Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720: Bold Sirens Call (HAS SOME REALLY MATURE ELEMNTS)

A/N: You’re Warned!

The private elevator purred upward—forty-eight floors of mirrored gold and black marble, amber light licking the walls like tongues on wet skin, reflections multiplying, Eros’s form infinite, cock already leaking into his boxers, a dark, sticky spot spreading, precum soaking fabric, throbbing with every pulse.

DING.

The doors slid open on Penthouse 2.

And the view slammed into him like a gangbang in 4K, raw, unfiltered, a visceral assault.

The entire floor was a pornographic cathedral—floor-to-ceiling glass framing LA’s skyline, the city reduced to a blurred backdrop for the three sluts arranged like cum-soaked offerings on black marble and white leather, bodies glistening, pussies dripping, air thick with sex.

Patricia commanded the bar—black lace torn into crotchless ribbons, framing her swollen, dripping cunt like a filthy frame, lips puffy, glistening, clit hood pierced with a diamond stud that winked with every pulse, gold chain between her heavy tits dipping into cleavage, then lower, disappearing into the gaping slit of her pussy, veins visible under translucent mesh, nipples dark purple, throbbing, pierced with gold small jewels that glinted as she breathed.

A thick rope of girl-cum dangled from her hole, stretching to the marble, snapping with a wet pop as she shifted, her asshole visible, winking, lubed and ready, puckered, glistening.

"You’re late, Eros," she growled, voice husky, cunt clenching visibly, a fresh gush of slick, dripping. "My pussy’s been leaking for hours."

Priya knelt on the sectional, red silk soaked and clinging like cum on skin—slit to the waist, exposing the jeweled plug buried in her tight brown asshole, the gem glinting between cheeks spread wide, her medium hot tits, nipples black, thick, leaking fake milk in slow drops that ran down her belly to mix with the puddle between her thighs.

Her cunt was shaved, lips parted, inner pink glistening, clit swollen and throbbing, a steady stream of slick dripping from her hole to the leather, forming a dark, sticky pool.

She fingered herself slowly, two digits buried to the knuckle, pulling out with a wet squelch, strings of cream stretching between her fingers and pussy, her accent thick, moaning.

"We started without you," she moaned, cunt spasming, a fresh squirt. "But we need your cock to finish."

Janet was sprawled across the chaise like a cum-drunk whore—white lace ripped open at the crotch, exposing her pink, sloppy cunt, lips filled plugged with a thick glass dildo that glistened with lube and cum, clit huge and red, pierced with a silver ring. Her tits were out, nipples clamped with vibrating bullets, buzzing softly, fake milk too; spraying in tiny arcs as she pinched them.

Her ass was lifted, hole winking.

She fucked herself with it slowly, in and out, wet slaps echoing, cream bubbling around the toy, dripping down her crack to pool on the chaise. Her black hair was matted with sweat, mouth open, tongue lolling, drool running down her chin.

"Took you long enough," she slurred, cunt farting around the dildo that was a really a disappointment compared to her man’s cock, a wet pffft. "We’ve been fisting our own cunts... but we want your cum."

Eros stepped in, the door hissing shut behind him, the air sealing, trapping the scent.

The air was rancid with the sweet smell of their pussies, and desperation, musky, salty, coating his nostrils, his desires and hic cock, invisibly, making his balls ache, cock throbbing.

He watched.

Let his gaze fuck them—brutal, claiming, eyes dark, demonic.

Let his gaze drag over them—slow, deliberate, claiming, Patricia’s pierced clit, Priya’s leaking nipples, Janet’s gaping holes.

Patricia’s nipples hardened. Priya’s breath hitched, milk dripping faster. Janet bit her lip, dildo plunging deeper, a moan escaping.

Checkmate.

He dropped his jacket, fabric pooling, muscles flexing.

"You want my cock?" Voice demonic, low, rumbling. "Then crawl and beg like the Sirens you are, my Loves"

"You’ve got it."

Patricia’s smile sharpened, predatory, cunt clenching, her eyes locked, ready to play.

They came and bound him!

The game began.

***

Patricia stepped forward first, black lace shredded, crotchless ribbons framing her swollen cunt, gold chain swaying between her heavy tits, pierced nipples dripping milk real for her case; in slow, hypnotic drops.

She straddled the armrest, cunt inches from his face, swollen lips parted, clit piercing glinting, a thick rope of cum dangling, snapping wetly onto his thigh. She gripped his hair, tilted his head back, and slapped her pussy against his cheek, once, twice, wet smacks, coating his skin in her slick, her scent flooding his senses.

She pressed her massive tits against his arm, nipples black, thick, leaking milk in steady streams, dripping onto his shirt, soaking through, warm, sticky. She dragged her cunt along his bicep, lips parted, inner pink glistening, clit swollen, leaving a trail of slick, her plug glinting as her ass flexed.

"You feel that?" she whispered, accent thick, cunt grinding, "My pussy’s been aching for you."

They didn’t undress him yet. They teased him.

Patricia slid off the armrest, cunt brushing his jaw, and straddled his thigh, grinding her clit against his pants, gold jewels slapping his chest, her milk dripping onto his shirt, soaking through, nipples brushing his lips.

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