My Alluring CEO-Chapter 101 - 100 a new treat

With each thrust, White would pull out and then thrust back in deeply, causing Mary’s delicate body to convulse with each movement.

The sound of flesh slapping continued, and wave after wave of thick love juices flowed from Mary’s vagina, lubricating their genitals. It was unclear how her petite body could produce so much fluid.

Mary’s entire body went limp, and even her moans were forced out by White’s deep thrusts.

At the same time, Mary began to feel dizzy.

Making a woman pass out from sex was not as easy as it seemed.

Even after being fucked to this extent by White, Mary hadn’t passed out.

As long as she was conscious, she had to endure the unbearable pleasure.

The sound of White’s cock being squeezed by Mary’s wet vagina echoed with each thrust.

Mary’s love juices kept flowing endlessly, showing just how aroused and sensitive her body still was.

Mary didn’t even know when she hit her seventh orgasm. She was in a semi-conscious state, only aware of the contractions in her uterus, and the overwhelming pleasure spreading through her limbs. White would never understand the feeling of being forced to endure such unbearable pleasure. Mary was caught in a mix of pain and pleasure.

White gritted his teeth, a beast-like growl coming from deep in his throat. He was finally about to cum.

Suddenly, White felt a tingling sensation at the base of his cock. He quickly pulled out, and a thick stream of semen shot out, landing on Mary’s smooth abdomen and vulva.

Luckily, White managed to control himself at the last moment and didn’t cum inside Mary, keeping a rare bit of rationality.

After releasing, White finally took a moment to look at Mary beneath him.

Mary’s entire body was flushed with a seductive red hue, her body slightly convulsing.

Her delicate tongue was sticking out, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her large eyes were unfocused, half-closed with a dazed look.

Even though Mary hadn’t passed out, she was close. The impact of seven orgasms had left her unable to think.

Mary’s delicate, seductive appearance, her body radiating the blush of extreme orgasm, tempted White to ravish her supple form once more.

While White was enjoying Mary’s body, Sanders was facing the most torturous moment of his life.

He had taken a cab to bring Emily home and helped her into the living room. Seeing that Emily was still somewhat drunk, he let her rest on the sofa.

But as soon as he let go, Emily collapsed onto the sofa, her mature, voluptuous body still restlessly writhing, her long, shapely legs gently swaying, making Sanders feel a surge of desire.

"Emily, are you okay?" Sanders asked softly, pushing Emily’s shoulder. Looking at Emily’s alluring face, he felt a strong urge to lean in and steal a kiss, but he was afraid Emily would suddenly wake up and catch him.

"I’m fine, I’m just hot, so hot." Emily murmured weakly, her eyes half-closed, as she instinctively unbuttoned her shirt.

Immediately, her high, firm breasts were partially exposed, tightly wrapped in her bra, looking like they could pop out at any moment.

Sanders was at a loss. He went to the bathroom, washed his face, feeling very conflicted.

He knew very well that he might never win Emily’s favor in his lifetime, and tonight might be his best chance.

Even if Emily held him accountable afterward, Sanders could say that Emily was drunk and seduced him, and he had no choice.

Sanders was very hesitant.

He had silently liked Emily for several years but had never done anything because he didn’t want to affect his image in Emily’s eyes.

In the end, Sanders calmed down, took a deep breath, and left Emily’s house. Emily hadn’t been drunk in ages.

She vaguely remembered someone taking her home, and then everything went blank.

After a while, she woke up feeling groggy, her throat burning like crazy. "Water. I need water."

Someone handed her a glass, and Emily gulped it down in one go.

"Thanks... Wait, Hunter? What are you doing here?" Emily’s eyes widened in panic when she saw Hunter standing there.

"Relax, Emily. I knew you were drunk, so I came to check on you." Hunter said with a smirk. "Sanders is too useless, can’t even grasp this gold opportunity. Guess it’s my turn now."

Emily’s face turned dark as she pointed at him. "Get out, or I’ll call the cops."

She grabbed her phone and pretended to dial.

"Don’t bother. I’m gonna have my way with you today!" Hunter snatched the phone, tossed it aside, and lunged at her.

Emily tried to fight back but her body felt weak and unresponsive.

Panic set in as she felt a strange desire rising within her. "Did you put something in the water?"

"Yeah, just a little something." Hunter admitted, slowly lifting her clothes. "No, don’t touch me," Emily protested, still somewhat conscious but her hands were too weak to stop him, making it look like she was helping him undress her.

Soon, her clothes were pushed up, and her breasts, free from any restraint, bounced out, catching Hunter’s gaze.

Hunter’s eyes widened at the sight of her breasts.

They were still firm and perky, with pink nipples that quickly hardened in the cool air, like two rubies on a snowy peak, capturing all of Hunter’s attention.

"No! Stop doing this to me!" Emily’s voice sounded more like a flirtatious plea than resistance to Hunter.

"Emily, your breasts are so big and soft." Hunter said, staring at them.

Emily instinctively squirmed to get away, but her strength was gone. Her movements only made her breasts jiggle more enticingly in Hunter’s eyes.

Emily let out a sudden cry as Hunter, unable to resist, opened his mouth wide and took her right breast in, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sucking hard.

Emily murmured incoherently, her words turning into seductive sounds, urging Hunter to suck harder.

Hunter pinned her hands above her head with his left hand.