The Heart System Chapter 471

While remaining astride Kayla, Minne stretched a petite hand backward and wove her fingers into my hair, drawing my face once more toward her pussy. I yielded willingly—my tongue delving deep within her, drawing firmly on her clit, groaning into her slick folds as I maintained my relentless, forceful thrusts into Kayla. Minne's soft whimpers evolved into piercing, urgent cries, her hips bucking downward against my lips.

The chamber echoed with a chorus of moist noises—flesh colliding sharply, my shaft driving into Kayla’s rear, Nala’s lips tending to my balls with slick smacks and sucks, Tessa’s tongue exploring every accessible spot, Jasmine’s digits pleasuring her own folds, Minne’s shrill whimpers, Kayla’s deep groans, Kim’s gentle urgings.

With one hand, I extended upward and landed a solid slap on Kayla’s right buttock—forceful enough to send ripples through the flesh and ignite a rosy glow. She let out a keen, yearning yelp, thrusting backward with greater intensity.

"Yes... spank me... keep going... I love it..."

I struck the left cheek next—then the right once more—alternating blows that caused her ass to wobble and tighten around my shaft. Vibrant handprints emerged strikingly on her skin, shimmering beneath the dim illumination.

"Fuck... harder... spank me harder... make it burn..."

"As you desire." I delivered sharper, quicker slaps—left, right, left—while continuing to pound her ass. Her moans intensified with each strike, her form quaking, buttocks trembling.

Nala drew more vigorously on my balls, her tongue circling, murmuring softly. Tessa lapped along my length and Kayla’s taut entrance whenever I withdrew. Jasmine persisted in kissing my neck, murmuring lewd compliments. Kim’s breasts remained flush against my back, her palms gliding over my torso, tweaking my nipples tenderly.

Kayla’s groans became wild. "Evan... fuck... I’m almost there again... your cock... your hand... keep going... spank me... fuck me..."

I accelerated—delivering brief, savage plunges, hips crashing ahead. My unoccupied hand continued slapping her ass—crisp, steady—each impact eliciting louder cries from her.

"Do you want to cum, Kayla?" I groaned against Minne’s clit, my words muffled.

"Yes, yes, yes..." She replied, her voice breaking. "Oh, fuck..."

The familiar UI popped up, querying whether I wished to block her climax. But... no. Not this time. This evening, I intended to revel with these ladies.

Minne climaxed abruptly—intense and sudden. Her petite frame shuddered, her pussy contracting wildly against my tongue, juices overflowing into my mouth. She wailed—shrill and quivering—her hips grinding forcefully, fingers clutching my hair tightly.

"Master... cumming... oh no... your tongue... yes!"

Kayla unraveled moments afterward.

Her cry was primal, profound, throaty, her body seizing as her ass gripped my cock like a vise. Ripples of firm, pulsing squeezes drew me in ceaselessly. Her pussy squirted, drenching Tessa’s chin and trickling onto Nala’s features. Enormous cheeks shuddered with each convulsion, thighs trembling wildly. Her spine arched, head tilting back, breasts heaving as she called my name.

"Evan... your cock... so... different! What the... oh, fuck..."

I persisted in thrusting—profound and consistent—prolonging each quiver, each contraction. Nala gently suckled my balls throughout. Tessa tongued Kayla’s expanded rim encircling my shaft, savoring the flavor with moans. Minne leaned forward limply—gasping, shuddering—her modest breasts still against Kayla’s back.

Once both women had finally subsided—breathing heavily, quivering, rears still spasming—I eased my pace but didn’t cease. My cock pulsed within Kayla, remaining rigidly erect.

I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring Minne’s lingering sweetness—pure, fresh, intoxicating—then withdrew from Kayla with a gradual, slick release. My shaft sprang out, robust and shining, layered with traces from her and prior encounters. Kayla’s ass remained elevated on the bed, buttocks radiant from my previous spanks, handprints sharply defined like marks of honor across her skin. She toppled forward with a tremulous breath, vast cheeks jiggling, entrance still fluttering open and shut in gentle echoes.

I breathed out sharply—chest rising and falling, perspiration trickling down my forehead—and gazed at Nala. She lingered on the bed between my thighs, mouth encircling my balls, tongue twirling idly as if unaware I’d halted with Kayla. Her deep eyes lifted to mine, gleaming with playfulness, and she administered one final languid suck before releasing with her own damp pop.

I leaned down, seized her by the hips, and assisted her upright. She ascended gracefully, molding her form to mine right away. Her full, dark breasts, with stiff nipples, compressed against my torso as I hoisted her effortlessly. Her legs encircled my waist naturally, ankles hooking behind me, arms encircling my neck. She kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine while her pussy slid slickly along my abdomen.

Tessa was right there—advancing on her knees, gaze fixed on Nala’s rear. "Let me prepare her for you," she whispered, her tone heavy with desire.

She drew near, parting Nala’s cheeks broadly with her hands. Tessa deposited saliva straight onto Nala’s snug entrance then worked it in using two fingers, forming gentle loops that drew a moan from Nala into my mouth. Tessa ventured lower, gathered some of her own arousal on her fingers, and applied it to Nala’s rim—smooth, heated, gleaming. She approached again, extending her tongue—swift, tantalizing laps around the edge, then probing inward just sufficiently to make Nala gasp and tighten.

"Fuck... Tessa..." Nala sighed against my mouth, hips shifting ahead. "Your tongue... so good..."

Tessa withdrew, added another spit for assurance, then took hold of my cock and positioned it. She circled the tip leisurely around Nala’s hole, then guided it forward softly. The head breached the ring—constricted, warm, clasping. Nala inhaled sharply, her head dropping back onto my shoulder.

I pressed further, sensing her inner walls expand and quiver around me. Bit by bit until my hips connected with her ass in a gentle smack. She felt extraordinarily snug—warmer than the rest this night, nearly throbbing with desire.

"Fuuuck..." Nala groaned, her legs clamping tighter around my hips. "You feel so different... thicker... harder... stretching me so good..."

I began to move—gently initially, profound hip undulations that set her breasts jiggling against my chest on each ascent. She held on more firmly, nails pressing into my shoulders, moaning into my neck.

Jasmine moved to our side, aligning her body with mine. "Goddamn... he really does feel different tonight," she whispered, her hand descending to cradle my balls as I thrust into Nala. "Bigger... heavier... fuck, I love it."

Tessa remained at the rear, palms on Nala’s cheeks, parting them further to observe my cock gliding in and out. "Look at that... her ass swallowing you whole... so fucking pretty..."