My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

He pulled her up from her knees, his grip firm and demanding. "Come on."

"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now."

Petricia scrambled onto the bed, her limbs trembling so violently she could barely find her footing. She lay there on her back, her massive, heavy breasts heaving with frantic, shallow breaths, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of terror and desperate anticipation.

She looked like a sacrificial lamb waiting for the god to descend. ’This position is... is he going to fuck me...?’

Mike didn’t waste a second. He climbed onto the bed, his heavy, muscular frame looming over her like a predator.

Instead of lying beside her, he moved with a brutal, commanding grace, straddling her. He sat back on her massive, soft breasts, his weight forcing the air out of her lungs and sinking her deep into the mattress.

The sensation of his heavy thighs pressing against her chest made her gasp, her breasts squishing out from under him.

Then, without a word of warning, he grabbed her hair and leaned forward.

"Open wide," he growled.

Before she could even prepare herself, he drove his massive, veiny cock straight into her mouth.

"MMMPH—!!" Petricia’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

The sheer, unadulterated size of him was overwhelming. It wasn’t just a sensation, but it was a physical invasion.

He didn’t just enter her mouth, but he forcefully thrust deep, his thick head slamming into the back of her throat with a blunt, heavy impact that made her eyes water instantly.

"MRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

Her throat stretched to its absolute limit, the sensation of being filled so completely that she could barely breathe. It was a delicious-agonizing fullness that made her brain short-circuit.

Mike didn’t give her a moment to adjust. He was a man of action, a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted to claim her mouth.

He wrapped his large, powerful hands around her head, his fingers tangling into her hair to anchor her, and he began to fuck her mouth with a rhythmic, brutal intensity.

GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!

He was pounding into her, his hips driving forward with a relentless, piston-like force. Each thrust sent his massive shaft deep into her throat, forcing her to gag and moan in a muffled, desperate cacophony of sound.

"MRRGGHH!!! SLURRRGGGHHH~! GLLCCCKKK!!!"

"Take it!" he commanded, his voice vibrating through her very skull. "Take every fucking inch of it, you landbitch!"

Petricia was losing her mind. The pleasure was so intense it felt like pain, and the sheer size of him was almost too much to bear.

In a moment of instinctual panic, her hands reached down, her palms patting her own thighs in a frantic, rhythmic motion—a silent, desperate plea for him to slow down, to give her a moment to breathe, to let her recover from the overwhelming assault.

But Mike was a man possessed by his own dominance. He saw her hands moving, saw the way her eyes pleaded for mercy, but he entirely ignored her.

To him, her struggle was just part of the pleasure. He loved the way she fought him, the way her body tried to protest the delicious violence of his thrusts.

"Nahhh, I don’t think I’m going to stop at such an amateur mouth of yours!"

"You need some good hard training, so deal with it!"

He only drove harder, his hips slamming against her lips with a wet, slapping sound, his eyes locked onto hers with a predatory, unyielding gaze. He wasn’t just fucking her mouth, but he was breaking her, teaching her exactly who the master was in this room.

"GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLURRRGGHHHH~!" The rhythmic, brutal sound of Mike’s hips slamming against Petricia’s face filled the room, a wet, slapping percussion that matched the frantic beating of her heart.

He was relentless. Every time she thought she had found a rhythm, he would drive deeper, his massive, thick cock hitting the very back of her throat with a force that made her vision swim.

’THIS IS TOO INTENSE~~~! AND I... I START TO LOVE IT~!"

Petricia’s initial resistance crumbled. The frantic patting of her hands against her thighs slowed, then stopped, as her body finally realized that resisting him was futile.

She couldn’t stop the tide, but she could only learn to drown in it. Her hands moved from her thighs to his muscular, tensed glutes, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried to find some purchase in the storm of sensation.

"MMMM-HNNNGH! GULP!"

Her muffled cries turned from panicked gasps into long, rolling moans of pure, unadulterated surrender. She stopped trying to push him away and instead began to wrap her lips tighter around him, her tongue swirling desperately around the veiny shaft to please him.

’He’s forcing it all the way down to my throat...’ Petricia thought. ’I can’t breathe... but I don’t know why... I love this...’

