Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Unbound (r-18)
They didn’t just ride him. They used him.

Patricia rose first, cunt still gaping from her orgasm, inner walls fluttering, cream dripping in thick ropes.

She positioned herself over Eros’s left hand, fingers splayed, forced straight, and sank down. His index and middle fingers slid into her like a blade into warm butter, her walls crushing, squelching, gold chain slapping his wrist with every bounce.

She didn’t wait.

She fucked his hand, hips rolling, cunt clenching, cream bubbling around his knuckles, her pierced clit dragging over his thumb, diamond stud catching, sparking. Her tits bounced, heavy, milk spraying in rhythmic arcs, splattering his chest, running down his abs, her asshole winking, lubed, puckered.

“That’s it,” she hissed, voice raw, cunt spasming, “feel how wet I am for you, you little god.”

Janet mirrored her, cunt still gaping, pink tunnel pulsing, cream frothing. She grabbed his right wrist, forced his fingers in and impaled herself, his fingers disappearing into her sloppy hole, walls stretching, squelching, cream bubbling out, dripping down his arm. She rode his finger, hips slamming, cunt farting wetly, clit ring glinting, her clamped nipples buzzing, milk spraying in thick streams, coating his arm, running down to his elbow.

Her hair whipped, mouth open, tongue lolling…

“Fuck yes,” she gasped, cunt clenching, “ruin me with your fingers, just like you ruined my life.”

Priya straddled his face, cunt smothering, swollen lips parted, inner pink glistening, jeweled plug winking, slick dripping into his mouth, milk dripping from her tits.

She ground down, cunt lips splaying over his nose, clit dragging across his lips, slick flooding his mouth, salty, musky, her asshole clenching around the plug, rim stretched taut.

She didn’t let him move his tongue. She fucked his face, hips rolling, cunt spasming, slick gushing, milk spraying from her massive tits, black nipples leaking, splattering his forehead, running into his eyes.

“Taste me,” she moaned, accent thick, cunt grinding, “taste what you do to me, Peter.”

They synced their movements, Patricia riding his left hand, fingers buried deep, walls spasming, cream gushing, Janet riding his right, fingers pumping, cunt farting, cream frothing, Priya grinding on his mouth, cunt smothering, slick flooding, milk dripping, their moans a symphony, cunts squelching, tits bouncing, milk spraying, slick gushing, the ottomans slick with their mess, puddles forming, dripping onto the marble, the air thick with pussy, milk, sweat, desperation, musky, salty, overwhelming.

Patricia leaned forward, cunt clenching, gold chain swaying, her pierced clit dragging over his thumb, diamond stud catching, sparking.

“You feel that?” she hissed, cunt spasming, cream gushing, “that’s your bully’s mom, cumming on your fingers, begging for your cock.”

Janet leaned in, cunt farting wetly, cream frothing, clamps buzzing, milk spraying onto his cock, coating the head, running down the shaft.

Priya ground harder, cunt smothering, slick flooding, milk dripping.

He snapped.

The ropes on his right wrist shredded like wet paper, fibers snapping with a sharp twang, the sound slicing through the thick, humid air of the penthouse.

The chair groaned, a deep, tortured creak, then cracked, wood splintering with a violent CRACK, shards scattering across the marble floor, glinting under the molten amber lights.

Eros surged upward, a teenage god unleashed, his muscles rippling, veins bulging under sweat-slick skin, his cock—monstrous, veined, purple-headed, glistening with precum—slamming into Patricia with a single, brutal thrust.

SCHLORP.

The sound was obscene, wet, violent, a sloppy, sucking plunge as her cunt swallowed him whole, her walls stretching, splitting, spasming around his girth, the heat of her pussy a furnace, scalding, clamping.

The scent of her arousal—musky, salty, sweet—flooded his senses, mingling with the rancid reek of milk, sweat, and desperation already choking the room. Patricia’s scream tore through the penthouse, raw, guttural, animalistic, echoing off the glass walls, vibrating through the fog.

