Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 Parcel
Rachel’s lips found the head of his cock, enveloping it in a series of hungry, teasing kisses, followed by a series of deep, exploratory sucks.

Each suck was a prelude to a moan, a sigh, a release of the pleasure building within the two of them.

Each lick was a prelude to a moan, a sigh, a release of shared pleasure building between them.

Heat crackled in the air, and Rachel’s breath grew heavy, lewd.

Her low, throaty moans echoed the intensity, her breasts heaving rhythmically against Ross’s cock. The scene was intensely sensual, explosive.

Three minutes later, Ross surrendered to the pleasure, letting go completely.

Pew

Pew

Pew

A single, explosive release, a thunderclap of sensation that resonated through the room.

The air, thick with the scent of arousal and anticipation, seemed to vibrate with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Ross arched his back, letting out a low groan as the wave of release crested.

“Mmm…” Rachel gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she sought to capture the essence of his release.

Her mouth opened wide, eager to drink in the sweet, warm surge of his ejaculate.

But the torrent was too much, too abundant.

A wave of pearly white fluid flowed over her breasts, cascading down her chest, a glorious, impromptu shower of male essence.

She leaned back, her body swaying gently, a sigh escaping her lips, as the hot, potent liquid coated her skin, a testament to the passionate intensity of the moment.

She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, luxuriating in the lingering warmth and the intoxicating scent of his seed.

The sensation, a wave of ecstasy, washed over her.

She allowed the liquid to linger, clinging to her skin and the entirety of her face, a sensual reminder of Ross’ awesome explosion.

The room, once filled with anticipation, now held a quiet, lingering intimacy, the air thick with the lingering scent of passion.

“You’re beautiful, Rachel,” Ross murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her skin.

He watched, mesmerized, as she meticulously cleaned the last vestiges of his cum from her face, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch imbued with a sensual grace.

She traced the contours of her skin, her eyes never leaving his.

Taking a slow, measured breath, she then tenderly brought a finger to her mouth, tracing slow circles within, her gaze locked on his.

The act was a slow, deliberate dance of intimacy.

Several minutes passed in this intricate lewd action of careful cleaning.

Every drop, every trace of his essence, was meticulously removed and Rachel also bid her time well.

“I know I’m beautiful. You’re incredibly lucky to have me, Ross,” Rachel replied, her voice a low, seductive whisper, a sound that resonated deep within him.

With a graceful, fluid movement, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes still locked on his.

Her tongue, a skilled explorer, danced across the length of his cock, a meticulous cleaning that left no trace of the previous release.

Her touch, a mixture of tenderness and fierce desire. Rachel really knew how to act.

And she wasn’t surprised to find Ross still as hard as ever.

A man of such profound pleasure, a master of his own desires, surely understood that the key to a modern harem lay in his ability to consistently satisfy and delight his women.

“I have more to show you,” Rachel announced, a spark of excitement igniting in her eyes.

She rose, her movements fluid and captivating, and extended a hand to Ross, pulling him to his feet.

Leading him, hand in hand, she guided him toward the bedroom.

Ross, surprisingly compliant and eager, allowed himself to be led, his eyes locked on Rachel, anticipating what was to come.

Rachel was only wearing a red underwear right now and it clung deliciously around her pussy.

Reaching the bed, it was his turn to take the initiative.

“Hmmmmmm…” He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate, wet kiss.

His hands found their way to her body, drawing her closer, deepening the embrace.

His touch, firm and knowing, sent a shiver down her spine. His lips moved over her neck, tracing a path of fire, sending waves of heat through her.

He nipped at her earlobe, his breath warm against her skin, whispering words of desire in the silence of the room.

Her breath hitched as he moved his hands lower, tracing the curves of her body, his fingers lingering on the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her hips.

Rachel arched into his touch, the sensation echoing the depth of their connection.

He kissed her again, this time more deeply, more intensely.

His hands found their way lower, tracing the delicate line of her inner thigh, sending a current of pure desire through her.

“Ahhhhhhh…” She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch with a visceral hunger.

The air crackled with unspoken desires, the anticipation palpable.

His hands, now exploring the soft curve of her waist, moved lower still, sending a rush of heat through her.

As Ross’s hand reached for Rachel’s most intimate part, she abruptly broke the spell, a mischievous glint in her eyes and a great sense of panic she hid so well.

“Wait,” she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down his spine.

“I have something better in store for you.” She deftly sidestepped his touch, her movement a dance of anticipation and playful defiance.

Her hands moved with practiced ease, guiding him towards a new level of surrender.

With a swift, practiced efficiency that belied the passion simmering beneath the surface, she helped him shed his clothes, his shirt falling to the side like a discarded cloak, leaving him naked, exposed, and completely sexy.

His body, now laid bare, lay sprawled on the bed, a canvas of raw masculinity.

Rachel, her eyes gleaming with a knowing smile, gently nudged him with a finger, her touch a spark igniting the fire already burning within him.

“You’re going to love this, Ross.” Rachel promised.