My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Mike lets out a loud, booming laugh that vibrates through his chest, a sound of pure, mocking triumph. He doesn’t offer her a gentle moment of afterglow; instead, he looks down at her with a gaze full of derision, watching the way her eyes are glazed and her jaw hangs limp.

"It’s fucking funny seeing you right now," he sneers, his voice dripping with a cruel, condescending amusement. "The great, dignified Marielle!"

"The perfect mother, the perfect wife... reduced to a leaking, gagging mess of my seed!" Mike facepalmed and laughed even more. "You look absolutely pathetic."

’This bastard... after letting it all out in my mouth and throat... he’s still treating me like some trash...’ Marielle thought. ’I can’t love his personality at all... but his semen... and cock... I’ll... maybe... reconsider that...’

He begins to pull his cock out of her mouth, but he does it with agonizing slowness. He wants her to feel the sensation of him leaving, wanting her to feel the vacuum he leaves behind.

As he withdraws, the massive, thick shaft slides out of her throat, pulling a thick, viscous string of white semen with it. Her mouth is still visibly distended, her cheeks bulging with the sheer volume of the load he just dumped into her.

"Mppphhhh...!" She looks like a gluttonous animal, her mouth stuffed to the brim with his hot, heavy essence.

She tries to maintain some shred of her former grace, attempting to sit up on the bed, but her body is too overwhelmed. The sheer amount of fluid in her mouth is too much for her to manage.

As she sits up, the pressure becomes unbearable. She can’t swallow a single drop more without her throat seizing up.

"Pffft! Bllleeerrrggghhhhh—Cough! Gack!"

She begins to spit and cough, the thick, white semen spraying from her lips as she struggles to regain her breath. It’s a messy, unrefined sight: the once composed woman now coughing and sputtering like a child who has been overfed.

’Oh no...! If I spit it all out... he’s going to goddammittt!!!’

But the hunger is still there, a desperate, shameful need to prove she can handle him. Seeing him laughing at her, she feels a frantic urge to reclaim her "success."

She scoops her hands up, cupping them around her mouth to catch the semen as it spills out, trying to gather every drop so she can drink it back down to show him she can indeed take it all.

She desperately pulls her hands to her mouth, trying to gulp down the gathered fluid, but she’s too frantic, too desperate to be "good."

"Gulp... cough! GLLUCK ACK!"

She suddenly chokes. The fluid goes down the wrong way, a thick glob sliding into her windpipe.

"BLURRGHH!" Her eyes bulge in terror, and as she gasps for air, a mixture of semen and saliva is forced upward, erupting from her mouth and shooting out of her nostrils in a humiliating, messy spray.

Mike erupts into a fit of hysterical, mocking laughter. He points at her, his large hand slapping his thigh as he watches her struggle, her face red and wet, semen dripping from her nose and chin.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Oh my God, Marielle!"

"You can’t even swallow it anymore!" he roars, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement at her failure. "You tried so hard to be the perfect little slut, to show me you could take every drop, and you couldn’t even manage that!"

"You’re a disaster! A beautiful, messy, incompetent disaster!" Mike growled. "Don’t ever think to impress me if you’re still lacking like that, hahaha!"

"I’ll still blackmail you with that footage because I’m still far from being satisfied!"

He leans back, enjoying the sight of her humiliation. "You thought you were going to impress me?!"

"You thought you could handle a real man? You can’t even handle a mouthful of my cum without choking like a damn infant!"

"You’re not THAT kind of woman, Marielle... you’re just a clumsy, hungry little pet."

He watches her, a predator enjoying the sight of a creature that has tried to rise above its station only to fall even deeper into the mud of its own desire.

As Mike’s laughter echoes through the room, a flicker of the old, dignified Marielle flares up in her eyes. A hot, stinging wave of indignation washes over her.

’How dare he?’ she thinks, her brows knitting together in a sharp, pissed-off glare. ’How dare he mock me when my body is literally trembling from the sheer force of him?’

