My Taboo Harem! Chapter 210: Cock-Starved Trainer (r-18)

Valentina’s mouth fell open. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner without her noticing. Pupils blown wide, eyes glassy and worshipful, she just stared. A low, guttural moan tore out of her throat—raw, animal, like pure lust had punched her in the gut.

"Holy... fuck," she rasped, voice completely wrecked, shaking. "Oh my god, Phei... it’s fucking huge..."

Her hands moved on pure instinct—trembling fingers reaching out, wrapping around the base. They didn’t even co close to eting—her small grip looked obscene against the sheer girth, fingers splayed wide with an inch of space left. The heat scalded her palms; she could feel every throb, every pulse of blood making it twitch and swell harder in her hold.

She stroked once—slow, reverent—from root to crown, milking another thick bead of pre-co that welled up and spilled over the head in a sticky rope. Her mouth watered violently; she swallowed hard.

Leaning in, she buried her face against it and inhaled deep—raw, salty skin, thick musk, the darker scent of pure sex that made her pussy clench so hard her thighs slamd together, a fresh gush of slick soaking her panties.

First lick was tentative—flat tongue dragging slow and filthy from his heavy, dangling balls all the way up the underside, tracing that massive central vein with deliberate pressure, gathering the salty sweat and pre-co on her tongue.

The taste exploded—briny, masculine, addictive. She moaned loud and shaless, hips grinding forward on nothing.

Then she lost it completely.

Second lick—broader, hungrier—starting at the base again, tongue swirling around the thick shaft, wrapping as far as it could reach, coating every bulging vein in wet heat.

Third—faster, desperate—lapping up the underside in quick, sloppy strokes, flicking over the sensitive ridge beneath the head until his cock jerked against her face.

Fourth—she opened wide and dragged her tongue around the flared crown in slow, worshipful circles, sucking the leaking slit gently, drawing out another heavy bead of pre-co that she swallowed with a guttural whimper.

Her hands pumped in rhythm now—both wrapped around the shaft, twisting and stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, thumbs rubbing over the throbbing veins, spreading the slick ss up and down the length.

She pressed open-mouthed kisses along the side—lips stretching wide to suck at the hot skin, tongue tracing every ridge and pulse, leaving wet trails that glistened under the gym lights.

Then she moved lower—nuzzling his heavy balls, inhaling deep before taking one into her mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling, humming so the vibration shot straight up his shaft.

When she finally pulled back—lips swollen, chin dripping spit and pre-co, eyes feral—she looked up at him with pure, broken reverence.

"I need this cock... deep in my throat," she begged, voice hoarse. "Please, Phei... let choke on it."

And she dove back in before he even nodded—mouth opening wide, lips stretching thin and red around the bloated head as she forced it past her lips, gagging instantly but pushing deeper, determined to worship every impossible inch.

Valentina went absolutely fucking berserk on his cock—like a rabid, cock-starved beast finally unleashed after years of starvation.

She attacked it with unhinged, feral violence—mouth wide open, tongue lashing out in wild, sloppy frenzy, slurping and sucking every inch like she was trying to inhale his soul through his dick.

She dragged her tongue in broad, desperate strokes from his heavy, swinging balls all the way up the throbbing underside—lapping hungrily at the fat central vein, tracing it like a roadmap to heaven, swirling around the twisted side veins that pulsed and jumped under her wet assault.

Spit poured from her mouth in thick, uncontrollable torrents—drooling rivers cascading down the shaft, coating his balls in shiny, dripping ss that swung and slapped her chin as she dove lower.

She wrapped her tongue as far around the girth as humanly possible—straining, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched obscenely—sucking hard enough to leave red rings, grazing the veins with her teeth in sharp, teasing bites that made his cock jerk against her face. Then she ramd the bloated crown into her mouth with a loud, filthy wet pop—jaw cracking wide, lips pulled so thin they turned white at the edges, cheeks bulging as she forced it deeper.

She gagged instantly—violently—throat convulsing in wet, choking spasms as the head battered her tonsils, spit bubbling out the corners in foamy streams that poured down her chin, splattered her heaving tits, soaked the floor mats beneath her knees.

Tears exploded from her eyes, mascara running in thick black rivers down her flushed cheeks, but she shoved forward harder, manic, insane—throat bulging grotesquely as inch after thick inch disappeared down her gullet, nose buried in his pubes, balls pressed to her chin as she deepthroated him like a possessed demon.

She pulled off only to scream around it—high, muffled, deranged whines—before diving back down, gagging louder, harder, spit flying everywhere in ssy ropes that connected her swollen, ruined lips to his glistening shaft every ti she ca up for air.

One hand pumped the base like a jackhamr—fingers barely eting, twisting viciously over the slick veins, milking thick ropes of pre-co that she slurped down like cum was her oxygen.

The other shoved brutally into her shorts, fingers plunging into her dripping cunt without rcy—three fingers at once, fucking herself raw, thumb grinding her clit in frantic circles as she humped her own hand like a bitch in heat, thighs quaking, a dark flood of her slick soaking through the fabric and running down her legs in shiny streams.

"Fuck—fuck—your cock—" she choked out between gags, voice completely wrecked, drool pouring from her mouth. "So, fucking huge— it’s gonna ruin —I need it to destroy my throat—please—"

Phei watched her total ltdown—his elite, controlled goddess reduced to a drooling, gagging, cock-worshipping ss, face absolutely destroyed: mascara sared into warpaint, lips swollen purple and shiny with spit and pre-co, eyes rolling back wild and insane with pure, unfiltered obsession.

"Jesus Christ, look at you," he growled, fingers fisting her hair tighter. "Completely fucking crazed for this dick. Two weeks wasn’t enough, was it? You’ve been obsessed—fingering that greedy cunt every night, coming screaming my na, dreaming of choking on this fat cock until you blacked out. And now you’re doing it—like the filthy, cock-addicted whore you’ve always been."

The words snapped sothing in her.

She scread around his shaft—vibration ripping through him—hips bucking violently against her plunging fingers, squirting hard into her shorts as she ca just from sucking him, from the stretch, the taste, the insane size wrecking her throat.

She didn’t stop—gagged harder, deeper, spit flying, tears pouring, humping her hand through the orgasm like she’d die without more.

Phei’s groans turned animal—control fraying fast as she worshipped him into oblivion.

He let her go longer—watched her beautiful, deranged breakdown with dark, hungry eyes—then finally fisted her hair hard and yanked her off with a wet, choking pop.

Thick, foamy strings of spit and pre-co stretched a foot long from her gaping, ruined mouth to the angry, throbbing head—snapping as she lunged forward like a savage, teeth bared, chasing it desperately.

"NO—PLEASE—GIVE IT BACK—" she scread, voice hoarse and shattered, drool pouring down her tits. "I NEED YOUR COCK—I’M FUCKING DYING WITHOUT IT—LET CHOKE—LET SWALLOW EVERY INCH—PLEASE, PHEI, I’M YOUR FILTHY COCKSLUT—"

She clawed at his thighs, humping the air, eyes completely mad with obsession.

She was beyond gone.

Utterly, irreversibly crazed for him and his cock.

And Phei was ready to give her everything she was begging for—and more.