Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross felt a surge of pride seeing April lose control, her body responding like a wild animal in heat and squirting like crazy.

His entire hand was drenched with her love juices.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You're amazing," he said.

April smiled. "I know," she said. "Now, let's do something different."

She sat up and pulled Ross to the nearest chair she could find. Once he was seated, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him effortlessly.

She leaned down and kissed him passionately, her lips capturing his with fiery intensity. As their kiss deepened, she began to grind her hips against his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

She would let the tip slip inside but never any further, driving Ross to the brink. April was quickly mastering the art of the game.

"I want you inside me," she whispered.

Ross nodded, his gaze lingering on the exquisite curve of April's body. He reached down, his fingers tracing the soft, swollen contours of her closed-lipped pussy, each touch a whisper of desire.

The heat radiating from her body was almost palpable, a tangible testament to the arousal building within her. He gently pulled her down, urging her closer, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

His touch was deliberate, a calculated dance of exploration before the inevitable plunge. His cock, a testament to the power of his desire, slid into her wet, eager pussy. Her body, responding to the escalating heat, descended ever so slowly, until she met him at the very root.

April's body arched, meeting his thrust with a hungry eagerness. His cock, thick and hard, slid deep into her, a perfect super tight fit.

She clung to him, her fingers digging into his back, feeling the heat radiating from him, the power of the moment pulsing through her. This was exactly what she wanted, this raw, undeniable connection.

"Hahhhhh…" A gasp escaped her lips, a sound both sharp and breathless. She arched her back, her body yielding to the exquisite pressure, her hips moving in a silent, seductive rhythm that echoed his own lust.

Even without looking, she knew the intense tightness of her pussy around his powerful cock.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world, a breathtaking embrace, the sensation so profound, so exhilarating, she could feel it vibrating through her entire being.

Her lips pressed together, muffled moans escaping her throat, each one a testament to the growing intensity of the experience.

It was undeniably lewd, this intimate dance of desire, her pussy almost breaking in two around the huge, monstrous cock, as he plunged deeper, exploring the depths of her desire once more.

The feeling was unparalleled, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and familiar yet tolerable pain.

"Fuck me, Ross," she moaned, her voice a low, guttural cry, a sound that vibrated through the very air around them.

Ross began to thrust into her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, a prelude to the storm of pleasure that was about to erupt.

Each thrust was a measured caress, a calculated dance of desire that built anticipation to a fever pitch.

As April's body adjusted to his rhythm, the tempo quickened, the intensity escalating. The room seemed to shrink around them, the only focus the raw, intense connection between them.

"Uggghhhh..." moans escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure and lust, a language only they could understand.

Each moan a crescendo, building upon the last, a chorus of cries that resonated through the space, punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of Ross's body against hers.

"Uggghhhh..." Her moans became more urgent, punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of Ross's body against hers.

"Uggghhhh..." Each moan a testament to the escalating intensity, a chorus of cries that filled the room. She was no longer just moaning; she was creating a language of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Her words weren't just sounds; they were demands, desires, pleas. More than just moans, her words were a torrent of raw, primitive passion.

And April had a knack for being exceptionally creative with her words.

"Yes! Fuck me, big boy!" Her voice, a mixture of ecstasy and desperation, echoed the intensity of the moment.

"Screw my tight pussy to the chair!" A demand, a plea, a declaration of her utter surrender.

"Give me all you got and fill my cunt with cum!" A command, fueled by the intoxicating dance of their bodies.

"Ahhhh..." April reached a peak, a wave of exquisite pleasure engulfing her.

Ross's pelvic bone, accompanied by the hard fucking they were making, found every sweet spot, crushing her clitoris with each powerful collision of their bodies.

His huge balls would also slap against her tight asshole, intensifying the pleasure even further. The chair groaned beneath the intensity of their passion, but held firm, a silent witness to their exquisite dance.

They fucked for what felt like hours, their bodies moving in perfect, almost hypnotic sync, a ballet of lust and desire.

Each thrust, each gasp, each moan was a testament to the profound connection between them. The room seemed to vibrate with the energy of their coupling.

Finally, they reached their peak together, their orgasms explosive and all-consuming.

"Coming!" April shouted, her body shuddering violently. It was an earthquake of pleasure, a seismic release of pure ecstasy. The air around them crackled with the strong energy of their release.

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Ross also released his come, a thick, sticky mixture of pleasure that coated their bodies. It dripped and pooled around them, a testament to the intensity of their coupling.

Still, Ross, hard as ever, didn't stop, the rhythm of their passion unbroken. The aftershocks of their orgasms reverberated through the room.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." April's urgent pleas continued, a relentless mantra of desire, echoing through the space as they plunged into the aftershocks of their shared orgasm.

The air thick with the lingering scent of passion and the promise of more to come.

An hour later, April collapsed onto Ross's body, their forms tangled in a tender embrace on the chair. They lay there silently for a while, their breaths gradually steadying.

"That was a nice surprise," Ross said, a soft smile on his face.

April returned his smile, her eyes filled with warmth. "I know," she replied. "I love you."

Ross leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers. "I love you too," he murmured. They shared another lingering kiss, their affection deep and genuine.

Yet, there was something unusual about the moment. Ross's cock remained firmly inside April, still as hard and unyielding as an unbreakable rock, as if the their hidden sexy encounter wasn't yet ready to end.

Fortunately for them, this was only the beginning of many more passionate encounters to come.