Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Please, don't stop," Iris gasped, her voice barely a whisper but laced with desperation and urgency. Her body moved instinctively, seeking more of him, craving the connection they were forging in this intimate moment.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, igniting every nerve ending, as if his cock were a lightning rod drawing forth her deepest desires.
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Ross watched her closely, the way her body responded to him, the way her eyes fluttered and her mouth opened in silent moans of pleasure.

It was intoxicating, a dance of domination and submission that thrilled him down to the root of his cock.

He reveled in the sight of her, a once-innocent woman transformed into a creature of pure lust beneath him.

The powerful connection between them deepened with every thrust, and he was determined to take her higher and higher, guiding her through the tumult of pleasure until they reached an exhilarating peak together.

"You are one hell of a hot woman, Iris," he encouraged softly, his voice deep and husky, wrapped in the heat of their shared moment.

Iris felt a wave of warmth wash over her as his words enveloped her, urging her to surrender fully to the sensations coursing through her.

As he continued to rock her against him, Iris felt her body tense in anticipation, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.

The exquisite friction, the perfect rhythm they created together, sent her spiraling into a realm of bliss. The world around her faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in their passionate embrace, lost in each other.

She could feel the pressure building deep within her, an impending wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

Her breathing became ragged, her body responding with an urgency that echoed her innermost desires.

Every thrust pushed her closer to that precipice, and she felt herself teetering on the edge, suspended between pleasure and a release that felt almost too good to be true.

Ross leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered words of encouragement, coaxing her toward her climax.

"You're doing so well, Iris. Just a little more, and you'll feel it—the release you've been craving. Trust me. It will be the greatest feeling ever."

Those words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, igniting a fire within her. Iris surrendered completely, allowing herself to be swept away by the tide of pleasure that engulfed her.

She let out a choked cry as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her body shuddering violently as she felt herself unraveling.

"COMING!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the stillness as she succumbed to the intensity of her orgasm. Every nerve in her body flared to life, the pleasure coursing through her like a river, wild and unstoppable.

She felt herself breaking apart, the world dissolving around her as she lost herself in the moment, utterly consumed by the man who had claimed her.

As she collapsed against him, breathless and shaking, Ross held her close, feeling the heat of her body against his.

He marveled at the beauty of the moment—the way their bodies moved together, the connection they had forged in this dance of ecstasy.

He knew that he had taken something precious from her, but in that instant, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a certainty that they had crossed a threshold that neither could return from.

The boundaries of their pasts blurred, leaving only the two of them entwined in a web of pleasure, passion, and newfound intimacy.

Meanwhile, Derek Davies could not believe his eyes. The sight of his mother's pink cunt stretching beyond its limits was undeniably enticing, a visual that tugged at his deepest instincts.

Each thrust of Ross sent shivers through him, a conflicting mix of desire and despair coursing through his veins. He felt his body responding instinctively, as if it were betraying his heart's anguish.

Derek stared, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. He hadn't anticipated seeing his mother being fucked so intimately, right in front of him. The sight ignited something unexpected within him.

Perhaps the cruelest part of it all was how the two new lovers continued for the entire night. They went on for hours, their passion seemingly endless, the sounds of their coupling filling the air with an unrelenting intensity that seemed to mock Derek's presence.

Every moan, every gasp of pleasure felt like a blade twisting deeper into his heart. And yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away.

The sexual positions they indulged in were an overwhelming sight to behold!

***

Morning arrived slowly, the first rays of sunlight creeping through the curtains and bathing the room in a soft glow. It wasn't until the afternoon that Iris finally woke, her body stiff from exhaustion.

She shifted under the blanket, her naked form barely concealed by the thin fabric she shared with Ross.

Her gaze flickered to the side, where the man lay next to her, still sleeping soundly.

His ordinary face, so serene in the quiet of the morning, belied the chaos he had wrought.

Despite the calmness in the room, the storm inside her heart raged on. A deep resentment bubbled within her, an anger so fierce she could hardly stand the sight of him.

This was the man who had shattered her world, claiming her in the dead of night on what should have been a hot romantic evening with her husband.

The hate she felt was like a weight in her chest, heavy and suffocating.

Yet as she sat there, trying to steady her breath, her body began to betray her once again. It was subtle at first, a growing warmth spreading through her core, but soon it was undeniable.

In just a few breaths, the memories of the previous night came rushing back with startling clarity.

Every kiss, every touch, every wave of pleasure that had crashed over her—it all replayed in her mind, and with it, her body responded in kind.