The Heart System Chapter 468

I delivered three powerful plunges into her, profound and rhythmic, as her inner walls clenched around me firmly. Then I withdrew with a slick pop and shifted over to Tessa.

Tessa pressed back with eagerness while I entered her, her heat enveloping me tightly, still moist from before. After two intense strokes, her moan shifted to a whine as I pulled away once more.

Kim was next. I approached more gently, cautiously, teasing the tip against her entrance before easing inside. She let out a gasp, her back curving even more.

"Ohhh... so good... keep going..."

I gave her three soft yet thorough thrusts, allowing her to sense every bit. A whimper escaped her when I slid free.

Nala followed. She was soaked, her rear already lubricated from the sight. I glided in without resistance, moaning at the warmth. Four forceful plunges followed, her sounds sharp and urgent.

Minne came last. She let out a whimper the instant I made contact, a mix of nerves and thrill. I teased the tip at her small entrance, then entered gradually. A soft cry came from her, her petite frame quivering.

"Master... oh god... so big..."

Two leisurely, profound movements, giving her time to adapt, before I withdrew.

Returning to Jasmine, I plunged in forcefully, delivering four rapid pumps. Her moans intensified, her hips meeting mine. Then to Tessa, five solid strokes, her rear tightening with each full entry. For Kim, it was unhurried, attentive, but complete. She breathed contentedly with every push. Nala received it rougher, her cries growing frantic.

Man, dizziness was setting in.

With Minne, I started light and surface-level, then went fuller. She shook, murmuring "yes... yes..." each time I occupied her.

I alternated between them, a single plunge here, two there, three elsewhere—circling around, never lingering to let release happen, but holding them all in suspense. The space echoed with damp impacts, groans, labored breaths. Each rear held me uniquely, Jasmine's firm and eager, Tessa's warm and quivering, Kim's cozy and yielding, Nala's voracious and throbbing, Minne's compact and shaky.

"Goddamn," I growled, exiting Minne and reentering Jasmine. "All of you... so fucking perfect... taking me so well..."

Jasmine drove back forcefully. "Don’t stop... keep going... I love feeling you move between us..."

Tessa looked over her shoulder, gaze hazy. "It’s so hot... watching you fuck them all... knowing you’ll come back to me..."

Kim moaned gently. "You feel so good inside me... so deep... I could stay like this forever..."

Nala pushed against me during her moment. "Harder... please... I need it..."

Minne whimpered with each entry. "Master... it’s so much... I love it..."

The pace continued, now quicker in rotation. One forceful entry into Jasmine, two into Tessa, three into Kim, four into Nala, five into Minne, then repeating. Their voices merged, varying in pitch, urgent and yearning, dominating the air.

Suddenly, Jasmine reached behind, seizing my shaft as I left Minne. She gave it a swift stroke, then bent to lap at the tip, savoring the mix of flavors from us all.

"Hey," Tessa chuckled, out of breath in her stance. "Jeez, wait your turn."

Jasmine glanced up, smirking. "I can’t. He feels so different tonight... thicker... harder... I love it."

Nala agreed with a moan. "Me too... he’s hitting deeper... feels so good..."

Kim let out a pleased sigh. "It’s like he’s bigger tonight... or maybe we’re just more sensitive... fuck..."

Minne whimpered. "I can feel it too... he’s so hot inside me..."

I groaned, plunging back into Jasmine—vigorously. "You’re all driving me crazy... keep talking like that..."

Twice more into her, profoundly, then to Tessa for three strong ones. Kim got slow, thorough. Nala, quick and intense. Minne—tender yet complete.

Their sounds escalated, more insistent. Forms swaying, rears thrusting to greet me upon entry.

"God... Evan... yes... keep going... don’t stop..."

I accelerated, circling swifter, pushes more intense. Damp echoes bounced from the walls, blending with their cries and gasps. Perspiration trailed down my back, torso, forehead—muscles aching, yet the fervor among us soared. Their rears squeezed firmer per cycle—fiery, slippery, ideal, varied in feel, each propelling me nearer the brink without crossing.

Jasmine's groans were deep and husky whenever I delved into her, surging back as if insatiable. Tessa's were lighter, more airy, her frame jerking ahead per impact. Kim's were milder, more melodic, her rounded belly on the bed as she swayed softly onto me. Nala's were keen and demanding, her toned skin gleaming with moisture as she bent further. Minne's were faint, timid whimpers, yet her tiny rear gripped tightly with each filling.

The tempo remained relentless, one profound entry into Jasmine, two into Tessa, three into Kim, four into Nala, five into Minne, looping back. Quicker. Fiercer. Their exclamations fused into an unending surge: inhales, groans, begs, my name repeated endlessly.

"Evan... yes... don’t stop... keep going..."

"God... so deep... I love how you feel inside me..."

"Please... more... just like that..."

Time blurred on rotations, ten, twenty? Just that each withdrawal and next insertion found them warmer, damper, more frantic. My shaft pulsed per movement, ridges bulging, tip engorged, coated in their essence.

Then, three distinct raps at the door.

A brief pause gripped us all. My length was fully sheathed in Nala’s rear then, her depths pulsing around it.

I eased my pace but kept moving, continuing steady, full glides within her. A quick look to the door, then to Minne nearby, still positioned, face rosy.

"Honey," I uttered, tone gravelly yet composed, hips advancing into Nala anew, "can you get the door? Should be Kayla."

Minne’s eyes grew wide, but she assented promptly. "Y-yes, Master."

She rose hastily, her light purple garment hiking up, nylons rustling softly, and dashed to the entrance. We others persisted: me still working Nala’s rear with measured pushes, the women observing, panting heavily, hands gliding over themselves or grazing me, Jasmine’s palm on my lower back, Tessa’s digits on my leg.

Minne cracked the door, glanced out, then beamed timidly and moved aside.

Kayla entered.

Tall and voluptuous, she exuded assurance—dark tresses cascading freely. A black overcoat to her thighs, loosely fastened. Her shoes tapped lightly as she advanced, gaze scanning—five bare, rosy females aligned on the ground, me embedded fully in Nala’s rear.

Her smile emerged—gradual, mischievous.

"Hey, everyone," she spoke, tone velvety and even. "Looks like I missed the warm-up."

"Kayla," I replied, granting Nala a final profound push before easing out. She whined at the emptiness. I breathed heavily, perspiring, torso rising and falling, and retreated. My member swayed, robust and glossy, ridges prominent.

I approached the seat by the desk, sank into it, and parted my thighs a bit—shaft erect, shimmering.

Kayla’s grin broadened. She undid the belt, allowing the coat to slip from her form. It gathered at her feet.

Nothing but bare skin beneath.

And that rear...

Jesus fucking Christ.