The Heart System Chapter 467

My gaze darted to the queue. Tessa chewed on her lower lip, her legs fidgeting uneasily. Nala's fingers were nestled between her legs, moving in lazy circles. Minne's face burned red, yet her eyes remained fixed on my erection without wavering. Jasmine positioned herself nearest, her robe parted wide, one hand lazily fondling her nipple as she observed me intently.

I advanced and grasped for Nala. Without a moment's pause, she moved straight into my embrace, molding her form tightly to mine. Her ebony skin felt heated, the delicate black lace teddy hugging each contour. I claimed her mouth fiercely, my tongue dancing with hers, before turning her so her back pressed to my torso. A deep, sultry laugh escaped her, as she reached back to steer my shaft toward her rear.

"I crave it upright," she whispered, her tone thick with desire. "Right now. Lean me over the bed and claim me from the back as I observe the rest awaiting their turn."

Ideal.

I guided her ahead softly until her palms supported her on the bedding next to Kim, who continued to regain her composure. Nala leaned forward at the hips, keeping her legs extended, presenting her rear invitingly. The exposed design of her teddy highlighted her backside flawlessly, her dusky skin shining, entrance already moist from the spectacle. I positioned myself, gliding the tip along her cleft, taunting her.

"Sense my eagerness," she cooed, arching back. "I've been eyeing you with the others... my rear yearns for you."

I eased in gradually, beginning slow. Her entrance yielded after a brief resistance, expanding around the tip. A sharp intake of breath escaped her, her spine curving further. Slowly I delved deeper, growling at the snug, scorching embrace. Unlike with Kim, this was more constricted, more voracious, as if drawing me inward.

"Fuuuck... yes..." Nala groaned, her head tilting down. "So thick... stuffing me so perfectly..."

I hilted fully, my pelvis meeting her cheeks, and held still—allowing her to adapt. Her inner muscles quivered, clasping me in gentle, enthusiastic throbs. I bent over her form, avoiding excess pressure, and pressed a kiss to the base of her neck.

"You feel incredible," I breathed. "So snug... so ideal... accepting me so profoundly."

"Thrust," she urged, her voice gravelly. "Pound me... demonstrate to them how you possess this rear."

I began to drive, commencing with extended, fluid motions, withdrawing nearly completely before plunging anew. Each push elicited louder cries from her, her body swaying ahead. My fingers clamped her sides, thumbs pressing sufficient to mark lightly.

Tessa acted initially, clambering onto the bed by Nala's side. She inclined toward her and planted tender kisses on Nala’s shoulder, then ascended to her neck. "You appear stunning this way," she murmured. "Folded over... receiving him so fully... your rear engulfing every bit..."

Jasmine dropped to her knees behind me, molding her breasts to my back. Her limbs encircled my midsection, one palm descending to cradle my testicles once more—soft kneads, manipulating them as I took Nala. "Notice how heavy they feel," she murmured near my ear. "All for her... all for us..."

Minne remained grounded close to Nala’s ankles, her eyes wide with wonder. She extended a hand cautiously and traced her petite fingers over Nala’s lower legs, caressing gently. "You’re so lovely... the manner you’re quivering... I adore seeing you receive him..."

Kim, still regaining her air, inched nearer on the bed. She stretched out and intertwined her digits with Nala’s, gripping softly. "You’re handling it wonderfully... observe how profoundly he enters... your rear adores it..."

I accelerated, delivering prolonged, forceful drives now, pelvis colliding sharply. The damp impact of flesh against flesh resounded through the space. Nala’s sounds escalated to wails—piercing, desperate. Her rear gripped me tightly with each motion, drawing me in, urging me further.

"God... Evan... yes... pound my rear... exactly like that... don’t cease..."

I bent over her once more, mouth by her ear. "You feel utterly flawless... so scorching... so constricted... I cherish how you clench me... cherish how your rear accepts every portion..."

"More..." she pleaded. "Stronger... please... take me with intent."

