily onto her breast as she rode him in a desperate cowgirl pose.

Amelia’s arms locked around his shoulders for balance, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling slightly as soft, low moans spilled freely from her throat.

Heat radiated off her flushed skin; every bounce sent her heavy breast deeper into his sucking mouth.

Just then her phone buzzed with a sharp notification. Without stopping her hips she pulled it out.

As expected, it was Holivia.

-Holivia: I’ll be there in five minutes.

-Amelia: Okay.

The clock was running out, and Nyle showed no signs of even being close to finishing — yet she was already teetering on the edge.

’I’ve got to do something,’ she thought.

Amelia paused, then slowly lifted herself until his cock slipped free of her soaked pussy.

Nyle didn’t protest. He simply kept sucking her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple as if trying to draw milk from it.

In the next heartbeat she shifted her hips, guided his slick tip downward, and pressed it against her tighter hole.

With a slow, deliberate sink she took him into her ass.

*Plap~*

"Haa... Fuck..." Nyle groaned against her breast, the sound muffled and rough.

Her anal rim stretched wide around his thick shaft.

"She’ll be here in a few minutes, Master. I need you to cum with me..." Amelia purred, then began rolling her hips again.

Nyle’s ears twitched at her words. ’Few minutes?!’

In an instant, his hands clamped onto her ass, gripping hard, and he started lifting and dropping her in the exact rhythm he wanted — controlling every bounce, every deep stretch.

"Mwah... If that’s the case, you better keep those walls tight," he muttered, eyes dark and focused as he released her breast with a wet pop.

"I—"

Her words died the second he unleashed a sudden barrage of piston thrusts from below, slamming up into her ass with brutal precision.

"Agh... shit! I’m cumming...! Ngh!!"

She slapped a hand over her own mouth, muffling the broken cries that tore out of her, but the intensity only spiked higher.

Nyle didn’t slow for even a second. He did the opposite — driving into her even harder, faster, turning her climax into a full-body seizure of pleasure.

The sudden, rhythmic clenching of her orgasm was all he needed.

His cock twitched inside her, a clear signal that his own pressure was building fast.

"Mmph! Mmnh! Mmpmh!"

Amelia’s moans still leaked through the gaps between her fingers while her ass was brutally pounded, walls given no time to recover between the relentless, deep strokes.

’Oh God, he’s going to break me. I can’t take this much... it’s too much pleasure for my brain to handle,’ she thought, mind fracturing under the intensity.

Five minutes later...

*SPURT!!!!? SPURT!!!? SPURT!!? SPURT!?*

A sudden shot of hot cum erupted deep inside her ass as Nyle slammed her down to the base, burying every thick inch, and unleashed a full, white tsunami of seed that painted her insides in thick, pulsing ropes.

Amelia’s moans locked in her throat. Her face tipped toward the ceiling, eyes flying wide, mouth clamped shut beneath her own fingers, jaw clenched. Every pulse forced another helpless, full-body shudder through her.

Nyle shut his eyes, brow furrowed, as pulse after pulse emptied him into her tight, fluttering heat — each throb dragging more of his release deeper until he had nothing left to give.

Once his orgasm finally stopped, she lifted her body forward and met his eyes. Her palm was still pressed over the lower half of her face, eyes wide and unblinking.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, a warm, satisfied smile curving her lips before she leaned in for a heated kiss.

*Smooch~*

...

First, Nyle stepped out looking completely casual and normal, as if nothing had happened. The cool air-conditioned floor washed over him as he walked closer to the Air conditioner.

Just then a woman stepped up beside him, clearly seeking the same cold air.

"...much better now," the stranger’s voice was low, almost relieved.

Nyle didn’t answer. He simply stood there, letting the chilled air settle over his skin.

A brief moment later Amelia appeared — and froze the second she saw them.

"Amelia, here!" The woman standing beside Nyle lifted a hand, smartphone still in her grip.

Nyle turned his head and glanced at the woman.

"Status," he whispered under his breath, activating his skill.

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Name: Holivia Blake

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