The Heart System Chapter 492

At the exact moment Tessa achieved a frenetic, blurred pace, Delilah advanced. Without uttering a word, she moved with predatory focus. Mounting the bed, the fabric of her black stockings rustled softly against the sheets as she positioned herself squarely above my face. She acted instantly, dropping her weight until her dampened core pressed firmly against my lips.

The fragrance of her arousal saturated my senses. I required no redirection. Reaching up, I grasped Delilah’s firm glutes, kneading the silk-covered flesh until my fingers nearly touched. I began to worship her, my tongue dancing in wide, famished strokes over her sensitive center while Tessa continued her vigorous assault on my cock from above.

I felt caught in the middle of a dual inferno. Hovering over me, Tessa was a whirlwind of relentless motion, her gasps of ecstasy pulsing through my hips. Beneath her, Delilah offered a heavy, saturated weight against my face, her hips undulating against my mouth while I used my tongue to push her toward the summit. The squelching sounds of my mouth against Delilah synchronized with the steady, rhythmic impact of Tessa riding my lap, creating a chaotic symphony.

"Damn it, Evan... that’s perfect... keep going," Delilah moaned, her voice muffled as she braced herself against the headboard.

I reached past Delilah’s thighs, my thumbs finding her sensitized nub to apply a vibrating pressure while my tongue remained entrenched. She was clearly nearing her zenith, her internal muscles trembling against my face. Meanwhile, Tessa altered her cadence, shifting into deep, grinding circles that threatened to undo my very frame.

"You girls are... insatiably wet," I groaned, the words muffled against Delilah’s silken folds.

Tessa’s respiration shifted into jagged, sharp whistles. Reaching backward, she clamped her hand onto the base of my neck, pulling me into the friction. She descended with a desperate, ultimate intensity, her eyes rolling upward. I could perceive the heat radiating from both women, a concentrated forge of desire that seemed to ignite the oxygen in the room.

"I’m about to... Evan, I’m so close!" Tessa shrieked, her voice fraying.

She didn’t wait for my cue. Tessa crested the peak, her frame snapping into a rigid, quivering bow. A long, shattered cry escaped her as her core locked into a violent, contracting spasm. Remaining impaled upon me, her muscles pulsed in waves that felt as though they were draining the essence from my marrow. She sustained the sensation for an agonizing interval, her brow resting on my chest while she sobbed from the overwhelming release.

I refused to falter. Even with Tessa slumped against me, her inner walls still fluttering, I maintained my focus on Delilah. I intensified the pressure of my tongue, my thumbs circling her nub in a blur. The strain in Delilah’s legs reached a critical threshold, her black stockings pulled taut against her trembling muscles.

"Don't... stop... Evan... PLEASE!" Delilah cried out, her fingers digging into the pillows.

Moments after Tessa’s pleas faded, Delilah followed her into the void. A short, sharp moan escaped her as she bucked against my face, falling into a full-body convulsion. A fresh, warm deluge of her essence drenched my chin and throat, the perfume of her climax saturating the air as she surrendered to a massive, toe-curling peak. She remained pinned against my mouth, her breathing ragged until she finally went limp, collapsing her full weight upon me.

The chamber fell into a heavy, profound silence, punctuated only by the sound of our three synchronized, spent breaths.

Tessa eventually peeled herself off me, her gaze vacant. She rolled to the edge of the mattress, her legs shaking so violently she could barely support herself. Delilah retreated from my face, her black stockings disheveled and her skin shimmering with perspiration. She sat back on her heels, swiping her face with a dazed, triumphant grin.

I remained in the center of the bed, chest heaving and heart drumming against my ribs. Glancing down at my lap—despite the dual onslaught and the massive orgasms I had just witnessed—I found myself still rigid. My cock twitched, glistening with the mingled fluids of three women, standing tall like a challenge to the entire room.

"Witness him," Jasmine murmured, moving closer to the bed, her eyes locked on my length. "Two already finished, and he remains ready for more."

"He truly is a beast," Kayla added, her voice rich with dark, appreciative heat.

I reached out, snagging Delilah’s hand and pulling her back toward me. I then surveyed the remaining maids, Nala, Jasmine, Kim, and Minne, who watched with a hunger suggesting the night was far from concluded.

"Who is next?"

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The pallid, bruised illumination of dawn began to bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The neon hum of the metropolis faded, superseded by the quiet, frigid stillness of a snowy morning, yet inside the master suite, the atmosphere remained dense with the musky scent of a night spent in absolute carnal excess. We were all disheveled... slick with sweat, entangled in discarded lace, and weary to the bone, but the embers had yet to cool.

"Mendy... Mendy... damn, yes... Oh, fuck..." I growled, my voice raspy like grinding stones.

I had Kayla pinned on her back, using her as a human cushion for Mendy, who was draped atop her. Their breasts were crushed together, sweating and sliding against each other while I drove into Mendy from behind. I anchored her arms, keeping her steady as I hammered into her with a relentless, driving cadence. My muscles were screaming, and I had lost track of how many times I had climaxed—seven? Eight? It was irrelevant. The raw, primal friction was the only reality.