The Heart System Chapter 474

I delivered a smack to the left cheek, then to the right once more, switching between them, with each strike causing her buttocks to quiver and slap against my dick. The scarlet prints intensified, shining brightly on her pale skin.

"Damn... harder... make it burn... I need to feel it lingering all day..."

I complied, landing quicker, more intense slaps, as my other hand continued to finger Minne’s slit, digits thrusting rhythmically, thumb rubbing her sensitive nub. Minne’s cries rose in pitch, her hips grinding wildly against my hand.

Kayla picked up the pace, gliding more rapidly now, her cheeks smacking with greater volume, wet noises echoing through the space. "You feel so rigid right there... so girthy... shit, every ridge is pulsing against me..."

Climax approached swiftly—my balls drawing up tight, tension mounting rapidly.

Kayla sensed it as well. "You’re about to explode, right? Gonna cover my backside... yes... let me have it..."

"ARRGH... damn..."

Release hit me hard, a guttural groan escaping my throat. Spurt after spurt erupted—dense, scorching, seemingly without end. Initial jets struck her lower back, then climbed upward—splashing over her buttocks, trickling into the valley, a few flying high to dot the nape of her neck. The flow persisted—beyond what I anticipated, more than seemed feasible—creamy white lines marking her body, gathering in the dips above her rear, streaming along her legs.

The volume shocked even me—my breath catching as yet another burst hit her shoulder. "Shit... that’s a lot..."

I thrust upward into her cleft a couple more times—squeezing out the final bits—before withdrawing gradually. My dick shone slickly, remaining semi-erect. Gazing down at her rear—vivid red marks flowering on both sides, semen smeared in trails, slowly seeping toward the bedding.

Kayla adjusted her position, continuing to straddle my thighs, her enormous buttocks pressing firmly against them. My shaft—overly tender yet semi-firm from the prior orgasm—pulsed against the heated groove of her ass. She glanced over her shoulder with a languid, mischievous grin, then started shifting.

She avoided taking me in once more. Rather, she performed light hops—playful, tantalizing lifts—allowing her plump cheeks to softly pat around my length. Every minor bounce made her rear tremble and compress me between the soft mounds, the yielding tissue gliding along my cock in smooth, lubricated contact. The tip emerged from her split with each rise, vanishing again as she settled lower.

Sensitivity lingered intensely—each hop delivering a piercing tingle. A deep moan rumbled from me, hips twitching on their own. Several faint leaks escaped—slender strands of semen oozing from the head, streaking her lower spine and sliding down the swell of one buttock.

"Damn... Kayla..." I rasped, fingers digging into her hips more securely. "It’s overwhelming... way too early..."

Her soft chuckle filled the air as she eased her hops into a subtle roll, simply swaying her hips to maintain the embrace of her cheeks on my dick. "Aw, poor thing... still tingling?" She peered at Minne, positioned on her knees nearby, gaze wide and face rosy. "Looks like his member could use a thorough cleanup."

"She’s spot on," I replied, tone gravelly. Turning to Minne, I offered a tender smile. "Take care of it, sweetie. And her backside as well."

"Yes, Master!" Minne replied brightly, her voice light and melodic even as the flush extended to her collarbone.

She advanced on all fours, her petite breasts dangling below. Kayla raised her hips a bit, creating space, and Minne dove right in without pause. Her delicate tongue darted out initially, cautious laps under my cock, sampling the blend of seed and Kayla’s skin. A quiet moan escaped her at the taste, before she parted her lips further, enveloping the tip and drawing on it lightly. Her cheeks sucked in, tongue twirling over the crown, gathering every trace within reach. She moved her head gradually—accommodating just half my size—but her dedication shone through, eyes misting as she strived to satisfy.

With a gentle smack of her lips, she released and shifted upward. Kayla curved her spine deeper, offering her ass completely. Minne paused briefly, then pressed close and trailed her tongue down the groove, beginning where the semen had collected at the bottom. She swept upward with deliberate, unhurried passes, removing the heavy lines across Kayla’s lumbar area, then ascending to the mid-back, the shoulder bones. Spotting the errant strand near Kayla’s nape, Minne extended and cleaned it with tender, precise strokes that drew a contented sigh from Kayla.

"What a devoted girl," Kayla whispered, looking back with an approving smile. "Not missing a single bit..."

Minne’s complexion burned crimson, yet she persisted—tongue following the inflamed prints on Kayla’s buttocks, lapping up the semen that had trailed along the contours. My cock surged anew—stiffening completely while watching Minne’s diminutive mouth labor so earnestly.

At last, she withdrew—mouth gleaming, face heated—and extended a hesitant palm to softly clasp one of Kayla’s vast asscheeks. Her digits scarcely indented the plush mass. She kneaded it timidly, with near worship, then released and took hold of the opposite side, toying with it as if marveling at its abundance.

"So... enormous..." she breathed, tone filled with wonder.

Kayla’s gentle laugh echoed. "Try slapping it, darling."

Minne raised her palm—then let it fall in the softest tap possible. Hardly audible.

I laughed lightly. "That won’t do."

Leaning across, I administered a solid, sharp whack to that buttock. The skin undulated enticingly; Kayla sighed deeply, pressing into the contact.

Minne attempted once more—gentler still, but with added effort. A faint smack.

"Firmer," I instructed, tone soft yet commanding.

Minne nibbled her lower lip, then struck again—stronger now. The sound cracked sharply; Kayla’s flesh quivered, eliciting a satisfied murmur from her.

"That’s my good servant," Kayla cooed, turning with a playful smirk.

I grinned. "Told you, she enjoys it."

Kayla extended then—arms stretching skyward, spine bowing, her huge rear rising a touch from my legs. Her breasts swayed with the stretch. "I’m starving like a beast."

"Me too," I concurred, still regaining composure. "Let’s grab some food. Feel free to hang out here all day if you like, Kayla."

She declined with a shake, already dismounting. "I need to head home. Got chores before the New Year hits."

I inclined my head. "Understood."

Her departure to the bathroom captured my gaze, buttocks undulating mesmerizingly per step, before I faced Minne. She remained on her knees by me, eyes enormous, face blushed. I bent forward, cradled her chin softly, and planted a kiss on her brow. She softened against it, tiny hands on my torso.

Drawing away, I beamed. "Let’s go. Time for breakfast."

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