God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 675

Chapter 675: Let Me Have The Other End

Kafka’s voice was a low, dirty growl, his eyes burning with delight as he leaned closer, the sausage still deep in her throat, bulging beneath her skin.

“God Mom, you’re taking it so good.” He purred, his hand tightening on her neck, his thumb tracing the bulge. “But we aren’t done yet.”

“I’m gonna move this fat sausage in and out, slide it deep in your throat, make sure that juicy flavor spreads everywhere.”

“…So, you ready to get fucked by this meat, Mom? Ready to feel it pump your throat like a greedy little slut?” He said a promise of violation, and Olivia’s pussy clenched, her arousal spiking despite the degradation, her body trembling with a desperate need to please him.

Before she could respond, Kafka pulled the sausage out, its thick length slipping from her mouth with a wet, obscene pop, leaving her gasping, her chest heaving as she sucked in air, her lips glistening with saliva.

“Breathe, Mom.” He murmured, his voice a filthy caress, his eyes locked on her flushed face. “Gotta catch your breath before I stuff this meat back in, fill that tight throat again.”

Her moment of reprieve was fleeting, his hand guiding the sausage back to her lips, its tip brushing her before he pushed it in, slow and deliberate, the thick meat sliding deep, stretching her throat until she felt it bulge, a gagging reflex rising that she fought to suppress.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” Kafka growled, his voice thick with lust, his hand steadying her neck as he began to move the sausage, sliding it in and out, each thrust sending waves of flavor across her tongue. “Like feeling this big, juicy sausage fucking your throat, hitting every fucking spot, coating your mouth with all that meaty taste?”

“…Bet it’s filling you up, making your pussy drip, ain’t it, you dirty little whore?” His words were relentless, each word a lash that stoked her arousal, her eyes watering as the sausage pumped her throat, her body shuddering with a perverse pleasure she couldn’t deny.

“Mmph!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Abigaille’s moan was a sultry hymn, her fingers working her pussy through her soaked underwear, her eyes half-lidded with arousal as she watched, her voice a filthy purr.

“Goddamn, Olivia, you look so erotic!♡~” She groaned, her hips grinding against Kafka’s thigh, her fingers circling her clit. “Taking that sausage down your throat like a cock-hungry slut, choking on it, loving every inch!♡~ I’m in love with this, watching you get throat-fucked by that meat. Bet your pussy’s creaming, begging for more.” Her words were a taunt, amplifying the depravity, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dirty whisper. “Kafi, go faster, fuck her throat harder!♡~ Bet she can take it, bet she’s dying to feel that sausage pound her like a real cock!♡~”

Kafka’s grin was lecherous, his eyes glinting with approval as he tightened his grip, his voice a low, filthy challenge.

“You heard her, Mom.” He growled, his hand pumping the sausage faster, the thick meat sliding in and out of her throat with a wet, obscene rhythm. “Can you handle this? Can you take my sausage fucking your throat like a good little slut, letting it stretch you wide, fill you deep?”

“…Show me, Mom, show me how much you love this meat.” His thrusts quickened, each one deeper, harder, the sausage hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, her eyes widening with each push, obscene slurping noises escaping her lips as she struggled to keep up.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

Olivia’s body trembled, her throat burning, but she adapted, her reflexes yielding to the relentless rhythm, her tongue instinctively swirling around the sausage, sucking it greedily as it pumped her mouth.

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Gag!♡~ Suck!♡~”

The flavor was intoxicating—spicy, cheesy, meaty, flooding her senses, her pussy throbbing with every thrust, her arousal a fire she couldn’t quench.

Kafka’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his voice a dirty purr. “Yes, Mom, you’re doing perfect.” He groaned, his hand stroking her neck, feeling the sausage’s bulge beneath her skin. “Look at your throat, taking it all, swallowing my meat like a fucking champ. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Knowing you’re pleasing your boy, sucking his dish like a filthy whore?”

His hand traced her throat, his fingers pressing against the bulge, a possessive touch that made her whimper, her body quivering with pleasure. “So fucking wonderful…” He murmured, his voice thick with pride. “..seeing my mom enjoy my sausage like this, letting it fuck her throat, making it hers.”

“..You’re so beautiful, Mom, so fucking hot with my meat deep inside you.” His praise was degrading, yet it filled her with a shameful ecstasy, her pussy dripping as she surrendered to his will.

“Mmph!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Then, in a sudden, filthy impulse, Kafka leaned down, his lips brushing her throat, kissing the bulging skin where the sausage pressed, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

“Might hurt a little, Mom.” He murmured, his voice a dirty whisper, his kisses soft but searing. “So, I gotta give this throat some love, make it feel good while it’s getting fucked.”

His lips sucked gently, his tongue tracing the bulge, and Olivia’s body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crashing through her, the sensation of his kisses, the sausage’s relentless thrusts, overwhelming her senses in a depraved symphony.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

Abigaille’s gasp was a desperate moan, her fingers plunging beneath her underwear, fucking herself openly as she watched, her voice a filthy plea.

“Oh my, Kafi, this is too hot.” She groaned, her hips bucking, her pussy gushing. “I can’t just watch, I gotta join in, gotta taste that sausage too…Let me suck the other end, let me share it with Olivia, make it fucking nasty.” Her eyes burned with hunger, her body trembling with need, and Kafka pulled back, his voice a low, approving growl.

“Fuck yeah, Mom.” He said, his eyes glinting with delight. “I’ve been waiting for you to beg for it. Let’s make this sausage a real fucking party.” He shifted Olivia forward, the sausage still half-buried in her mouth, its thick length glistening with her saliva, and positioned Abigaille at the other end. “Open wide, Mom.” He ordered, his hand gripping Abigaille’s neck, guiding her toward the sausage’s free end. “Suck it like you mean it, like you’re starving for my meat.”

Abigaille’s mouth opened, her lips parting wide, her tongue darting out as she took the sausage’s tip, sucking it with a fervent, sloppy hunger, her moans muffled as she worked it deep.

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Gag!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Kafka’s hands held their necks, pushing them together, their faces inches apart, their lips sliding along the sausage’s length, their saliva mixing in a wet, obscene dance.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Olivia’s frustration surged, her eyes locking with Abigaille’s, the sight of her best friend sucking the same sausage a humiliating mirror to her own degradation.

But Abigaille’s eyes sparkled with delight, her tongue swirling, her lips smacking, her pleasure blatant and unashamed.

“Fucking divine.” Kafka groaned, licking his lips, his eyes feasting on the sight, his voice a filthy hymn. “Both my moms, sucking one fat sausage, taking it deep like the dirty sluts you are.”

“This meat’s already bursting with flavor, but with your wet mouths, your greedy tongues, it’s the most delicious fucking sausage in the world.”

“…Look at you, sharing it, slurping it, making it yours. Fuck, both of you are so hot, so fucking dirty and perfect.” He said, each word stoking their arousal, their bodies trembling as they sucked, their lips meeting at the sausage’s center, their tongues brushing in a fleeting, forbidden touch.

“Mmph!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

“Keep going, you filthy whores.” Kafka growled, his hands pushing their heads, guiding their rhythm, the sausage sliding in and out of their throats in unison. “Suck that sausage like it’s my cock, like you’re worshipping every inch, begging for my cum…Taste each other’s spit, let it mix, make it fucking nasty.”

His voice was a command, his dominance absolute, and Olivia’s pussy throbbed, her frustration drowned by a wave of depraved pleasure, her tongue working the sausage, her lips slick with Abigaille’s saliva…