Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 992: Devoured (r-18)

Her hips ground harder—brazenly shameless, wildly desperate, utterly beastlike—pressing that drenched black lace onto my lips as if desperate to screw my very spirit right through my face and let it spill dripping onto the floor.

The glass desk creaked beneath her crouched bulk like it pleaded for pity; her mature,thick thighs shook fiercely around my ears, glossy streaks of taboo mommy-cunt nectar tracing hot, lewd paths down my neck and saturating my collar in a baptism of pure vice.

Every gasp I drew was filled with her alone—pungent, musky, heavy with the aroma of a female untouched in the way she deserved since long before this tower even existed—and my shaft ached fiercely against my zipper, pre-cum seeping out solely from the illicit flavor already glazing my tongue like smuggled treasure.

I snagged two fingers on the gusset of her panties—lace pulled thin to near transparency, soaked through as if she'd teased herself mercilessly thinking of me all morning—and tore them away with a slick, savage rip.

The material stripped from her puffy folds with a lewd slurping noise, sticky ropes of her excitement bridging and breaking like spiderwebs between the lace and her gleaming flesh.

Her pussy stood exposed at last—damn, a mature woman's pussy packs a different punch... plump outer lips splayed open wide as if pleading to be pried apart once more, deep pink and glossy, inner lips blooming vivid rose and leaking like fruit too long under the sun, clit swollen huge and twitching openly at the peak, beating furiously like a secondary pulse that recognized its true master instantly.

A thick drop of her slick oozed from her opening and trickled languidly toward her tight rear entrance, etching a shiny path that screamed invitation.

I rumbled—deep, primal, Dark Lord savage—before I feasted on her pussy.

My tongue pressed broad against her gateway initially—a lengthy, languid, claiming sweep from the leaking base clear to the top, gathering the rich, tangy-sweet torrent of aged, illicit elixir that had simmered within her for years like prohibited vintage.

She jerked sharply—"Fuuuck—yes—devour my cunt—!"—voice splintering hoarse, fingers tugging my hair with scalp-searing force like a hot iron mark.

I gulped down each bit she released—irresistible, heated, lining my throat like indelible wickedness—then thrust inward, tongue diving profound, plunging her with measured, intentional thrusts that hooked along her upper ridge as no one ever had, seeking the trigger to make her spray her disgrace across my features and wreck my shirt forever.

Her channel walls quivered and gripped my invading tongue as if it were manhood—ravenous, convulsing, attempting to wring seed from what wasn't there yet; even more of her famished pussy's nectar surged around my lips, trickling off my jaw to gather on the glass under her rear like proof she'd never justify to the cleaners.

Her cries grew louder, enough to alert those beyond the door—"Nnghhh... hahhh... deeper—fuck me with that demon tongue—!"—hips bucking ahead, humping my face as though aiming to snap my neck with her pussy and label it teasing.

I drew back slightly to target her clit—bloated, crimson, protruding boldly as if decades in waiting to be

I lapped around it with my tongue's broad side—deliberate, taunting spirals—then snapped at the sensitive underside with rapid, cruel flicks that locked her thighs on my head like iron and jolted her frame as if electrocuted.

She mewled—piercing, fractured, the noise of a proper lady crumbling at last—frame spasming with each assault on that small, howling nub.

I drew the pearl between my cheeks, tongue whirling mad loops as I pulled hard like extracting decades of bottled climaxes in a single voracious draw.

Her clit pulsed madly on my tongue, thumping in rhythm with her frantic heartbeat; new waves of scorching lust filled my mouth per harsh suck as if she'd flood me under in her yielding.

My right hand crept along her shuddering thigh—digits slick already—then two drove right into her drenched core unannounced, teaming up to make her feel adored beyond measure, widening her pussy further as my tongue continued whipping her clit like a lash crafted for torment and bliss together.

She shrieked—"Ahhh—fuck—yes—split me wide, Eros—!"—inner muscles seizing so fiercely my knuckles paled while I bent them up, caressing that textured bliss zone with merciless, expert accuracy.

Oh, rest assured I'll stretch you proper, Sable... I began thrusting rapidly—squelching lewdly resounding in the office like immersive adult film—while my tongue lashed quicker, yanking her clit in brief, brutal tugs that seized her form rigid and sent her breasts jiggling madly within the tattered gown.

—her torso remained confined in the rumpled cream silk, bodice taut obscenely over voluptuous, swinging mounds.

With my spare hand I stretched upward—fingers snaring the neckline—and ripped down savagely, silk ripping faintly as her enormous breasts tumbled out.

Lucky me... These orbs filled my palms, picture how countless guys dreamed of them, yet here I, a mere youth, claim them.

They jiggled weightily—plump, hanging full, tips dusky rose and rock-solid, already weeping small droplets of excitement from her body's deep-seated memory of purpose.

The gold chain nestled between, its pendant swaying like a clock in her profound valley with each frantic hip twist.

I ravaged those heavy mommy tits—kneading the plush, giving meat till fingers buried deep, thumbs grinding rigid peaks in savage orbits—then nipped both together, wrenching just right to draw her gasp of ecstasy-agony.

She pleaded and I delivered what the stunner craved as my tongue stayed glued to her clit and digits hammered her leaking pussy, three fingers now, spreading her broader, readying for the rod that would redefine her whole being and wipe out every prior carnal memory.

She lay utterly destroyed—thighs shuddering madly about my head, hips circling in depraved, urgent loops, pussy gripping and squirting on my driving fingers, clit swelling as if set to burst.

Her nectar glazed my whole lower face, streaming warm down my neck, flooding my collar like a sudden deluge of depravity. I savored her as holy elixir—growling into her core, sending shudders through her depths as I pounded fingers fiercer, tongue fluttering over her clit in rapid frenzy.

The room stank of primal, savage rutting: sloppy slaps of fingers ravaging her, her fractured nnghhh... pleas—"please—turn your taboo whore to cum—!"

—the desk's groan under her perched, convulsing mass, the distant hum of the structure warning anyone might burst in to witness her exposed—breasts bare, pussy packed, grinding my face like the empire's priciest harlot.

She teetered on the brink—legs quaking to collapse, channel convulsing madly, clit hammering my tongue signaling utter capitulation.

Her thighs locked round my head in silken jaws, quivering wildly as the initial devastating surge ripped through. Hot nectar jetted in pulsing bursts—dense, sugary deluges bathing my tongue, lips, trailing filthy from my chin while I swallowed her essence as rite.

I snarled the command right into her twitching pussy, tone rumbling via bloated lips onto her pulsing pearl:

Sable’s spine bowed in a fierce curve, lush chest rising and falling, nipples gem-hard and deeply flushed. A guttural, shattered wail escaped—part howl, part supplication—as her pussy gripped and rippled empty, hole blinkingopen and shut in frantic twitches expelling another spurt of milky bliss.

Her pelvis lurched wildly, rubbing her drenched gash on my mouth, painting my features with her climax while nails clawed my scalp to burn.

Every fiber tensed then fragmented in echoes; her depths waved in drawn-out, sucking waves, yearning to drag in whatever—

Her grip yanked my hair—hips crashing down once more—issuing voiceless, feral cries as she exploded, hosing hard my mouth in fierce, humiliating streams while her form seized as if purged by tongue and digits solely.

The danger still pulsed yet it meant nothing.

Just her wrecked pussy on my tongue. Her weighty tits in my cruel grasp. Her shattered cries echoing the office like sin's most delicious, dirtiest anthem.