The Heart System Chapter 469

Enormous, spherical, plump, unbelievably firm even with its impressive girth. A duo of flawless, substantial damn spheres that trembled faintly with each movement, the type of rear that insisted on being noticed. Velvety, unblemished hide, a profound inherent sweep from her lower spine to her sturdy legs. As she pivoted a bit to shed the jacket, the mounds divided just sufficiently to expose the constricted tiny circle amid them—rosy, pristine this night, already fluttering as though aware of the upcoming events. Her pelvis expanded broadly, forming that curvaceous silhouette that caused my shaft to pulse more intensely simply from the view.

Tessa emitted a soft whistle from her spot on the ground. While Kayla approached me, Tessa extended her hand and landed a solid slap on one mound. The noise echoed across the space; the meat quivered attractively.

Kayla chuckled, deep and husky, then looked over her shoulder at Tessa. "Hey... easy. Save some for Evan."

Tessa smiled broadly, showing no regret. "Fuck. If I had a dick I’d fuck you every second of the day. Look at this thing." She extended her hand once more, gripping one mound firmly. "So fucking fat and perfect."

Nala inched nearer on all fours, gaze fixed on Kayla’s rear. She stretched out and glided both palms across the contours, deliberate, admiring grips. "Goddamn... this is unfair. Look how it jiggles."

Kim propped herself up slightly, still regaining her composure. "Seriously... that’s a work of art."

Minne, remaining timid, advanced on her knees. She paused, then extended a single hesitant forefinger and followed the arc of one mound—gentle, nearly worshipful. She glanced back at her own rear, then at Kayla’s once more. "I wish I had a butt like that too..."

I laughed, my tone gravelly. "You’re cute the way you are, honey."

Minne flushed more intensely but grinned.

Kayla arrived at my position, positioning herself between my parted thighs. She gazed down at my shaft—dense, lubricated, pulsating—then lifted her eyes to my expression with a gradual smile. She lifted one leg across my lap and descended, mounting me. Her enormous rear came to rest upon my upper legs, toasty and weighty, mounds expanding around my shaft as she inclined forward.

Our mouths connected—leisurely, profound, tongues intertwining. She carried the flavor of peppermint and fervor. Her palms cradled my visage, thumbs grazing my chin.

Tessa shifted to Kayla’s rear. She dropped to her knees, bent forward, and expectorated straight onto Kayla’s rear entrance, then worked it in using two digits, gradual rotations. Kayla sighed into my mouth, pelvis shifting mildly.

"Fuck... Tessa..." Kayla whispered against my mouth.

Tessa smirked, then advanced more. Her tongue darted forth—swift, playful laps encircling the edge, sampling the saliva she’d deposited. Kayla quivered, rear contracting. Tessa withdrew, expectorated anew, then employed her own fingers to gather some of her vaginal fluid and apply it to Kayla’s opening—glossy, heated, rendering all shiny.

"Get it nice and ready," Tessa whispered. "He’s gonna stretch you wide."

Tessa seized my shaft, still moist from the others, and caressed it once, twice, applying additional saliva. Then she aligned me with Kayla’s entrance, guiding the tip in gradual rotations.

Kayla released a trembling breath, descending. The tip breached the circle—constricted, heated, clasping. She sighed prolonged and subdued, lowering gradually millimeter by millimeter until her vast rear pressed completely against my upper legs, my shaft embedded fully within her rear.

"Fuuuck..." she moaned, head dropping back onto my shoulder. "You feel so different tonight, Evan... thicker... harder... stretching me so good..."

I encircled her midsection with my arms, mindful of her contours, and planted a kiss on her neck. "You feel fucking incredible... so hot... so tight... this ass was made for me."

She began undulating, leisurely initially, rising and falling, rear mounds quivering with each motion. I drove upward to match her, profound, consistent, grunting each time she settled fully.

The remaining women observed, gazes intense, palms wandering, sighing quietly as Kayla mounted me.