I granted her desire—quicker, more intensely, pelvis crashing ahead. My sac struck her folds with each plunge. Jasmine’s palm persisted on my balls—kneading, pulling, turning—while her free hand ascended my torso, nails grazing softly.

Nala’s wails intensified to frenzy. "Oh god... I’m near... so near... continue taking me... don’t halt..."

Jasmine pressed nearer, her words brushing my ear. "She’s about to climax intensely... sense how snug she’s becoming? She’s relishing every bit..."

I extended one arm around—mindful—and traced deliberate loops over her sensitive nub. Nala jolted fiercely, her rear seizing like iron.

"Yes... caress me there... oh fuck... Evan... I’m going to climax... climax with your shaft in my rear..."

"Let go," I groaned. "Climax for me... allow me to sense that snug rear grip me as you unravel..."

"SO FUCKING GOOD! EVAN... FUCK... I’M..."

She climaxed.

Her cry was primal, shrill and quaking, her frame shuddering beneath me. Her rear convulsed wildly around my shaft, surge upon surge of firm, pulsing contractions that drained me ceaselessly. Her core flooded over my digits, moisture drenching my palm, trickling along her legs. Limbs quivered, spine bowed, fingers raking the fabric. She uttered my name repeatedly, immersed in ecstasy.

"Evan... climaxing... climaxing intensely... your shaft... fuck... yes..."

I maintained the rhythm—profound, consistent—prolonging each shudder, each contraction. Jasmine vibrated against my neck, bestowing kisses and laps at the perspiration on my flesh. Tessa continued murmuring support, her palm light on Nala’s spine. Minne observed in amazement, voicing how exquisite she appeared. Kim held Nala’s hand more firmly.

As Nala ultimately slumped ahead—gasping, quaking, vision unfocused—I decelerated yet persisted. My shaft remained embedded fully, pulsing within her twitching rear.

Jasmine raised her head, her lips gleaming, grin mischievous. "She climaxed so elegantly... trembling that way... entirely from your shaft in her rear."

I descended and brushed a soft kiss on Nala’s shoulder. "Good girl... you handled that impeccably."

She quivered beneath my touch, still recovering her breath, rear contracting around emptiness after my withdrawal. Her ebony skin shone with perspiration, thighs vibrating faintly. I offered her a final tender clasp on the side before rising straight.

The chamber hung heavy with warmth—cries lingering in the atmosphere, the aroma of passion dense. All five regarded me: Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, Nala, Minne. Gazes shadowed, breaths rapid, forms rosy and prepared.

I retreated a pace, my erection rigid, glossy and gleaming from Nala. I regarded each successively, my tone deep yet resolute.

"Align on the ground. Every one of you. Rears elevated, turned aside."

They complied without delay—no reluctance, no inquiries. A faint whisper of cloth, subdued chuckles, hasty inhales.

Jasmine led, sinking to her knees on the rug, then folding forward onto all fours, rear hoisted prominently. The ebony robe draped aside fully, revealing her shadowed contours, suspender bands accentuating her globes.

Tessa trailed, scooting adjacent, her gown hiked to her hips. She pressed her bosom to the surface, rear raised, cheeks parted marginally by the stance.

Kim proceeded more deliberately, mindful of her abdomen, yet enthusiastic. She dropped to her knees, then inclined ahead, palms steady, rear offered, crimson silk gathered atop her sides.

Nala descended beside Kim, spine curved sharply, teddy shifted away, dusky skin radiant in the dim illumination.

Minne concluded, hesitant initially, face aflame, but she knelt as well, leaned forward, violet shift ascending to display her delicate suspender set and hose. Her petite rear rose, quivering a touch.

Five flawless rears aligned—hoisted elevated, entrances teasing, cores sparkling beneath, hose and suspenders outlining each swell. The vision alone intensified my shaft's pulse.

I approached behind Jasmine initially. Seized her sides, aligned, and drove in a fluid motion profoundly into her rear. She cried out sharply, head bowing down.

"Fuck... yes... stuff me..."