Evil MC's NTR Harem

A faint sting of discomfort made her gasp, her body still sensitive and raw from their earlier passion.

She opened her mouth, perhaps to protest or plead for mercy, but no words came. Ross didn't give her the chance.

With a firm grip on her hips, he began to move, setting a relentless pace that left no room for hesitation.

Her breath hitched as her body instinctively responded, her walls clenching tightly around him despite the lingering soreness.

Her fingers clawed weakly at the sheets, her legs trembling as Ross drove into her with unyielding force.

Every thrust sent waves of mixed pain and pleasure coursing through her, her body teetering on the edge of overstimulation.

Yet, even as her mind screamed that she couldn't possibly handle more, her body betrayed her, yielding completely to his dominance.

Julian watched, utterly transfixed, his breath shallow as the scene unfolded before him.

The raw intensity, the sheer display of Ross's power and stamina, and April's helpless surrender left him speechless.

It was both mesmerizing and overwhelming, and though he knew he shouldn't look, he couldn't bring himself to turn away.

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Ross's touch, previously a gentle exploration, had transformed. Now, it was a relentless assault, a calculated dance of dominance and submission.

The pressure intensified, the rhythm growing harder, more insistent. April felt the rough, deliberate thrusts against her, a raw, potent energy coursing through her.

The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, a delicate balance between pain and pleasure.

She could almost feel the hard, warm tip of his cock brushing against her throat, a thrilling, almost unbearable proximity.

Ross secured her legs in a wide V, his hands gripping her thighs with a strength that mirrored the ferocity of his movements. His touch wasn't just physical; it was a visceral assault on her senses.

He lowered his head, his tongue a predator in the velvet darkness. A path of exquisite torture and pleasure was carved down the inside of her thighs, a sensual map of torment and desire.

His tongue, skilled and insistent, teased and explored, leaving a trail of fire and anticipation. The journey continued upwards, a slow, deliberate climb, culminating in a languid, teasing lick of her feet.

"Wait... Stop... Don't... That's so dirty!" April's voice, a fragile plea against the overwhelming tide of pleasure, was lost in the torrent of her own moans.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her body, a tempest of sensation, was a battlefield of delight and distress. Her moans, a symphony of exquisite agony, echoed through the room, a testament to the intensity of her experience.

She was caught in a maelstrom of desire, unable to fully resist the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure.

Each moan was a declaration of her surrender, a confession of her complete and utter devotion to the exquisite torment he was inflicting.

"There's no dirty part of your body, April," Ross murmured, his voice a low, guttural rumble that resonated with the heat of his arousal.

His tongue, now a master craftsman, explored each toe, each curve, each delicate fold with a delicate, yet insistent touch.

His lips, skillful and demanding, traced the soft skin of her feet, each caress adding another layer of intensity to the already volatile mix of desire and frustration.

With each lick, each teasing graze, his own arousal surged, feeding the insatiable fire burning within him. Her exquisite moans were a siren's call, a powerful intoxicant that fueled his own escalating passion.

He was driven by a desperate need to push her to the absolute limit, to the ultimate peak of pleasure, a pinnacle of ecstasy that he knew he could effortlessly take her to.

And that's precisely what he intended to do, to sculpt the exquisite climax, to command the magnificent crescendo of her passion, and to become the architect of her ultimate surrender.

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Pak

The rhythmic, insistent pounding continued, a relentless percussion building towards a shattering climax.

Both of them were caught in a maelstrom of sensation, the air thick with the potent aroma of arousal and anticipation.

Ross's movements were now a furious dance of desire, each thrust a deliberate assault on April's senses.

"Your pussy is divine, April," he murmured, his voice a low, guttural rumble that resonated with the heat of his passion.

"It's so insatiable, so hungry, it practically devours my cock, squeezing it tighter and tighter as if demanding more, more, more. It begs for the completion it craves, for the fulfillment only my big, fat cock can provide." With each word, each syllable fueled the escalating intensity.

He pushed deeper, harder, the rhythmic pounding taking on a frantic pace.

He was determined to force April's hips into the mattress, molding her body to his will, her ass digging into the surface with a force that echoed his own internal turmoil.

April's body responded with a series of guttural moans, a primal symphony of pleasure and pain, a chorus of cries that filled the room.

Her every breath was a gasp, every sigh a declaration of her surrender. She was caught in a relentless current of sensation, completely absorbed in the intoxicating rhythm of their coupling.

Her body was an exquisite instrument, responding with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of Ross's own desires.

And the ending arrived like a sudden, violent maelstrom. A wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washed over April, her body convulsing in a series of powerful, shuddering spasms.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhh..." her voice, a raw, guttural cry, reached a deafening crescendo as she experienced another earth-shattering orgasm.

Her toes curled, her hands digging into the sheets, as she rode the wave of her powerful orgasm to a peak of exquisite bliss, and then back down again, the aftershocks reverberating through her body.

The air in the room thrummed with the intensity of her pleasure, the very fabric of the space seeming to vibrate with her powerful release.

It was a moment of pure, unbridled joy, a release of all inhibitions and a total surrender to the intoxicating dance of their fucking.

Of course, the night didn't end there. The intoxicating aftermath of their shared climax fueled their relentless passion, the fire of their lust blazing ever brighter.

Ross continued to make love to April until the first tentative rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of rose and gold.

Their lovemaking, a relentless, ecstatic dance, continued for hours, each caress, each embrace, each passionate thrust carrying them deeper into the intoxicating depths of their shared desire.

The room itself became a canvas upon which their love was painted, each moment a brushstroke of passion, each touch a testament to the profound connection between them.

The hours melted away, consumed by the intensity of their love, leaving behind only the lingering warmth and the promise of more to come.

April passed out, grateful for the brief respite, finally able to rest after the long, drawn-out battle on the bed.