’To call me a disaster... to laugh at my struggle... he is a brute, a cruel, unrefined beast!’

She wants to snap at him. She wants to demand he show her some respect, to remind him that she is a woman of standing, not some pet to be ridiculed.

Her lips tremble with the urge to voice her fury, to reclaim her pride. But then, her gaze involuntarily drifts downward.

The anger in her chest is suddenly smothered by a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated awe. Her eyes lock onto his cock, and the indignation dies in her throat.

’W-what the fuck...?’

Despite the massive, violent release he just had, although he should be spent and soft, his shaft is still standing tall. It is a thick, angry, pulsing pillar of dark, veiny muscle, still rigid and imposing, as if it hasn’t even begun to tire.

Her mind begins to race, the subject of her anger shifting instantly from his personality to the impossible reality of his anatomy. ’No... no fucking way...’

’It’s... it’s not possible,’ she thinks, her eyes wide and fixed, her anger dissolving into a stunned, silent worship. ’How? How can he be like this?’

A comparison, involuntary and devastating, flashes through her mind. She thinks of her husband, the man she has lived with for years, the man she was supposed to find satisfaction in.

Her husband was a gentleman, a predictable man. After a standard encounter, he would be soft, exhausted, and in need of rest and quiet.

He could never, in a thousand lifetimes, produce the torrential, endless flood of semen that Mike had just pumped into her. And his cock... his cock would be limp and unassuming within minutes.

But Mike... Mike is a force of nature.

’He just emptied himself inside me like a dam breaking,’ she realizes, a shiver of both fear and lust running down her spine. ’And yet, he’s still standing there... still hard... still waiting... as if he’s ready to do it all over again.’

’This is fucking unnatural... It’s monstrous!’

She hates him. She hates his cruelty, his lack of manners, and the way he treats her like a common slut.

She hates the way he makes her feel small and humiliated. But as she stares at that massive, unyielding monument to masculinity, she realizes she can no longer lie to herself.

’I can hate his soul,’ she whispers to herself in the sanctuary of her mind, ’but God help me... I am utterly, hopelessly enslaved by his body.’

’From the very first moment... from the moment that massive thing entered me... I knew...’

’I didn’t just want it. I needed it. I love it. I love this magnificent, terrifying cock more than I love my own dignity.’

Her eyes, once filled with fire and fury, soften into a look of hungry, desperate submission once more. The anger is still there, buried deep, but it is being drowned out by the overwhelming, primal truth: she is a woman who has finally met her master, and her body knows it.

Mike catches the way her eyes are glued to him. He sees the transition the way her indignant glare melts into a wide-eyed, trance-like worship of his still-pulsing shaft.

A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face, a look of pure, predatory confidence. He knows exactly what she’s thinking, and he loves the power he holds over her very senses.

Marielle feels his gaze and realizes she’s been caught staring like a starving beggar at a feast. She tries to jerk her eyes away, to reclaim some shred of her dignity and look toward the ceiling or the wall, but Mike is faster.

He reaches out, his large, calloused hand clamping firmly under her chin. He doesn’t just guide her; he forces her.

He tilts her head back with a strength that leaves no room for argument, forcing her eyes to lock onto his. He wants her to see the triumph in his eyes, to see the man who knows he has completely broken her.

"What’s the matter, Marielle?" he purrs, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating with a terrifying kind of charisma. "Lost your words? Or are you just trying to figure out how a man can still be so hard after what he just did to you?"

He leans in closer, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.

"Don’t bother looking for a reason, and don’t bother looking for a lie," he says, his eyes boring into hers. "This isn’t some trick."

"There are no pills, no surgeries, no special enhancements!"

"This is just who the fuck I am!" Mike licks her face. "I was born a monster, Marielle!"

"A man with a hunger that most women couldn’t even fathom!"

"My libido is a goddamn ocean, and most women are just tiny little puddles that dry up before I’m even halfway done."