The Heart System Chapter 486

My fingers started caressing her pussy, thumb swirling around her engorged clit as they dipped into her drenched warmth. A prolonged, fractured moan escaped Mendy, resonating through the hushed chamber.

"You’re incredibly responsive, Mendy," I murmured, bending close so my warm breath brushed her neck’s nape. "I haven’t even slid back inside, and you’re already dissolving."

"Evan... please... I can’t... I need it," she whimpered, her hips grinding backward against my palm.

Withdrawing my fingers produced a slick, resonant sound. Gripping my pulsating cock, coated in her essence, I began to torment her. The tip grazed her snug, wrinkled rear entrance, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Next, I slid it along her slit’s crease until the head nestled in her folds, only to retreat and target her backside once more. Toying with her like this, I prolonged her anticipation until whimpers of desperation filled the air.

Drawing away, I landed a crisp, biting smack using my dick on her left buttock, leaving a shiny streak of pre-cum on her flesh. Startled, Mendy yelped, the sound morphing into a profound, yearning groan.

"That’s right. Tonight, you’re all mine," I snarled.

Positioning at her opening, I thrust forward in one mighty, unified push, embedding my cock fully into her pussy.

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- Critical Success: Mendy

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The instant I reached her depths, a change occurred. This wasn’t mere penetration; it was an impeccable, ruinous impact. My enhanced Luck skill, combined with the intense, pent-up strain in Mendy’s form, triggered a complete system meltdown.

Mendy didn’t merely moan; she shrieked. Her whole frame tensed rigidly, spine bowing so sharply I feared it might snap. Eyes fluttering shut as a tremendous, fierce climax ripped through her the moment my shaft contacted her inner walls. Trembling uncontrollably, her muscles gripped my length in powerful, pulsing contractions that almost buckled my legs.

"Wow," I exhaled, voice trembling while her walls pulsed around me. "You climaxed again? Right as I entered? I had no idea you craved me this intensely, Mendy."

"Evan... I... I don’t know what’s happening to me..." she panted, tone hoarse and faint. Tears streamed as her nails clawed the satin bedding. "But keep pounding me... please... don’t stop... just keep pounding me!"

No further urging required, I set a fierce, relentless pace, hips slamming ahead with savage power. Grasping her hair, I tugged her head rearward, arching her back into a profound curve. Each plunge sent the slap of our flesh reverberating, a thick, moist smack amid her shrill cries of ecstasy.

"You’re gripping me so tightly," I rasped, hot breath on her ear. "Was this running through your mind back home? Me slamming you into the bed like this?"

"Yes! Fuck... yes! I couldn’t... I couldn’t stop thinking about you!" she wailed.

Now I was pounding her relentlessly, motions a frenzy of rub and blaze. The extreme sensitivity from the Critical Success had her senses frayed and vulnerable. Each drive struck like a new surge of electricity. Heat poured from her body, her scent of desire thick in the atmosphere. Adjusting hold, my hands shifted from hair to hips, steadying her as I yanked her into each impact.

"You’re handling it beautifully," I rumbled, sinews tensing to drive her harder. "As if crafted for this. Crafted for me."

Mendy had lost all coherence, her cries dissolving into frantic begs. Teetering on another summit, her form quivered with the strain of awareness. Accelerating, my strokes shortened into fiercer jabs, pressing her against the bed’s brink. Pressure mounted within, my own heat cresting to explosion.

"That’s it, Mendy. Accept every bit. Prove how desperately you crave being filled," I whispered sharply.

She hit her third peak... or fourth? Difficult to count. Her body seized in ultimate rigidity. Her pussy convulsed with near-painful force, voice peaking in a broken scream as orgasm overwhelmed her to near-faintness. She collapsed onto the mattress, limbs quaking too fiercely to hold her up.

Remaining sheathed within, my pulse thundered in my chest, just as the bedroom door’s latch clicked, piercing the quiet.

The girls were... damnation.

A parade of ebony lace, ivory silk, and utter allure. They entered sequentially, each donned in a skimpy, ultra-seductive maid ensemble variation.

Jasmine spearheaded in timeless French maid attire—a petite black velvet corset hoisting her bosom skyward, matched with a frilly white apron scarcely veiling her upper thighs. Tessa opted for edgy flair, her sheer mesh top and minuscule pleated skirt akin to a belt, topped by a white lace choker.

Kim appeared luminous and fertile, her snug maid gown embracing her slight pregnancy swell, white apron ties knotted in a grand bow over the mound. Nala’s ebony complexion shone against a profound purple silk maid garb, utterly open-backed, secured by slender silver chains sparkling in the room’s glow.

Kayla sported a duo-piece—a white ruffled bra and coordinating thong with a wee apron upfront, accentuating her fitness-sculpted rear curves. Minne, tonight’s focal point, seemed adorably bashful in a classic long-sleeved maid top cropped to bare her abdomen, teamed with a translucent white skirt and white lace garters.

Finally, Delilah. Positioned upfront, her sleek black satin bodysuit featured a white frilled neckline. Hands akimbo, her elongated, athletic legs sheathed in sheer black nylons vanishing into the suit’s shadowy edge.