The Heart System Chapter 487

"Wow!" Nala burst out, her gaze expanding as she absorbed the sight on the bed. "Mendy really arrived?"

"And it seems she didn't merely show up to observe," Jasmine chimed in, her tone laced with teasing playfulness as she eyed the disheveled sheets.

A deep, contented growl escaped me as I withdrew, the wet sound of my cock slipping from Mendy's drenched warmth resounding through the silent space. She collapsed ahead, her body glowing with a profound crimson flush while attempting to bury her face in the cushions.

"Oh, she climaxed plenty," I grinned, brushing away a droplet of her essence from my leg. "Tonight, the 'watcher' position clearly wasn't her thing."

"We skipped the opening scene!" Tessa quipped, flipping her hair back. "Poor Mendy, just ten minutes solo with him and she's already shattered."

"Don't rib her excessively, Tess," Kayla remarked, sporting her own sly smile. "She's simply jumping ahead in the party."

The women entered the chamber, encircling the bed and welcoming Mendy with gentle chuckles and sly glances. I rose, my breaths coming heavy as I surveyed the row of ladies in their outfits.

"Wow..." I murmured, my sight drifting across the array of lace and stockings. "Maid costumes, eh? I had no idea I was assembling a complete team this evening."

"After all, we're toasting Minne's pregnancy," Tessa explained, advancing until she invaded my personal area. Her fingers trailed along my jawline. "As the lead maid, it made perfect sense for us to match her style. See it as an homage to the fresh life you've begun."

Facing them, my erection stood rigid and pulsing, shining beneath the illumination as it jerked eagerly. The chamber resembled a tinderbox, the atmosphere dense with the aroma from seven distinct women and the intense, primal tension of the impending events.

"I'm sure I can line up ample tasks for such a group," I declared, my tone sinking into a deep, authoritative growl.

Tension in the primary sleeping quarters had surged to a boiling point, luxurious fragrance blending with the earthy hint of Mendy's fresh climax. The women refused to pause for my initial action. Amid a shared, cheeky laugh, Jasmine and Nala seized Minne's slim shoulders, urging her ahead.

"The star of the evening ought to lead off," Nala murmured, her ebony eyes gleaming.

Minne faltered a bit, her pale silk maid apron billowing as she ended up directly before me. Lifting her gaze, her face blended timidity with the pure, nurturing radiance that had enveloped her since the announcement. My palm cradled her chin, lifting it gently. Our lips met in a profound kiss, a deliberate, owning gesture flavored by the shared future we'd ignited.

In the background, Mendy stayed sprawled over the smooth sheets, her bosom rising and falling rapidly as she observed with stunned, expansive eyes. She appeared to still be grasping the vastness of it all, her digits clutching the bedding while the "servants" closed around her.

Jasmine wouldn't allow the instant to drag. She hauled a sturdy, plush-padded seat from the edge and positioned it centrally, slapping the cushion with a crisp, alluring tap.

"Take a seat, Master," she ordered, her words a seductive murmur. "You've labored sufficiently with Mendy. Now let us demonstrate true service."

I pressed one final kiss to Minne, a drawn-out graze of mouths that stole her breath, before settling into the chair. My member remained firm as stone, beating against the breeze in expectation. Reclining, my limbs settled on the ornate rests, I observed the group tightening.

Kayla initiated the advance.

She advanced between my thighs, placing her palms on my shoulders for support. Pivoting, she displayed the toned, athletic splendor of her rear. The minuscule white apron failed to conceal how her thong vanished into the profound, sculpted cleft of her glutes. Through a deliberate, rolling descent, she sank until that ideal mass pressed squarely onto my groin.

Her lapdance unfolded like an overwhelming barrage to the senses. Kayla swayed with a steady, intense rub, her pelvis circling languidly to drag my length along her undergarment's material. Each downward press sent my heartbeat racing in my neck. Her flesh burned, emitting a scorching heat that penetrated my own.

"Enjoying the sight, Evan?" she breathed, glancing back with a playful blink.

" 'Like' doesn't quite capture it," I groaned, my grip settling on her hips for stability.

The rest of the women had no intention of merely spectating. Nala positioned herself at the chair's rear, her slender, shadowed hands gliding across my torso before bending forward. She slung her arms around my neck, her ample chest—scarcely held by the purple silk—grazing my features. Her aroma, reminiscent of vanilla mixed with spice, overwhelmed my senses as she nibbled my earlobe.

To my right, Delilah approached, her dark stockings rustling softly as she dropped to her knees beside the arm. She extended her arm, fingers weaving into my locks to guide my face her way. No kiss came; rather, her tongue traced my jaw's edge, while her free hand massaged my leg.

Tessa, always the provocateur, shifted behind Kayla. She clasped both of Kayla's firm cheeks, gripping the solid flesh with a hungry smirk. Parting them a touch, she revealed the slim lace strand to my gaze, then started smacking in rhythm with the tune from a nearby device.

Smack. Smack.

"Maintain that hip rhythm, Kayla," Tessa chuckled. "He's beginning to jerk."