The Heart System-Chapter 472

Kim moved behind me again—her heavy tits pressing to my back, nipples dragging across my skin. She kissed the side of my neck, whispering hot against my ear, "You’re so deep in her... I can feel every thrust... fuck her harder, baby..."

Minne, still catching her breath from earlier, crawled closer on the bed, eyes wide. She reached out tentatively and ran her small hands along Nala’s thighs, stroking softly. "You look so beautiful... taking Master so deep... your butt is so pretty stretched around him..."

I sped up; longer, harder thrusts now, hips snapping upward. Nala’s moans turned to sharp cries—high, needy—her ass clenching around me with every stroke, milking me, pulling me deeper.

"Evan... yes... fuck my ass... just like that... don’t stop..."

I leaned in, lips at her ear. "You feel so perfect... so hot... so tight... I love how you squeeze me... love how your ass takes every inch..."

"More..." she begged. "Harder... please... I want to feel you everywhere..."

I gave her what she wanted—faster, deeper, hips slamming upward. My balls slapped her pussy with every thrust. Tessa kept spreading her cheeks, occasionally leaning in to lick around the stretched ring or flick her tongue against my shaft when I pulled back. Jasmine’s hand stayed on my balls—gentle squeezes, rolling them—while Kim kissed my neck and shoulders, whispering encouragement.

Nala’s cries grew frantic. "Oh god... I’m close... so close... keep fucking me... don’t stop..."

I reached around with one hand—careful—and rubbed slow circles over her clit. She bucked hard, ass clamping down like a vice.

"Yes... touch me there... oh fuck... Evan... I’m gonna cum... gonna cum with your cock in my ass..."

"Do it," I moaned. "Cum for me... let me feel that tight ass squeeze me while you come apart..."

"FUCKKK... GOD... Oh, fuuuuuuck..."

Her scream was raw—high and trembling—body convulsing in my arms. Her ass spasmed violently around my cock—wave after wave of tight, rhythmic pulses that milked me relentlessly. Her pussy gushed against my fingers, wetness soaking my hand, dripping down her thighs. Legs shook uncontrollably, arms tightening around my neck, tits bouncing against my chest as she cried my name over and over.

"Aaagh... EVAN! YES!"

I kept thrusting—deep, steady—drawing out every tremor, every pulse. Tessa licked around the stretched ring, moaning at the taste. Jasmine squeezed my balls gently through it. Kim kissed my neck, whispering how beautiful Nala looked coming apart.

When Nala finally slumped against me—panting, trembling, ass still twitching around my cock—I slowed but didn’t stop. My cock throbbed inside her, still rock-hard, still close.

I lowered Nala onto the bed, my chest heaving as I looked over the line of girls. Each one was a different brand of temptation, their eyes tracking the slick, heavy weight of my cock. I let out a long exhale, the humid air of the room pressing against my skin.

"Alright," I rasped, "who wants to be the lucky girl?"

"Me!"

The word chirped out before anyone else could speak. We all turned to look at Minne. Usually the quietest of the bunch, she was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her pale fingers twisting the hem of her white silk chemise.

"Damn, she really wants that morning sickness, doesn’t she?" Nala teased, leaning back on her elbows.

"Someone’s eager to start a family," Jasmine added with a wicked little smirk.

Minne’s face turned a shade of crimson that put the sunset to shame, her gaze dropping to the floor. I didn’t give her time to retreat into her shell. I reached out, snagging her by the waist and pulling her small, delicate frame against me. I led her to the window, the city lights reflecting off the glass like distant diamonds.

"Let’s see if that enthusiasm holds up," I whispered, bending her forward until her chest was pressed against the cool pane.

I didn’t waste time with a slow build. I lined myself up and drove into her pussy, the initial thrust forcing a high, sharp yelp from her throat. She gripped the windowsill, her knuckles white as I established a punishing, rapid-fire pace.

"Your ass is so damn cute, honey," Kayla murmured, stepping up behind us. She reached out, her hand sliding over the pale curve of Minne’s cheek, kneading the soft flesh. "Look at how it jiggles every time he hits you."

Minne buried her face in her arms, her soft whimpers of embarrassment lost in the rhythmic thwack of our bodies colliding. I kept the pressure on, my hands anchoring her hips as I pulled out with a wet pop, only to immediately plunge into her tight, virgin-like rear. She let out a choked-off sob of pleasure, her back arching into a bow.

"That’s it, Minne. Take every inch of it," I said, my breath hot against the back of her neck.

I was cycling through her now—three deep, stretching thrusts in her ass followed by a fast, shallow blurring of her pussy. I was mixing the sensations, keeping her off-balance until she was nothing but a mess of incoherent moans. The friction was reaching a boiling point; I could feel the familiar, heavy throb at the base of my spine. I was right on the edge.

"Yes, Master... please!" Minne cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. "Put it inside! I want to have your baby... please, please, fill me up!"

I felt a warm weight against my back as Jasmine leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "She earned it, don’t you think? Give her exactly what she’s begging for, Evan."

That was the final push. I let out a guttural roar, my hands nearly bruising Minne’s hips as I buried myself to the absolute hilt in her pussy.

I broke.

Rope after rope of hot, thick release surged out of me. It felt like a floodgate had been smashed open; the sheer volume was staggering. I kept pumping, my back arching as the cum overflowed, beginning to drip down her thighs and pool on the floor beneath us. Even I was stunned by the sheer amount, my body trembling with the force of the evacuation.

I pushed a few more times, shallow and desperate, making sure every last drop was delivered before I slowly, reluctantly pulled out. The sound was a heavy, wet suction.

I stood back, my chest heaving, and reached down to grab her asscheeks. I spread them wide, my eyes roaming over the wreckage I’d made. Between the messy sheen on her inner thighs and the way her entrance was twitching, she looked utterly claimed.

"Look at that..." I breathed, the words barely a whisper. "Fuck..."

I turned back, and realised the girls were looking at me with hungry eyes.

"Looks like we’re going to continue," I smirked. "Oh, boy..."

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