Guckk!!! Guckk!!! Guckk!!!
The rhythmic, wet sounds of her labor echoed through the silent room.
Slurp...slurp...slurp...
Lyra throat was imbedded by his cock, taking it deep and even letting it brush against the back of her throat with a reckless, desperate sort of care.
’Argh... the way she sucks is good!!!’Quinn thought, his toes curling into the plush rug beneath the sofa.
Her tongue was a restless, swirling force, moving with a mind of its own while his shaft was buried inside her warmth.
A loud, squelching sound filled the air every ti she pulled back, only for her to dive back down again.
Quinn clenched his hands so tightly his knuckles turned white. The sensation was a direct assault on his sanity...it was simply too good.
"I’m cumming!!!" he shouted, his voice cracking. He had hit the point of no return!
Spurt!! Spurtt!! Spurt!!!
A massive load of cum erupted into her mouth. Lyra’s cheeks bloated instantly, struggling to contain the sheer volu of his release.
Quinn expected her to pull away and let it spray, or perhaps gag from the intensity, but she did the unthinkable!
She swallowed every drop of cum! Her faced was flushed, making her turn not wanting to see her addicted face...
She waited for whole 3 days! and it is ti for her to be showered...why waste another drop of it right!?
Gulp...
But the show wasn’t over. She didn’t miss a beat, leaning back in to lick every stray remnant from his cock, cleaning it.
She even dipped lower, taking his balls into her mouth with a swirling heat that sent a fresh lightning bolt straight to his brain.
"Arghnnn... I can’t control this! I’m cumming again!!!" Quinn bellowed.
The first blast had been a disastrous...this second one is a catastrophe!
Her mouth was a deadly trap, and his body was surrendering its secrets for the second ti in less than a minute.
Swallowing the first load was a turning point, but the ball-sucking? That was the endga!! Quinns head is now blank from the pleasure Lyra given to him...
Spurt!! Spurtt!! Spurtt!!!
Another thick torrent cum spurted out, painting her chin, her chest, and the tip of her nose in milky white cum.
"Fufu... so this is your favorite? Look how easily you cum compared to the handjob" she noted playfully.
Lyra looked up at him, her face a ssy masterpiece of his affection, clearly feeling smug that her mouth had brought the 10 inch cock to its knees so quickly!!
Yet, despite the thick release, the monstrous cock refused to buckle. It stood tall, glistening with the remaining cums..
"Fufu... my service is toptier, right?"
Quinn only nod his head repeatedly. He was beyond words.
’Blowjobs are best and the greatest invention in any universe!’ he scread internally.
There was no need for complex philosophical debate..this was the peak... imagined getting suck by a busy black haired Milf!
Squelch...squelch... squelch..
The blow marathon lasted another 30 minutes, only stopping because Lyra’s jaw began to ache.
Even a Tier 3 Elite had limits when faced with 10 inches long cock! She had to put in a heroic effort just to accommodate half of it, let alone the whole thing.
"Fufu... you ca seven tis, Quinn," she whispered, leaning her spent body against his chest, her breath hot against his skin.
"What can you do for now...~?" she whispered into his ear....
"Well, I could put my thing inside yours," he said with a playful, while grinning, wanting to see how far he could push his luck.
"Of course not! That... that thing won’t ever fit in !" she said defensively, her face reddening.
Despite her corruption, she wasn’t quite ready to face the reality of that thing... head-on.
"Hehe... just a joke" Quinn said to her.
He didn’t push it, instead letting his fingers slide into her pussy, which was already a damp of love juices.
He wasn’t the only one who had been busy;,her Squirting Touch ant she had been raining on the parade the entire ti he was cumming.
Feeling a rare mont of genuine connection amidst the post-nut glow, Quinn decided to test the waters of their relationship.
"Umm... can I call you by your na...?" he asked, trying to sound slowly.
"Fufu... so the rat has grown so balls now" she teased, her tone light and mocking.
"Umm.... never mind. I guess I’m asking for too much..." he said, looking down with a practiced look of dejection.
"That was only a joke...! " she laughed, swatting his shoulder...
’She is really....cute.’ Quinn mumbled
"My na is Lyra Baneford....You can call Lyra from now on... but! Only in this room. Got it?..." She fixed him with a stern cold look that fooled absolutely nobody....
"For real?! Lyra! Lyra!! Lyra!!!" Quinn shouted like a lunatic, celebrating by shoving his fingers deeper into her heat!!
"Ahnn... ahnn... Ahhnn... That’s enough... you can call whatever you want if you keep doing that... ahnn..." She tried to cover her mouth to stifle her moans, but the sound escaped anyway, echoing off the walls for the next 6 hours.
***
Later that session.., Quinn lay in her soft bed, the silk sheets cool against his skin. Lyra’s body was draped over him, her head resting on his shoulder. They hadn’t crossed the final line into actual sex yet...ti will co...
"Hey, Lyra... will you beco my wife?" he asked, his voice suddenly dropping into a serious.
"Haaah... you want as your wife?" she replied, her mind muddled by exhaustion.
She was so spent she couldn’t even lift a finger to brush a strand of hair from her face.
"Yes...will you be mine?"
"You... you know I’m already married, right? and you are a slave...fufu why don’t you beco mine instead~" she reminded him gently, while adding sothing...
"I don’t care if you’re married or have ten children..." Quinn said... .
"Also... I’m already yours...hehe, but I want to make you mine...."
"Hehe... what a silly child you are," she joked, while pinching his chest..
"You can’t even escape this place without your head being rolling in the cold floor.... You can’t even defeat in a real fight. How are you supposed to claim when you’re just a slave?..."
"What if I could escape? Would you follow then?..."
"Hehe... why not?" she said, her voice trailing off into a sleepy yawn.
"But first, you’d have to defeat before you can even think about running away!
Quinn closed his eyes... trying to control his rock hard cock!!...the mantra is back!
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