She was no longer just receiving, but she was participating in her own undoing, her throat opening wide to accommodate the sheer, impossible girth of him.

’If it were my husband... I’m sure he’d already cum by now... but it’s just going to be his own fantasy to get a blowjob from me... his cock is too small to try one...’

Mike’s breathing became a series of ragged, animalistic grunts. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the way her throat pulsed around him in a rhythmic, desperate attempt to swallow him whole.

He was reaching the precipice, the tension in his muscles reaching a breaking point.

"Here it comes..." he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through her jaw. "Take it all, you greedy little slut!"

He delivered a final, violent thrust, burying himself so deep in her throat that she felt her eyes roll back in her head. Then, his body stiffened. A guttural roar ripped from his throat as he began to cum.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Petricia felt the first-hot, thick jet of his semen hit the back of her throat like a tidal wave. It was massive, a heavy, pulsing torrent of warmth that flooded her mouth.

"MMMMMRRRRRRRGGHHHH!! NGGGOOOHHHHHH!!!"

"Don’t spill a single drop! Keep sucking me and drink it all!" Mike said while holding her head.

She tried to swallow, her throat working frantically, but there was simply too much of it. The sheer volume of his release was overwhelming her capacity.

As he reached the peak of his climax, Mike pulled back with a sudden, powerful jerk. He didn’t just slide out, but he erupted. A thick, white spray of semen shot from his cock, lashing across her face.

"Take another one, hahaha!"

"AHHH!" Petricia let out a muffled, shocked sound as the warm, salty liquid splattered against her cheeks, her nose, and her eyes.

She tried to swallow the remaining mouthful, but her throat was already full, and the overflow was inevitable. The thick, creamy ropes of his seed spilled from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and cascading over her heavy, heaving breasts.

The white liquid coated her skin, glistening under the dim light, a visible mark of his total conquest.

She lay there, panting, her face a mess of sweat and semen, her massive breasts glistening with the evidence of his release. She looked utterly wrecked, a woman who had been completely, unapologetically claimed.

"Ah shit~! First time letting out my semen in Erosyne..." Mike exhaled. "You should be grateful to be the first one to receive it."

Mike stood over her, his massive, throbbing cock still glistening with the remnants of his release, looking down at the beautiful wreck-mess that was Petricia. He reached down, his hand gripping her chin one last time, his thumb wiping a stray bead of semen from her bottom lip.

"You’ve been a good little slut, Petricia," he growled, his voice thick with a dark, predatory hunger. "But we aren’t done."

"Now... the real fun begins," Mike smirked. "I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name."

Petricia looked up at him, her eyes glazed and her spirit completely conquered. She didn’t protest, and she didn’t even try to find her modesty.

She simply nodded, a small, breathless sound escaping her. "Yes... please... fuck me, Mike..."

"Make me yours..." she whispered, her hips instinctively arching toward him, begging for the heavy, massive weight of him to enter her once more.

Mike grinned, a cruel, triumphant expression. He began to move, his hands sliding down to her waist to pull her toward the edge of the bed, ready to drive himself into her soaking, sensitive core—

DING-DONG!

The sharp, sudden sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, slicing through the heavy, sexual tension like a knife.

Both of them froze. Petricia’s eyes snapped wide, the dazed look replaced by a sudden, sharp flash of panic.

The reality of her situation—the semen on her face, her nakedness, the man looming over her—slammed back into her consciousness.

"T-that’s... Gerald..." she gasped, her voice trembling.

Mike didn’t look panicked, but he looked annoyed, like a predator whose meal had been interrupted. He let out a low, frustrated huff, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the door.

"Fucking hell..." He didn’t pull away immediately, instead letting his cock brush against her thigh one last time, a final, teasing reminder of what was about to happen.

"Is that your pathetic husband?" Mike mocked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and smelling of musk. "He has terrible timing."

He slowly stood up, his muscular frame shadowing her trembling body. He didn’t rush to cover himself, but he stood there in his full, dominant glory, watching her struggle to pull the sheets over her heavy, glistening breasts.

"Don’t worry, Petricia," Mike said, a dark, knowing smirk returning to his lips as he grabbed his pants from the floor.

He looked her dead in the eyes, his gaze promising a reckoning. "We’ll continue this later."

"And next time... there won’t be any interruptions."