SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 515: The Temples Rest—2

Ira’s body stiffened as the first wave of orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched, her fingers clawing at the wall in front of her as a sharp, desperate cry tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down around Leon’s thick cock, squeezing him with rhythmic, convulsing contractions that seemed to go on forever. Her legs trembled violently, her knees buckling slightly as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

But Leon didn’t stop.

He kept pounding into her, his hips driving forward with the same relentless rhythm. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room — a lewd, rhythmic percussion that matched the frantic beat of their hearts. His cock slid in and out of her spasming pussy, the friction of her orgasmic walls only adding to the sensation for both of them. He wasn’t done with her yet.

Ira’s moans turned into broken, breathless whimpers as he continued to fuck her through her climax, overstimulation mixing with pleasure until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Her body was his to use, and she loved every second of it.

Leon felt his own release building. His cock swelled inside her, growing thicker, harder, stretching her even further. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. His thick white seed erupted in hot, powerful spurts, flooding her pussy with shot after shot of his load. He stayed deep inside her, his hips pressed flush against her ass, as he emptied himself completely into her waiting womb.

It was too much. Even as he pumped her full, thick ropes of cum spilled out from the sides, sliding down her thighs, dripping onto the floor beneath them. Her pussy was overflowing, unable to contain the sheer volume of his release.

When he finally pulled out, his cock slipped free with a wet pop. A gush of his seed followed immediately, spilling out of her gaping hole and pooling on the floor.

Ira’s legs gave out completely.

She collapsed forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. Her body was limp, trembling, completely spent. She remained there, on her hands and knees, her ass still raised, her pussy dripping openly — a perfect, inviting pose that made Leon’s cock twitch despite having just released.

He controlled himself. He wanted to take her again, to bury himself in her soaked, cum-filled pussy and start all over. But she was spent. He didn’t want to break her. Not tonight.

His hand, which had been occupied throughout the entire time he was fucking Ira, had been busy with Seraphine. His fingers had been fondling her breasts through her tight innerwear, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh as she stood beside him, watching the show. She had been masturbating too, her hand working between her legs as she watched Leon pound into Ira, her own arousal building with every thrust.

Earlier, she had taken his fingers into her mouth and sucked them so seductively, so deeply, that it had riled him up more than he wanted to admit. That image was still burned into his mind.

Now, he pulled her closer.

His hand found her soft ass, gripping her plump cheek firmly, pulling her toward him. She came willingly, her body pressing against his. He guided her down, forcing her to her knees in front of him, positioning her face directly in front of his wet, glistening cock. It was covered in a mix of his semen and Ira’s juices, slick and shiny in the dim light.

"Clean it," he said. His voice was low, commanding, carrying the weight of absolute authority.

Seraphine’s body shivered.

The sound of his order sent a thrill through her that she hadn’t expected. There was something about the way he said it — so matter-of-fact, so certain of her obedience — that made her core clench with arousal. She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her little tongue darting out, and began licking the base of his shaft.

She started slowly, running her tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the mixture of both of them on her lips. Salty. Musky. Intoxicating. She licked every inch of him, cleaning the remnants of their passion from his skin, her tongue working with meticulous care.

Then she took him into her mouth.

Her lips wrapped around the head, and she began to suck. Grrk... grrk... grrk... Her head bobbed forward and back, her mouth working his shaft with practiced skill. Her hands gripped his legs for support, her fingers digging into his thighs as she worked. Leon held the back of her head gently, guiding her pace, feeling the warmth of her mouth envelop him.

Her mouth was heaven. Perfectly warm, perfectly wet, her tongue working magic along his length with every movement. He grunted, his hips twitching slightly as she found a rhythm that made his eyes roll back. Her tongue had improved again — more skilled, more agile, more knowing. She knew exactly where to press, exactly how to swirl, exactly when to suck harder.

She couldn’t take all of him. His cock was too thick, too long for her mouth to accommodate fully. But she could take three-quarters of it, her lips stretched wide around his girth, her throat working to take him as deep as she could manage. And her tongue made up for what her depth couldn’t reach. She flicked and teased and caressed every inch that was inside her mouth, driving him wild.

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

The sounds of her sucking filled the room, joining the heavy breathing and the occasional moan.

Leon noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Ira was trying to stand up, her legs still shaky, her body clearly wanting to join in despite being completely spent. He freed one hand from Seraphine, who was now working her mouth along his cock with increasing enthusiasm, and reached out to Ira.

He pressed his hand gently on her back, pushing her back down. She didn’t resist. She stayed on her knees, her cum-filled pussy still visible from behind, a small puddle of his seed forming beneath her on the floor.

Leon licked two of his fingers, coating them with saliva, and then reached between Ira’s legs. His fingers found her pussy — still wet, still warm, still dripping with his cum — and slid inside her without resistance.

Her gasp was sharp, her body jolting at the sudden intrusion. But she didn’t pull away. She pushed back against his hand, wanting more.

He found her G-spot immediately. His fingers curled, pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her, and Ira’s moans turned into desperate, broken cries. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, his thumb pressing against her clit from the outside.

"Yes—yes—fuck—right there—"

Her body began to shake again, another orgasm building rapidly. His fingers worked her with practiced precision, each movement calculated to bring her the maximum pleasure.

Meanwhile, Seraphine’s mouth continued its work on his cock. Her soft, warm lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue tracing lines of fire along his length. He grunted, his hips bucking slightly into her mouth, his hand still guiding her head.

Two women. One on his cock. One on his fingers. Both completely his.

Leon leaned his head back, a deep, satisfied groan escaping his chest.

He was in heaven.