Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 920 Mira Stop Pretending

"Let's see if this slut's pussy is wet..."

She undid the knots, and Mira turned slightly to let her remove the last piece of clothing.

Her mound was plump and full, like a bun when her legs were closed, with only a small tuft of fine hair.

Her thighs were rigidly together, but it wasn't tension, more like excitement, given that she was kneeling over her unattainable crush.

"Open up, you slut..."

"All that talk, let's see how wet you get with a man."

Her legs trembled as they parted, nervous excitement.

This was beyond anything she'd experienced. Though she'd had many girlfriends, it had always been one-on-one. A threesome was new.

The man holding her was a stranger, strong and unfamiliar. Her first time with a man was already overwhelming.

And now, her unattainable crush, the most stunning woman from her youth, her number one fantasy, was bare before her.

The one she'd longed for, the subject of countless dreams... now naked in front of her.

She wanted to push the man aside and pounce on Nancy, but she knew Nancy was straight. She couldn't risk it.

Despite her lingering aversion to men, she let him lick her nipples while his hands moved to her thighs.

He lifted her, arms hooked under her knees, spreading her trembling legs.

The position was humiliating, like a child being held for a diaper change, exposing not just her pussy but her asshole too.

All three held their breath, minds reeling, hearts pounding.

Being held this way, her pussy bared in such a degrading pose, Mira's mind was blank. She couldn't even process how she felt.

She stared at Nancy, whose beautiful face was inches from her cunt.

Nancy's flushed face and wide eyes were fixed on her pussy, lips parted and trembling. Mira longed to pull her head down, to beg for even a few kisses, craving the soul-deep satisfaction.

But she didn't dare. She could see Nancy was devoted to this man. Any misstep and she'd lose this chance forever.

A thought crystallized in her mind, she'd given up hope of turning Nancy straight, but she still craved this beauty.

But she didn't dare. She could see Nancy was devoted to this man. Any misstep and she'd lose this chance forever.

A thought crystallized in her mind, she'd given up hope of turning Nancy straight, but she still craved this beauty.

To really join this depraved circle, she had to sleep with this man. Only by sharing a man could she get close to them.

Through this, she might even get a taste of Nancy, Chloe, and Deewa. And perhaps, with this playboy surrounded by beauties, there would be other surprises.

With that, her last hesitation vanished. Sacrificing a little was worth it, if it meant becoming a part of this, even if it meant being used.

Her legs trembled, her full buttocks quivering. Her plump pussy was fully exposed, thick labia like fleshy petals, pale pink and quivering.

Her pubic hair was sparse and fine, delicate like a young girl's, not shaved, but naturally fine.

Her labia contracted with her emotions, the tiny clit peeking out under its hood, half-hidden like a shy bud.

This was a pussy that, despite many girlfriends, lacked real experience, nothing like a mature woman's.

Her slit was tiny, barely finger-wide, youthful and unbearably tight.

It was already soaked. The inner walls pulsed with excitement, covered in a dewy sheen, secreting clear love juice.

Her pink asshole twitched, coated in her wetness, so tempting it made you want to violate that virgin territory.

Mira turned her head away in shame. Luis gripped her breasts, kneading them as he licked her flushed cheek.

"Big Sis, touch her and see how wet she is..."

The words were like a devil's whisper. Both women trembled at the irresistible pull of his suggestion.

With a mix of teasing and disdain, Nancy swallowed hard and reached out a trembling hand to touch Mira's pussy.

Her tone still dismissive, she said, "Bubbles, all that talk about hating men, look at how wet you are. It's even dripping down to your asshole."

Like Leah and Nina, she was the type of lesbian who could still accept men.

She responded physically to a man's touch and teasing.

In contrast, Bella's rejection was deeply ingrained, stemming from family pressure and exposure to extreme ideologies abroad. Her repulsion was both psychological and physiological, almost pathological, a genuine tragedy.

So Luis was pleased that Mira had a normal reaction. He was confident that once Nancy was fully involved, this voluptuous woman would willingly please him.

"Ah..."

Mira moaned excitedly, shaking her hips as if resisting. "You bitch, you're not even into this, don't touch me..."

It was a clever act. She was clearly enjoying it, but she knew Nancy's personality well. Feigning resistance was just a way to provoke her.

"Don't..."

Mira's body went rigid instantly.

But her resistance had the opposite effect, it only excited Nancy more. "Fuck, you're soaked. Stop pretending."

She clumsily mimicked Luis's moves, and even with her inexperience, it worked well.

Drunk or not, Nancy wasn't stupid. She sensed she was being manipulated, but chose to play along.

Maybe she'd felt disgusted before, but once the fire was lit, desire took over.

"Hell no, you won't let me touch you? Watch me, what are you gonna do about it?"

Nancy fell for it. Rolling her eyes, she slipped a finger into Mira's cunt, while her other hand parted her labia and teased her sensitive clit.

"Don't... mmm..."

Mira arched her back, stifling a moan. She was in absolute bliss, terrified of being caught.

Her eyes were dazed and seductive. She gritted her teeth, trembling as if in agony, pretending to resist Nancy's sudden assault.

But inside, she was ecstatic, barely restraining herself. She didn't want this perfect moment to end.

Their eyes met, and Luis understood. He grinned. "Sis, this slut's not cooperating. She needs to be punished."

"How... how do we do that?"

Nancy was still fairly innocent when it came to sex.

Luis grinned, fondling Mira's breasts, flipping her onto all fours as if ready for doggy style.

He grabbed her hair, making her look up, and rubbed the head of his cock against her red lips. Mira instinctively clamped her mouth shut, disgusted.