My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

The sensation was so overwhelming that Sabrina’s consciousness seemed to fracture, her mind splintering into a thousand desperate, erotic fragments as she struggled to process the sheer magnitude of him. Every nerve ending in her mouth, her throat, and her jaw was screaming at once, a chaotic symphony of stretching, heat, and pressure.

’Oh god, oh god, oh god,’ her mind shrieked, a frantic internal monologue that raced even as her body struggled to remain still. ’This isn’t possible...’

’This shouldn’t be possible...’

’How can a man be this... this massive?’

’It feels like he’s not just filling my mouth, he’s filling my entire soul...’

’It’s like trying to swallow a mountain of warm, pulsing velvet.’

As she felt the blunt head of his cock press even harder against the back of her throat, a wave of dizzying sensation washed over her.

’My jaw... it’s actually aching...’

’It’s a deep, heavy ache that makes my head spin...’

’I can feel the bone stretching, the muscles pulling taut until they feel like they might just... snap. Is this what it feels like to be truly conquered?’

’To have someone take up every single millimeter of space you have?’

’My partner... my partner was a whisper, but this is... a roar.’

’This is a goddamn earthquake inside my throat.’

She tried to take a breath, but the sheer volume of him made it nearly impossible, forcing her to rely on shallow, desperate snatches of air through her nose. The lack of oxygen only served to heighten the erotic intensity, making her feel lightheaded and dangerously unmoored.

’I can’t breathe... but I don’t want to stop...’

’Even though it hurts, even though it feels like my throat is being torn open, the heat... the heat is intoxicating.’

’It’s so hot, so thick... Every time he pulses, it feels like a heavy hammer striking the very center of my being.’

’I can feel the veins... they’re like thick, rigid cords sliding against my tongue, carving a path through me...’

’It’s so much... it’s too much... and yet, I’m starving for more.’

A sudden, involuntary convulsion in her throat caused her to gag slightly, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into the sensation, her eyes rolling back in her head.

’Yes... even the gagging feels different...’

’It’s not a rejection; it’s an acceptance...’

’My body is literally fighting to make room for him, my muscles are clenching around him in a desperate attempt to hold onto this impossible weight.’

’It’s a struggle... a beautiful, violent struggle. Am I winning? Or is he just letting me pretend?’

’Every second feels like an eternity of being stretched, being filled, being completely, utterly possessed.’

She felt the sheer weight of his balls pressing against her chin, a heavy, rhythmic reminder of the sheer mass he carried.

’He’s so heavy... He’s so incredibly heavy...’

’It’s like he’s anchored to the earth and he’s pulling me down with him...’

’If I lose... if I can’t break him... he’s going to destroy me.’

’He’s going to take this much of me and then he’s going to take everything else. And the terrifying part... the most shameful, erotic part... is that a part of me is praying that he does.’

The timer was still ticking, the red light of the phone a distant, mocking star in her blurred vision, but all she could focus on was the rhythmic, thundering pulse of the man who was currently redefining the very limits of her existence.

The struggle was becoming visible, a raw display of physical exertion that Mike found nothing short of hilarious. As Sabrina’s jaw began to tremble from the strain, and her eyes watered from the sheer depth of him, Mike let out a low, guttural chuckle that vibrated through her entire skull.

"Look at you, Professor," he mocked, his voice a dark, amused rumble that echoed in the small, humid space. "You look like you’re trying to swallow a goddamn redwood tree!"

"Is that the ’expert’ technique?" Mike laughed. "You look more like a drowning woman trying to find air than a woman trying to make a man cum."

He leaned back further, his hands gripping the edge of the tub, watching her struggle with a sadistic sort of fascination. "You’re also shaking, Sabrina..."

"Your whole face is flushed, and your jaw is practically unhinged..."

"You’re working so hard just to keep him in, but you’re not actually doing anything to me."

"You’re just a passenger on this ride, trying not to fall off."

He let out another mocking laugh, the sound sharp and cutting. "You really thought you could handle this?"

"You thought you could take a real man and just... ’expert’ your way through it?"

"You don’t stand a chance! You’re fighting a losing battle at the start, and the timer is already halfway through its first minute!"

"You’re exhausted, and you haven’t even started the real work yet."

Sabrina’s eyes snapped open, burning with a mixture of tears and pure, unadulterated fury. His words stung, slicing through her pride, but they also acted as a catalyst.

The humiliation wasn’t going to break her; it was going to fuel her. If he thought she was just a passenger, she was going to show him she was the engine.

’You arrogant, beautiful bastard,’ she thought, her teeth gritting against the sides of his shaft. ’You think this is a joke?! You think you can just sit there and watch me fail?! Watch this!’

She shifted her grip, her hands moving from his thighs to his hips, pulling him even deeper into her mouth with a sudden, violent determination. She stopped trying to be careful.

She stopped trying to be "graceful." She abandoned the calculated movements of her training and embraced a raw, primal ferocity.

She began to move her head with a frantic, punishing speed, her mouth working in a rhythmic, aggressive suction that sounded like wet, heavy slapping against the water.

"Sluuuck... gluck... mmmph... slrrp... schlop!"

The sounds were loud, uninhibited, and incredibly filthy in the quiet bathroom. She was using her tongue like a weapon, swirling it around the sensitive ridge of his head with a desperate intensity, while her throat worked in a continuous, rhythmic contraction that tried to milk every ounce of sensation from him.

"Gluck... slrrp... mmm ghhh... schloooop!"

She was pushing herself to the absolute limit, her jaw aching with a white-hot intensity, her throat feeling like it was being stretched to the point of tearing. She was ignoring the gag reflex, leaning into the discomfort, using the very sensation of being overwhelmed to drive her pace even faster.

She was a whirlwind of motion, her hair damp with sweat and steam, her eyes fixed on his with a terrifying, singular focus.

Mike’s expression shifted. The mocking grin didn’t disappear, but it was joined by a flicker of genuine surprise.

He felt the sudden change in her, the shift from a tentative attempt to a full-scale assault. The suction was intense, almost vacuum-like, and the heat of her mouth was becoming a searing, delicious pressure.

"Damn," he grunted, his voice losing a fraction of its nonchalance. "There she is."

"Finally decided to stop playing pretend and actually use those lips."

He felt a jolt of pleasure as she slammed her mouth down against the head of his cock, the wet, slapping sounds of her efforts filling the air. It was impressive, certainly.

Her stamina was surprising, and the way she was attacking him was undeniably erotic. But as he looked down at the timer, two minutes and forty seconds remaining, he felt a sense of calm settle back over him.

"It’s a good start, Sabrina," he said, his voice regaining its predatory edge. "The noise is great, and the speed is... well, it’s impressive."

"But you’re still just scratching the surface... You’re working hard, but you’re not getting there."

"You’re giving me a frantic little show, but you haven’t even begun to make me lose control."

He reached down, his large hand tangling in her damp hair, not to pull her away, but to hold her in place, to force her to maintain the punishing pace she had just set.

"Don’t slow down now," he commanded, his eyes dark and heavy with a growing, dangerous lust. "Because if you stop now, you’ve already lost..."

"Keep going... Show me if that ’expertise’ has any actual teeth, or if you’re just all noise and no substance."