Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Unbound (r-18)

They didn’t just ride him. They used him.

Patricia rose first, cunt still gaping from her orgasm, inner walls fluttering, cream dripping in thick ropes.

She positioned herself over Eros’s left hand, fingers splayed, forced straight, and sank down. His index and middle fingers slid into her like a blade into warm butter, her walls crushing, squelching, gold chain slapping his wrist with every bounce.

She didn’t wait.

She fucked his hand, hips rolling, cunt clenching, cream bubbling around his knuckles, her pierced clit dragging over his thumb, diamond stud catching, sparking. Her tits bounced, heavy, milk spraying in rhythmic arcs, splattering his chest, running down his abs, her asshole winking, lubed, puckered.

"That’s it," she hissed, voice raw, cunt spasming, "feel how wet I am for you, you little god."

Janet mirrored her, cunt still gaping, pink tunnel pulsing, cream frothing. She grabbed his right wrist, forced his fingers in and impaled herself, his fingers disappearing into her sloppy hole, walls stretching, squelching, cream bubbling out, dripping down his arm. She rode his finger, hips slamming, cunt farting wetly, clit ring glinting, her clamped nipples buzzing, milk spraying in thick streams, coating his arm, running down to his elbow.

Her hair whipped, mouth open, tongue lolling...

"Fuck yes," she gasped, cunt clenching, "ruin me with your fingers, just like you ruined my life."

Priya straddled his face, cunt smothering, swollen lips parted, inner pink glistening, jeweled plug winking, slick dripping into his mouth, milk dripping from her tits.

She ground down, cunt lips splaying over his nose, clit dragging across his lips, slick flooding his mouth, salty, musky, her asshole clenching around the plug, rim stretched taut.

She didn’t let him move his tongue. She fucked his face, hips rolling, cunt spasming, slick gushing, milk spraying from her massive tits, black nipples leaking, splattering his forehead, running into his eyes.

"Taste me," she moaned, accent thick, cunt grinding, "taste what you do to me, Peter."

They synced their movements, Patricia riding his left hand, fingers buried deep, walls spasming, cream gushing, Janet riding his right, fingers pumping, cunt farting, cream frothing, Priya grinding on his mouth, cunt smothering, slick flooding, milk dripping, their moans a symphony, cunts squelching, tits bouncing, milk spraying, slick gushing, the ottomans slick with their mess, puddles forming, dripping onto the marble, the air thick with pussy, milk, sweat, desperation, musky, salty, overwhelming.

Patricia leaned forward, cunt clenching, gold chain swaying, her pierced clit dragging over his thumb, diamond stud catching, sparking.

"You feel that?" she hissed, cunt spasming, cream gushing, "that’s your bully’s mom, cumming on your fingers, begging for your cock."

Janet leaned in, cunt farting wetly, cream frothing, clamps buzzing, milk spraying onto his cock, coating the head, running down the shaft.

Priya ground harder, cunt smothering, slick flooding, milk dripping.

He snapped.

The ropes on his right wrist shredded like wet paper, fibers snapping with a sharp twang, the sound slicing through the thick, humid air of the penthouse.

The chair groaned, a deep, tortured creak, then cracked, wood splintering with a violent CRACK, shards scattering across the marble floor, glinting under the molten amber lights.

Eros surged upward, a teenage god unleashed, his muscles rippling, veins bulging under sweat-slick skin, his cock—monstrous, veined, purple-headed, glistening with precum—slamming into Patricia with a single, brutal thrust.

SCHLORP.

The sound was obscene, wet, violent, a sloppy, sucking plunge as her cunt swallowed him whole, her walls stretching, splitting, spasming around his girth, the heat of her pussy a furnace, scalding, clamping.

"FUCK—YES—EROS—GOD—FUCK ME—"

Her back arched, spine bowing, tits bouncing wildly, gold chain slapping her chest with a metallic clink, pierced nipples leaking milk in frantic arcs, the liquid warm, sticky, splattering his chest, running in rivulets down his abs, pooling in the crevices of his muscles.

Eros didn’t wait.

Hard.

Fast.

Relentless.

Each thrust was a punishment, a claiming, a destruction—his thick cock pistoning relentlessly into her, dragging slow and deliberate through her clenching walls, the prominent vein along the underside grinding mercilessly against her G-spot, sending violent shocks of pleasure ripping through her body.

Her pussy gripped him desperately on every pull back—inner walls fluttering and blooming open for a heartbeat, glistening with thick cream that coated his shaft in frothy white rings, bubbling obscenely at the base before dripping in heavy, glossy strands down his balls.

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