“FUCK—YES—EROS—GOD—FUCK ME—”

Her back arched, spine bowing, tits bouncing wildly, gold chain slapping her chest with a metallic clink, pierced nipples leaking milk in frantic arcs, the liquid warm, sticky, splattering his chest, running in rivulets down his abs, pooling in the crevices of his muscles.

Her cunt clenched, gushed, squirted—thick ropes of cream, viscous, pearlescent, splattering his abs, dripping down his thighs, the splat-splat-splat of it hitting the marble floor deafening.

Her asshole winked, lubed, gaping, the puckered rim glistening, begging, the air around it shimmering with heat.

Eros didn’t wait.

He grabbed her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, bruising, leaving red welts, and fucked her.

Hard.

Fast.

Relentless.

Each thrust was a punishment, a claiming, a destruction—his thick cock pistoning relentlessly into her, dragging slow and deliberate through her clenching walls, the prominent vein along the underside grinding mercilessly against her G-spot, sending violent shocks of pleasure ripping through her body.

The flared ridge of his swollen head caught on her entrance with every withdrawal, tugging her slick, puffy lips outward in a lewd, glistening display—pink inner folds splaying wide, flushed deep crimson and ruined, stretched thin around his girth like they’d never close again.

Her pussy gripped him desperately on every pull back—inner walls fluttering and blooming open for a heartbeat, glistening with thick cream that coated his shaft in frothy white rings, bubbling obscenely at the base before dripping in heavy, glossy strands down his balls.

The wet, rhythmic squelch of her soaked cunt filled the air—deep, filthy, unmistakable—as her arousal poured out around him, slicking his thighs, pooling beneath her ass in a warm, sticky mess.

From below, the view was obscene perfection—raw, intimate, unforgiving.

His cock emerged slowly, inch by thick, glistening inch—veins pulsing angrily along the shaft, ridged and swollen, the entire length coated in a thick, creamy sheen of her arousal that caught the light like liquid silk.

Her pussy lips clung greedily to him, puffy and flushed a deep, needy pink-crimson, stretched thin and white at the edges around his girth, dragging outward in slick, pink rings with every deliberate withdrawal—inner folds blooming open briefly, glistening wet and quivering, revealing the hot, velvety entrance clenching desperately for more.

Cream frothed at the base where they joined, thick and white, bubbling softly with each pull, dripping in heavy, glossy strands down his balls, coating them in a warm, slippery mess. The shaft shone obscenely—every vein outlined in her juices, the flared head purple-red and swollen, catching on her rim before popping free for a heartbeat, making her folds flutter and another slow rivulet of arousal spill out.

Then he slammed back in—deep in one brutal thrust, her entrance sealing tight around his cock like a perfect, greedy mouth, puffy lips molding flush to his skin, inner petals disappearing as her pussy swallowed him whole.

Her walls quivered visibly around the invasion, a fresh gush of thick cream forced out in messy rivulets, running down his shaft, over his balls, dripping warm and slow to the surface below.

Over and over—out: shaft emerging slick and veined, her clinging lips dragging pink and ruined, entrance gaping hungrily; in: vanishing completely, her folds stretching wide then sealing tight, cream frothing and spilling with every punishing claim.

Nothing else existed—just the hypnotic, filthy rhythm of her pussy wrapped around him, stretched to its limit, weeping endlessly, utterly owned.

He put her down, impaling her fully, his balls slapping her ass with a wet smack, her clit piercing grinding against his pelvis, the diamond stud sparking, catching the light.

She screamed again, higher, broken, her body convulsing, another orgasm ripping through her, violent, her cunt squirting so hard it splashed his chest, his neck, his face, the warm, salty liquid stinging his eyes, coating his lips.

“I—CAN’T—FUCK—EROS—TOO MUCH—”