Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1155

Capítulo 1155: Chapter 1155 Protocol

Ross drove into her without mercy, his enormous 15-inch cock stretching Sabrina’s freshly deflowered pussy to its absolute limit.

Each brutal thrust bottomed out against her cervix, the thick shaft dragging along every sensitive ridge inside her until her vision blurred and her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps.

Her slender legs were hooked over his broad shoulders, ankles trembling, toes curling helplessly as he folded her nearly in half.

The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—skin slapping skin, her soaked cunt squelching greedily around his girth, his heavy balls smacking against her ass with every punishing stroke.

Sabrina’s mind had long since shattered under the onslaught.

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, one blending into the next until she lost count, until time itself dissolved into an endless loop of blinding pleasure.

Her walls fluttered and spasmed around him, trying instinctively to pull him deeper, to keep that monstrous cock buried inside her forever.

Tears of overwhelming ecstasy streaked down her flushed cheeks, her full lips parted in a constant stream of broken moans and whimpers.

“Please… oh god… more… don’t stop… fuck me… breed me…” the words tumbling out unfiltered, raw, utterly depraved.

Ross’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he pounded relentlessly.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto her heaving breasts, sliding down the soft curves and pooling in the hollow of her throat.

Her pink nipples stood painfully hard, begging for attention he occasionally granted with a rough pinch or a sharp twist that made her cry out and clench even tighter around him.

He could feel her body surrendering completely, every muscle quivering, every breath a sob of bliss.

And still he didn’t slow.

He fucked her through every climax, forcing her higher, deeper into that addictive abyss where nothing existed except the thick cock ruining her and the promise of the flood to come.

Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless claiming, Ross’s rhythm faltered.

His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, harder, as his balls drew up tight.

A low, animal growl rumbled from his chest.

“I’m coming. Take it all, Sabrina,” he snarled, voice rough with lust. “Every fucking drop.”

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

The first thick rope of cum shot out like a cannon, painting her insides white.

Then another, and another—hot, heavy pulses that seemed to go on forever, flooding her womb with what truly felt like a gallon of his potent seed.

The heat of it, the sheer volume, the way it pulsed directly against her most sensitive spots—it shattered her all over again.

“Yesssss!” Sabrina screamed, back arching off the bed, nails raking down his back as a fresh, violent orgasm tore through her.

Her pussy milked him desperately, greedy for every spurt, walls rippling in waves that only prolonged his release.

Cum leaked out around his buried shaft, too much for her small body to contain, creamy rivulets spilling down her ass and soaking the sheets beneath them.

The sensation of being so utterly filled, claimed, bred—it broke something primal inside her.

All she could think, all she could feel, was the burning need for more. More cock. More cum.

More of him.

She was addicted now, utterly and irreversibly, a beautiful little cockslut whose only purpose was to be used, filled, and ruined again and again.

When he finally stilled, still buried to the hilt, Sabrina lay trembling beneath him, chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat and flushed a deep, satisfied pink.

Her angelic face—those wide innocent eyes now glazed and heavy-lidded, those soft lips swollen and parted, cheeks stained with tears of pleasure—was transformed into something gloriously lewd.

A faint, dreamy smile curved her mouth as aftershocks rippled through her stuffed cunt, making her twitch and whimper softly.

She was breathtaking: utterly wrecked, thoroughly claimed, and radiating a glow of pure, shameless satisfaction that made her look even more beautiful than before.

“Hmmmm… so good…” Sabrina sighed dreamily, her voice a soft, trembling whisper as she melted into the mattress.

Her entire body felt like liquid bliss—muscles loose, skin tingling, pussy still throbbing with delicious aftershocks from the massive load Ross had just pumped into her.

Cum leaked slowly from her swollen folds, warm and thick, pooling beneath her hips on the soaked sheets.

She was utterly spent, floating in a haze of satisfaction, certain that her first time had ended on the most perfect, mind-shattering note imaginable.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Strong, rough hands suddenly seized her waist, flipping her boneless body with effortless strength.

Thud.

Sabrina landed face-down on the bed with a startled gasp, her flushed cheek pressing into the cool pillow.

Strands of damp hair clung to her face and neck; her heavy breasts squished softly against the mattress, sensitive nipples dragging deliciously with the motion.

For a moment she lay there dazed, breathing hard, trying to process the sudden shift.

Then she felt the mattress dip behind her as Ross moved.

Curiosity—and a fresh spark of heat—made her turn her head.

Over her shoulder, she caught his gaze and nearly moaned at the raw hunger burning in his eyes.

He wasn’t looking at her face.

No.

His stare was locked lower, devouring the sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass now arched up invitingly toward him.

The position left everything on display: the smooth, creamy curves of her cheeks, the delicate dimples at the base of her spine, and—most intoxicating of all—her puffy, freshly-fucked pussy peeking out between her slightly parted thighs.

Still glistening with their combined release, her lips were flushed deep pink, slightly gaping from the stretching he’d given her, a slow trickle of his thick cum dripping down to coat her clit.

Ross’s cock—impossibly still rock-hard and slick with their juices—twitched visibly at the sight.

He groaned low in his throat, one large hand coming down to palm a firm cheek, spreading her open wider so he could admire how thoroughly he’d claimed her.