I continued driving upward into Kayla’s rear—leisurely, profound undulations of my pelvis that caused her vast mounds to undulate and pat lightly against my upper legs with each push. She mounted me in reverse-cowgirl position on the seat, limbs extended broadly over the supports, palms supported on my knees for support. Her spine curved, head inclined back against my shoulder, extended ebony locks cascading over my torso like raven liquid. Each time I reached the depths, she emitted a subdued, trembling sigh, her snug circle holding me as if reluctant to release.

Tessa advanced on hands and knees first—gaze riveted to Kayla’s oscillating rear as if it were the sole focus in the area. She positioned herself between my separated thighs, countenance mere inches from the spot where my shaft vanished into Kayla’s expanded opening. "Goddamn," Tessa exhaled, tone dense. "Look at this fat fucking ass taking him... so greedy, so perfect."

She inclined forward and trailed her tongue broadly along one mound—leisurely, damp, claiming—then nibbled the tender tissue with her teeth, not sufficiently to cause pain, merely enough to elicit a gasp and contraction from Kayla. Tessa sighed at the flavor, at the manner the mound vibrated against her mouth.

"Fuck... so soft... so juicy..." She nipped once more, milder, then lapped the subtle crimson trace she created, calming it with gradual loops of her tongue. Her palms rose, parting Kayla’s mounds broader to view it all: the manner my shaft expanded the rosy circle, the glossy sheen of saliva and vaginal fluid covering everything.

Kayla trembled, pelvis faltering. "Tessa... fuck... your mouth..."

Jasmine positioned herself at my side—completely bare now, ebony complexion shimmering beneath the dim illumination. She bent in and kissed me, tongue gliding against mine as one palm slipped between her own legs. Her digits located her sensitive spot, rotating swiftly, moist noises blending with the cadence of my drives into Kayla. She sighed into my mouth, pausing the kiss briefly to murmur against my lips, "You feel so fucking good tonight... thicker... harder... I can hear how wet she is every time you slide in..."

Minne—petite, rosy, still clad in her lilac slip—glided beneath us on her back, head amid my separated thighs. Her delicate lips discovered my testicles right away—tender pecks initially, then gradual laps, drawing one into her mouth with a soft hum of satisfaction. Her tiny palms cradled the other, rolling it softly while her tongue circled. "Master... so heavy... so full..." she whispered amid laps, tone subdued against my epidermis.

Kim shifted to my rear—cozy, expectant contours pressing against my back. She encircled my shoulders with her arms, directing my head rearward until it settled between her ample breasts. The plush, voluminous tissue cushioned around my ears, tips grazing my cheeks. She swayed mildly, allowing me to sense her pulse against the rear of my cranium. "Lean back, baby," she murmured, kissing the crown of my head. "Let me hold you while you fuck her..."

Jasmine ended our kiss and lowered further—her tongue darting over one of my tips, then the other, drawing gently while her digits persisted in stimulating her own core. Kim inclined over my shoulder, seizing my mouth in a profound, leisurely kiss—her tongue gliding against mine, savoring me while her breasts remained compressed against the back of my head.

Nala advanced on hands and knees beside Tessa, the pair now adoring Kayla’s rear. Nala’s ebony palms united with Tessa’s, parting the mounds even broader. "Look at this thing bounce," Nala whispered, tone worshipful. "So round... so thick... fuck, it’s beautiful." She bent in and kissed one mound—soft, open-mouthed—then lapped a prolonged line up the arc, sampling the perspiration and Tessa’s saliva. Tessa echoed her on the opposite side, nibbling softly, then calming with her tongue. In unison they lapped and kissed every reachable surface—encircling the expanded circle around my shaft, tasting our union, sighing at the mingled essence of Kayla and me.

Kayla’s sighs intensified, more urgent. "Oh god... all of you... your mouths... your tongues... Evan... fuck... don’t stop... I’m so close..."