Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659: Ava SQUITS (r-18)

Her tits still heaved, nipples drilling the air, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

"Fuck... fuck... oh god..."

"The table’s absolutely drowned," I growled, licking my lips clean of her taste, watching her pussy quiver through the lingering shocks, faint wet slaps still echoing in the quiet. "Miami was worth every second of waiting. Ready for round two?"

The table had become a battlefield—dark walnut wood gleaming under broad streaks and deep puddles of her slick, glistening like molten glass in the dying sunset light, thick with the wine-honey tang of her release.

The air hung heavy, saturated with the intoxicating blend of ocean brine, raw musk, sweet honey, and sex—thick as velvet fog, clinging to every ragged breath.

Her tits rose and fell in frantic rhythm, nipples straining upward, thighs still trembling over my shoulders, heels scraping my back with needy scrape-scrape-scrape as her toes curled tight. Her pussy clenched visibly in lingering aftershocks, another slow trickle of cum slipping free.

The entire room thrummed with the aftermath—soft wet slaps and squelches from her pulsing core, the distant hiss of ocean wind through gauzy curtains, the humid swirl of salt, sweat, and honey wrapping around us like a second skin.

I growled low against her inner thigh, my lips barely grazing the trembling, salt-sweet skin there. Her flesh quivered under the hot fan of my breath, still radiating sun-baked warmth, while the cum clung sticky to my tongue and the sharp rise of her musk filled every inhale like a drug.

I reached for the chilled rosé bottle beside us—glass slick with condensation, beads of water rolling cold down my fingers as I tilted it. The pink liquid fizzed alive with a sharp crackle-crackle as I poured a thick, deliberate stream straight over her heaving tits.

Bubbles burst against her stiff nipples with tiny hiss-pop-hiss-pop sounds, wine cascading in cool rivers through the deep valley between her breasts—glug-glug-glug—pooling briefly in her navel with a wet plop before spilling lower, dripping straight onto her swollen pussy.

It mixed instantly with her juices in a glistening, rosy torrent, the tart scent of wine blooming sharp and bright alongside her sweet honeyed musk.

Next, I grabbed the honey jar—golden and thick as sin.

I drizzled it slow and heavy, letting viscous ropes fall in lazy spirals across her taut abs, over the heavy curves of her tits, down her trembling thighs, and finally onto her exposed pussy then I added wine.

Her plump lips and throbbing clit gleamed under a thick amber coating, the weight of it making her tight hole wink greedily.

Juices, honey, and wine blended into one slick, decadent mess—dripping in slow, sticky rivers that spread beneath her ass with wet splatter-splatter-splatter, the table groaning faintly under the growing weight of it all.

"You taste like the nectar of the fucking gods," I rasped, voice rough with hunger. "Honey-sweet, wine-tart, drenched in that filthy pussy musk."

I dove back in without warning. My tongue lapped broad and hungry through the sticky chaos coating her pussy lips—schlick-schlop-schlop-schlop—gathering the blended sweetness in long, savoring strokes.

I sealed my mouth over her clit, sucking hard through the glossy sheen, humming deep and vibrating so intensely her entire core spasmed against my lips, heat pulsing in waves.

"Eros—fuck—yes—harder!" she screamed, the sound raw and shattering.

Her tits bounced wildly with every buck of her hips, ass slamming back against the table in heavy thud-thud-thud rhythms. Her pussy was already gushing again, fresh juices mixing with the honey-wine in hot floods that poured over my tongue—glug-glug-glug.

I drove three fingers deep inside her—slow at first, then harder—her scorching velvet walls clenching desperately around them, squelching obscenely loud—schlorp-schlop-schlick-schlop-schlop—as I curled them rough against her spot.

She flooded harder—rhythmic, relentless—table growing impossibly slick with spreading puddles of honey-wine-juice, wet slaps echoing everywhere—slurp-slurp-schlop-schlop.

"Nngh—Eros—fuck—please!" Her moans were raw, animal, tits heaving in massive waves, ass grinding the wood in desperate squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak friction as the mess poured from her.

"Cum for me," I growled against her. "Drown me in it."

I lashed her clit frantically with my tongue, fingers pounding deep and relentless—schlop-schlop-schlick-schlop-schlop.

"I’m cumming—fuck—Eros—NOW!"

She exploded.

Her pussy spasmed violently around my fingers, clit pulsing like a frantic heartbeat against my lips, and then she squirted—powerful, hot arcs blasting out in rapid SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH torrents.

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