Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 636 Don't Act Like Animal

Luis thrust gently while bending down to kiss her, fingers laced together as he grasped her slender, jade-like hands.

This technique always worked wonders, be it with an innocent maiden or a wedded lady, delivering the ideal finishing caress right at the climax.

Her womb brimmed full, and following that intense release moments ago, the lingering motions felt profoundly gentle, like soothing reassurance after seizing this hallowed territory.

That delicate pleasure was utterly delightful; in that instant, the merging of soul and body turned profoundly real.

Maybe it stemmed from bottling up their cravings for one another's forms for far too long. During their lovemaking in the fresh bedroom, thrill lingered, yet it blended with extra unease and apprehension.

The dawn rendezvous held romance, yet the doubt of others being present imposed restraint, hindering complete abandon.

Thus, this session burned with exceptional fervor. Shedding all inhibitions and fully savoring one another, the reciprocated bliss was so wonderful that their spirits seemed to dissolve in rapture.

"Brother-in-law… how come you… released so much again??"

Almost ten minutes elapsed, yet Luis remained atop her, unwilling to withdraw his semi-erect cock.

The enchanting sister-in-law broke the silence first, her features flushed with bliss as she peppered kisses on Luis's cheek and murmured, "You wicked fellow, flooding me with so much inside, I feel stuffed to the brim, completely overflowing."

After taking Yang Minda once at 9.6 stamina, it had been oral, so he barely noted the quantity.

Ejaculating within Nancy for the initial time brought a wholly novel sensation. By reason, successive climaxes ought to lessen the load.

Yet this round appeared even greater than the prior pair; overflowing her proved deeply gratifying.

"It's because my lovely sister-in-law mesmerizes me so; whatever we share, it leaves me craving more."

Luis drew her close for a kiss too. Their perspiration-slicked forms clung tight, and this pheromone-rich intimacy felt superb.

Once their lip-locking subsided, Nancy recovered her vigor and whined playfully, "I'm not refusing you, but mind your health. Avoid excess."

Even this ethereal sister-in-law dispensed such tender scolding; the shift filled Luis with unique pride.

Following some tender moments, Nancy grinned mischievously and requested, "Brother-in-law, princess-carry me back to bed for rest."

Her gaze, hazy from fulfillment, brimmed with desire. Despite their sinful curves, such bridal carries came seldom.

She, Chloe, and Deewa all cherished it alike: Luis delivered their debut princess carry. Then, they first savored conquest as dainty, fragile females.

Luis laughed softly, extracted his member, eyed his sister-in-law's alluring gaze, and scooped her up in a princess carry to the bedroom.

Nancy beamed with delight, pecked his cheek, and declared, "No shower for me; tomorrow's fine. I crave dozing with your seed lingering inside. Yesterday's trial was delightful."

With those words, her soft pecks trailed lower.

She engulfed his semen- and nectar-coated shaft in her mouth, sucking it clean with her lovely lips in a tantalizing manner.

Luis's tone roughened from ecstasy. Gazing at the once-yearned deity, the forbidden idol, now positioned between his thighs.

Freshly ravaged and brimming with his essence, she licked his cock spotless; the mental thrill surged overwhelmingly.

Once finished tidying him, Nancy whispered tenderly, "Sweetheart, brother-in-law, fetch me some water please…"

"You pounded me fiercely last night, and once more this morning…"

"You turned beastly moments ago, so ferocious. My tight pussy's worn out; no walking for me…"

How to deny such a sultry beg? He fetched her water kindly, closed the drapes, lit the bedside lamp, handling it all effortlessly.

The bewitching sister-in-law flashed a captivating smile, kissed Luis once more, then added, "Darling, exhaustion hits hard, waist aches a touch; time for sleep. Change the sheets, alright?"

She epitomized laziness incarnate. Her cunning grin revealed premeditated scheming.

Luis brimmed with vitality still, unprepared for her feigned innocence. Truthfully, each lady boasted distinct traits; therein lay the charm of relishing their specialties.

After brief cuddling, Luis aided shutting the door and departed ahead.

The door clicked shut just as he glimpsed her dabbing sweat from her skin and yawning widely.

Everyone knew this net-surfing, mooching ethereal sister-in-law ranked supreme among night owls. Though weak to booze and averse to nightlife outings, domestically, bedtime never struck before midnight.

Yet drowsiness claimed her now, signaling utter fatigue. Indeed, intercourse taxes both genders heavily, draining vast stamina.

"Damn…"

Returning to the chamber, Luis deemed the ethereal sister-in-law pure liquid. Their passion's damp patch sprawled excessively...

Nearly washbasin-sized. He'd never realized her floods ran so profuse...

Good-girl Nancy made it back by 10:30.

Fresh off swapping the linens, Luis fielded her ring. Sweetly, she offered, "Honey, shall I grab you food? Chloe and I've eaten plenty."

"Check with my elder sister. Your presence curbs her nagging."

Her elder sibling's dominance lingered in trauma. Pregnant, her meals demanded wholesomeness, nourishment, above all blandness and ease.

Yet Nancy yearned for flavorsome bites. Fried delights like KFC, fiery crawfish, barbecue frequented her indulgences.

Without Luis's elevated family standing, neither elder sis nor mother-in-law spared scoldings. Thus, perks flowed her way.

"Big sis crashed early!!"

"Huh?? This soon??"

Familiarity bred disbelief. Luis quipped instantly: "Skip details. She poked in our space eyeing your beauty aids."

"Claimed inspecting pregnancy-safe makeup, then spilled a vial on bedding."

"She bolted to her quarters feigning sleepiness, dumping cleanup on me. Sheets just swapped…"

The alibi rang true. Matriarchal elder sis Nancy could turn tyrannical, idle, commanding at times.

"Gotcha, hubby. Tough work. Food pick?"

"Nah, hurry home!!"

Moments later, Nancy and Chloe ascended. Evidently, girl-talk flowed joyously, bonds tight amid giggles.

Chloe skipped shoe-swap, lingered threshold-bound, grinned: "Mission escort complete. Safely yours now, hubby."

"Overnighting?"

Nancy queried gently.

"Nope!"

Chloe declined, beaming: "Baby's absence wrecks my sleep."

"Sweetie, see Chloe down?"

Nancy stifled a yawn sheepishly.

Nearing eleven, her routine favored early rest-rise; pregnancy amplified sleepiness.