Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 500
Chapter 500: Chapter 500 Pan
They pleasured him until his length was slick and ready, standing tall and proud—an undeniable testament to his virility.
Diane swallowed hard.
She had never seen anything like this before.
And when Amy finally spoke, she felt the anticipation in the air grow even heavier.
“Move aside for now, Sandra. I take the first ride.”
Sandra gave a small, knowing smirk and stepped back, but her eyes never left Ross’s cock.
There was an unspoken understanding between them—a silent agreement that they would both get what they wanted tonight.
Amy, bold as ever, wasted no time.
She turned her back to Ross, her hands slipping under her skirt to tug her panties to the side.
She didn’t bother taking them off—she just moved the fabric enough to expose herself, her slick folds glistening under the dim light of the room.
Then, reaching back, she wrapped her delicate fingers around Ross’s thick shaft, aligning the tip against her entrance.
Diane’s breath caught.
She knew what was about to happen.
But even knowing wasn’t enough to prepare her for what she saw next.
Amy began to lower herself—slowly, carefully.
The moment Ross’s tip breached her, she let out a small gasp, her body tensing at the sheer size of him.
Inch by inch, she took him in, her walls stretching around his massive girth.
The struggle was evident on her face, her brows furrowing as she adjusted, her breathing uneven.
The stretch was intense—too much, too soon.
And yet, Amy wanted it.
She bit her lip, forcing herself to relax, knowing the initial pain would fade. It always did.
Soon, she would adjust.
And then…
Then, it would feel incredible.
Diane’s nails dug into the wooden doorframe.
She shouldn’t be watching this.
She should turn away.
But she couldn’t.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her throat dry.
This was a side of intimacy she had never even imagined. Raw, unfiltered, real.
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And deep inside, she felt something stir.
Something she didn’t quite understand.
Something she wasn’t sure she wanted to understand.
Not yet.
“Don’t be left out, Sandra. Come up here,” Diane heard Ross say, his voice smooth yet commanding.
Sandra hesitated for only a moment before understanding what he wanted.
She undressed quickly and then…
With a slow, deliberate movement, she crawled onto the bed, her breath quickening as she positioned herself above him.
The moment Ross’s mouth met her, she let out a sharp cry, her body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes! Ross! You’re the best!” she moaned, gripping the sheets as his tongue moved with expert precision, teasing and devouring her with a masterful rhythm.
Diane, standing just beyond the doorway, sucked in a breath.
Her heart pounded in disbelief as she took in the sight before her.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined her older sisters being so utterly uninhibited—so willing to surrender themselves to a single man.
And yet, what surprised her even more was the absence of rivalry.
There was no jealousy, no fighting, only a shared passion that bound them together in an intoxicating dance of pleasure.
Her gaze lingered on Ross, whose touch seemed to ignite something primal in her sisters.
Was this the kind of lover he was? A man who could drive a woman to the edge of madness with just his mouth?
A shiver ran down her spine. Is this how Ross will make love to his wives too?
For minutes that stretched endlessly, Diane remained frozen in place, watching as Ross continued to pleasure her sisters.
Their gasps and moans filled the air, the sheer intensity of the moment making her breath hitch. Then, a sudden thought struck her.
Slowly, she reached for her phone.
Holding it steady, she captured a few perfect shots—Ross lying beneath her sisters, their bodies intertwined in passion.
She stared at the images, her mind racing with possibilities.
Yet, she made no move to interrupt. Instead, she lingered in the shadows, silently witnessing the scene unfold, drinking in every moment.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she turned and slipped away unnoticed, leaving behind the echoes of pleasure that still reverberated through the room.
When Diane returned to her room, her body was still ablaze with heat.
The scene she had just witnessed replayed in her mind—the moans, the gasps, the way Ross completely dominated her sisters. It was intoxicating.
Her breath came in short, shallow pants as she locked the door behind her.
The moment she was alone, she stripped off her clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
Her skin was hot to the touch, her nipples already stiff, aching for attention.
Sliding onto the bed, she spread her legs, her fingers immediately finding the wetness between them.
A shuddering sigh escaped her lips as she began to toy with her clit, her other hand trailing up to pinch and tug at her sensitive nipples.
Her mind wandered, slipping deeper into fantasy.
What if it were me?
The thought sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
She imagined herself in Sandra’s place, straddling Ross’s face as his expert tongue worked her into a frenzy.
Then, in her sister’s place—her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her with long, deep thrusts, stretching her, filling her completely.
“Ahhh… ohhh… ughhh…” Diane moaned, her back arching off the bed as she lost herself in the pleasure.
But then, unbidden, another image intruded.
Her boyfriend.
The thought of him barely flickered in her mind before frustration twisted in her chest.
She had a boyfriend. A normal one.
One who had been begging her for months to send nudes, to let him see her bare and vulnerable.
She had always refused, maintaining a sense of control over their dynamic.
But now, she was the one filled with an insatiable need. And she wanted to test something.
Grabbing her phone, she quickly typed out a message.
“Send me a picture of your cock. Quick!”
She smirked to herself. It was almost amusing.
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