My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

The time for teasing, for learning, and for gentle exploration had passed. Ellie had transitioned from a student to a conqueror.

She completely ignored the dull ache in her jaw and the slight strain in her facial muscles, relegating them to the background of her consciousness as a small price to pay for the prize in her hands.

She was no longer just "practicing," but she was performing a primal ritual of worship and dominance.

She leaned in with a ferocity that caught even Mike by surprise. She wrapped her hands tightly around the base of his massive shaft, her knuckles white from the pressure, and drove his length into her mouth with a hungry, desperate force.

She wasn’t just taking him, but she was trying to consume him.

’With this... I’m going to try and catch him off guard!’ Ellie thought. ’I’ll make sure that I win!’

The room fell into a heavy, charged silence, broken only by the raw, uninhibited sounds of her devotion. There was no more banter, no more witty remarks.

There was only the rhythmic, wet slap of her lips against his skin, the deep, guttural gluck gluck sounds as her throat worked to accommodate his incredible girth, and the intense, desperate moans that vibrated from deep within her chest.

"Glck! Glck! Slurpp! Mrrgh! Grrrggghhh~!"

’Yes... just like that,’ her mind screamed, a frantic, ecstatic loop. ’Take it all...!’

’Feel how much I want you, Mikey... Feel how much better this is than anyone else...’

’I’m going to drain you dry, Mikey. I’m going to suck the very soul out of you.’

She used her tongue like a weapon, swirling it aggressively around the head of his cock, her suction so intense it felt like she was trying to pull the very essence of him into her lungs. Every time she bottomed out, her eyes rolled back in her head, her entire body trembling with the sheer, overwhelming sensation of him filling her.

"Slurrrppppphhh~! Glck! Glck! Glck! Mrrgghh—ahhh~!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Mike, for his part, had gone completely silent. The mocking, teasing man was gone, replaced by a silent, mesmerized predator.

He sat leaned back, his hands gripping the edge of the bed so hard his veins stood out, his eyes fixed intensely on her. He didn’t say a word, because there was nothing left to say.

He was simply witnessing her watching the way her cheeks hollowed, the way her eyes glazed over in pure lust, and the way her throat rhythmically pulsed around him.

’Not bad at all for an amateur... she’s really determined for years to do this to me, huh?’ Mike thought. ’I apologize for Stanley because he has such a bitchy girlfriend that still has a heart saved for me.’

’But still... it’s his own fault anyway to not give her what she wants.’ Mike smirked. ’When a woman is frustrated while being in a relationship, then you’ve already failed as a real man.’

Mike was captivated by the sheer, shameless intensity of her. He had seen many women, but he had rarely witnessed a woman dive into a man with this kind of singular, ferocious purpose.

The sound of her, the wet, hungry, rhythmic sounds of her mouth working on him, were more intoxicating than any drug. It was the sound of a woman completely unraveled, a woman who had found her absolute truth in the act of giving him pleasure.

The air in the room felt thick, almost liquid, saturated with the scent of sex and the heavy, primal energy of Ellie’s unyielding hunger. She was a force of nature, a beautiful, blonde storm of lust, and Mike could feel himself reaching the precipice, his entire body coiled like a spring, waiting for the moment her relentless, hungry mouth would finally push him over the edge.

The silence was suddenly shattered, not by a groan of pleasure, but by a low, predatory chuckle that vibrated through Mike’s entire frame. He had watched her perform long enough; he had seen her dedication, but now he wanted to see her endure.

Before Ellie could even process the change in his energy, Mike’s large hand shot forward. Instead of cupping her cheek or patting her head, his fingers wound tightly, almost ruthlessly, into her blonde ponytail.

He gripped the hair at the base of her skull, anchoring her head in place with a firm, commanding tension. "Nrrgghhh!"

"You’re doing great, Ellie," he growled, his voice dropping an octave into something dark and commanding. "But you’re still being too careful."

"You’re still playing at being a lady, and... If you want to be the best, you have to learn how to take it when it’s not a choice."

Without a second of warning, he lunged forward. He began to thrust his hips with a sudden, violent intensity, fucking her mouth with a powerful, uncompromising rhythm.

"MRRGGHHH! HNNNAGGGHH!"

The suddenness of it sent a jolt of genuine pain through her. Her head was jerked back by the grip on her hair, and the sheer force of him slamming into her throat made her eyes water instantly.

The ache in her jaw, which she had been ignoring, suddenly flared into a sharp, stinging protest. For a split second, the "perfect Ellie" felt a flash of panic; the sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

’Oh god! It hurts!’ her mind shrieked, her eyes wide and swimming with tears. ’He’s so fast... so hard... it’s like he’s trying to break me!’

But as the second and third thrusts landed, something miraculous happened. The sharp, stinging pain began to blur, melting into a heavy, throbbing sensation that sent waves of electricity straight to her core.

The sensation of being taken, of being used as a vessel for his raw, unbridled power, triggered a primal response deep within her.

The pain didn’t disappear, but it transformed. It was the edge that made the pleasure sharper, more intense.

The feeling of her hair being pulled, of her head being jerked around, of her being completely at his mercy—it was the ultimate validation of her submission.

’Yes...’ she thought, her mind spinning in a dizzying whirl of ecstasy. ’Use me...’

’Don’t be gentle... Don’t treat me like a delicate flower...’

’Treat me like yours... Treat me like the slut you want me to be!...’

She stopped trying to control the rhythm and simply surrendered to it. She leaned into the discomfort, letting the force of his thrusts dictate her movements.

She opened her mouth wider, accepting the blunt force of him, her throat working frantically to keep up with his punishing pace. The sounds she made changed from controlled moans to desperate, muffled cries of pure, unadulterated bliss.

She realized then that she didn’t just like it; she craved it. She craved the way he didn’t care about her comfort, the way he commanded her body with nothing but his hands and his hunger.

Because it was Mike. Because he was the one doing it, the pain felt like a gift, a brutal, beautiful brand that marked her as his.

She was no longer just a girl trying to please a man; she was a woman being conquered by a king, and she had never felt more alive.

The tempo in the room shifted from a rhythmic pounding to a frantic, desperate race. Mike’s breathing had become a series of ragged, animalistic grunts, his entire muscular frame tensing like a bowstring about to snap.

He was no longer just fucking her mouth, but he was driving himself into her with a primal, singular focus, his hips slamming against her chin with a force that made her head snap back and forth.

"GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!"

He was close. Ellie could feel it.

The heat radiating from his shaft had reached a fever pitch, and the rhythmic pulsing of his cock against the back of her throat was telling her one thing: the dam was about to break.

’Here it comes,’ she thought, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of terror and intense anticipation. ’He’s going to blow.’

’God, he’s going to blow so hard...!’

’I have to be ready... I have to swallow every single drop...’

’Don’t let a single bit go to waste!’

She tightened her grip on his thighs, bracing herself, her throat working in a desperate attempt to create as much room as possible. She prepared for a flood, but nothing could have prepared her for the absolute deluge that followed.

"After enduring years of longing for me, all your pain is finally being rewarded!" Mike said while fucking her mouth. "You deserve a huge amount of semen!"

With a final, guttural roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, Mike hit his limit. "TAKE ALL OF THIS AS OUR REUNION GIFT!!!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!

It wasn’t just a release, but it was an explosion. A massive, hot, thick torrent of semen erupted from him, hitting the back of her throat with the force of a fire hose.

Ellie’s eyes practically popped out of her head. The sheer volume was staggering.

It filled her mouth instantly, coating her tongue, her cheeks, and flooding her throat before she could even attempt to swallow.

"MMPPPHHHH—! GULP! GLUCK!"