Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 721

Chapter 721: Siren’s Challenge (Very r-18, Be Warned)

They broke the circle and arranged themselves in a perfect triangle of torment, three low leather ottomans dragged into a tight semicircle directly in front of the single-seater, knees almost brushing his shins, the amber light pooling between their spread thighs like molten gold, glistening on their slick, dripping cunts.

Patricia took the center, black lace peeled down to her waist, heavy tits hanging free, dark-purple nipples glinting, veins visible under translucent skin, the chain between them now clipped to her swollen clit piercing, pulling her hood taut, stretching her clit into a throbbing, diamond-studded nub.

She planted her heels wide, knees bent, cunt splayed open like a split, overripe peach, inner lips flushed scarlet, glistening, puffy, a thick, viscous strand of girl-cum stretching from her gaping hole to the ottoman, snapping wetly with a plop as she settled, her asshole winking, lubed, puckered.

Two fingers slid inside, slow, deliberate, curling, spreading her pink walls, visibly clenching, pink tunnel pulsing, a wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick filling the air, cream bubbling around her knuckles.

"Look at me, Eros," she purred, voice velvet and venom, eyes locked on his. "Look at the mother of the boy who used to bully you in the hallways, the woman who baked cookies for your enemies, now spreading her shameless cunt open while you’re tied like a dog."

She dragged her fingers out, coated in thick, creamy slick, strings stretching, and painted her own nipple, circling the gold jewels, milk mixing with slick, dripping in slow, salty rivulets.

"Does it make your cock throb, knowing Patricia Morrison, former queen of Morrison, is dripping just thinking about your fat teenage godly dick stretching her motherly hole?"

Priya took the left, red silk hiked to her hips, jeweled plug still buried deep in her tight brown asshole, gem winking with every clench, rim stretched taut around the base.

She sat back, legs butterfly-wide, brown thighs trembling, cunt shaved smooth, lips parted, inner pink glistening, clit swollen, protruding, a steady stream of slick gushing from her hole, forming a dark, sticky puddle on the leather, dripping off the edge.

Three fingers plunged in, fast, wet, pumping, her massive tits bouncing, black nipples leaking milk in rhythmic, thick spurts, splattering her belly, running down to mix with the puddle, coating her knuckles, her cunt farting softly around her fingers, bubbles of cream forming.

"You remember how you ruined me for anyone, Peter?" she moaned, accent thick, fingers twisting, curling, her cunt spasming, walls rippling. "How you bent your mother’s best friend over and made me scream your name?"

She pulled her fingers free, spread her lips wide, showing him the pink, gaping tunnel, contracting, begging, cream oozing, dripping. "I still feel you, our first time together, every time I sit, my pussy remembers your cock, and I leak through my panties like a desperate slut."

Janet took the right, white lace shredded, clamps still buzzing on her nipples, milk spraying in tiny, forceful arcs, splattering his thighs.

She’d sat forward, legs over the ottoman arms, cunt gaping, pink, sloppy, clit ring glinting, inner walls fluttering, visibly pulsing.

She was already using both hands, one fisting her cunt, three fingers, then her thumb, stretching, squelching, cream bubbling out, frothing around her wrist, the other pinching her clamped nipple, twisting, milk squirting in thick streams.

Her black hair stuck to her sweat-drenched face, mouth open, tongue lolling, drool running down her chin.

"You turned me into your stay-at-home wife, Peter," she gasped, fist pumping, wet schlorp-schlorp-schlorp, cunt farting around her wrist, cream bubbling. "I quit my job, sold my soul, just to be your woman, to wake up every morning with your cock in my throat or my ass."

She pulled her fist out, cunt gaping, pink tunnel pulsing, rim stretched, and slapped her own clit, once, twice, wet smacks, squirting a thick arc onto his bare feet, coating his toes.

They kept going, fingers plunging, cunts squelching, tits bouncing, milk spraying, slick gushing, never touching him, only near him, their words a relentless assault, their bodies a visual torment, pussies gaping, walls pulsing, cream dripping, milk splattering, Eros’s cock untouched, leaking, throbbing, precum a steady stream, pooling on his abs, his hips twitching, ropes cutting into his wrists, the tease endless, unrelenting, perfect.

Then they came.

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