CHAPTER 134: XAVIER LIVING THE LIFE! (R-18)

They switched again, Celene reclaiming her position, her pussy still sensitive but eager. "More, Xavier—don’t stop now. I need to feel you cum inside me this time," she begged, sinking down with a whimper.

Her ride was slower now, more grinding, her enormous breasts pressed to his chest as she rocked, the friction on her clit building another climax.

Xavier’s hands roamed her back, caressing the arch of her spine, down to her ass, guiding her movements. Inside her, he felt the familiar grip, tighter from her recent orgasm, pulling at him deliciously.

Seraphina joined in, straddling his face this time, her pussy dripping onto his tongue as he lapped at her, tasting their combined essences.

"Eat me while she rides you—make us both cum, you stud," she demanded sluttily, grinding down.

Xavier’s world was sensory overload: Celene’s pussy milking his cock, Seraphina’s folds on his mouth, his hands caressing both their curves—breasts, hips, asses—in a frenzy.

Celene came again first, her begs turning to screams: "Yes, more—cum with me!" Her pussy spasmed, triggering Xavier’s release.

He thrust up hard, spilling deep inside her, the hot jets filling her as waves of ecstasy washed over him, his thoughts a blur of fulfillment and desire for more.

Seraphina followed, her orgasm crashing as his tongue worked her clit, her body shaking. "I’m cumming—oh fuck, yes!" She collapsed beside them, the three entwining once more.

But the night wasn’t over. As breaths slowed, hands wandered again. "Round three?" Celene whispered, her voice slutty and inviting.

Xavier pulled them close, caressing their curves, lost in the lust that bound them. The moonlight faded toward dawn, but their hunger endured, bodies moving in endless pursuit of pleasure.

The first hints of dawn began to creep through the curtains, painting the room in soft pinks and golds that mingled with the fading moonlight, but the three lovers were oblivious to the world outside.

Their bodies glistened with sweat, the air thick with the heady scent of sex—musky and sweet, a testament to the hours of passion they’d already shared.

Xavier lay sprawled on the bed, his muscular frame relaxed yet thrumming with residual energy, his cock still semi-hard from the last release, twitching as Seraphina and Celene’s hands roamed over him lazily. Their enormous breasts pressed against his sides, nipples grazing his skin like teasing promises, their black hair tangled and wild from the frenzy.

Celene nuzzled his neck first, her lips brushing his earlobe as she whispered, "Round three, Xavier? Or are you too spent for us already?" Her voice was a playful taunt, but underneath lurked that insatiable hunger, her blue eyes sparkling with renewed lust. She shifted, her thick thigh draping over his, the heat from her pussy still radiating, slick and ready.

Seraphina chuckled softly on his other side, her green eyes dark with desire as her fingers traced the veins on his abdomen, dipping lower to encircle his shaft. "Don’t tease him, Celene. We both know he’s got more to give. And I want it... facing away this time, so you can watch my ass bounce on that thick cock."

Her words were slutty and direct, laced with a begging undertone that made Xavier’s blood heat up again. She squeezed him gently, feeling him harden in her palm, the velvety skin stretching taut over steel.

Xavier groaned, his hands sliding over their curves—squeezing Celene’s full hip, then Seraphina’s rounded ass—as lustful thoughts swirled in his mind. These women, with their voluptuous figures and unquenchable appetites, were like addictions he couldn’t shake.

The way their bodies moved, the sounds they made, it all fueled a primal need to possess them, to drive them to ecstasy again and again.

"You two will be the death of me," he murmured, but his voice held no reluctance, only eager anticipation. "But if it’s reverse... then show me."

Celene moved first, her black hair swaying as she positioned herself, turning away from him to straddle his hips in reverse cowgirl. The view was breathtaking—her wide hips flaring out, her enormous ass presented like a gift, cheeks full and firm, dimpled slightly at the base where they met her thighs.

She glanced over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her lips.

"Like what you see, Xavier? This ass is all for you... now fill me up again. I beg you, slide that big dick inside—I need it stretching me, making me your slut." Her words dripped with desperation, her hand reaching back to guide him as she hovered above his now fully erect cock.

Xavier’s hands caressed her curves instinctively, palms sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly to expose her glistening pussy.

The sight made his cock throb harder, pre-cum beading at the tip.

She lowered herself slowly, the head of his dick nudging her entrance, parting her slick folds with a wet kiss. The feeling inside her was immediate and intense—hot, tight walls enveloping him inch by inch, her pussy still sensitive from before, clenching around his girth like it was made for him.

It stretched her deliciously, a burning fullness that sent shivers up her spine, her inner muscles rippling as she took him deeper, bottoming out with a gasp.

"Oh fuck, Xavier," Celene moaned sluttily, her voice breaking as she began to move, lifting and dropping in a slow, teasing rhythm.

"You’re so deep like this... hitting spots I didn’t know I had. More—please, give me more! Pound this pussy, make it yours."

Her enormous ass bounced with each descent, the cheeks jiggling hypnotically, the slap of skin echoing in the room. Inside, his cock dragged against her walls, the friction building heat, her wetness coating him fully, making every slide smoother, hotter.

From Xavier’s view, it was pure erotic art—her back arched gracefully, black hair cascading down like a dark river, her hips rolling in circles that ground her clit against his base.

His hands roamed her curves with reverence and hunger: tracing the dip of her waist, then back to her ass, gripping handfuls of flesh to guide her movements, spanking lightly to urge her faster.

The sensation of her pussy around him was overwhelming—a velvet glove squeezing rhythmically, pulling at him with each lift, milking him as she dropped.

Lustful emotions surged through him: awe at her beauty, possessiveness as he claimed her depths, a raw need to fill her until she screamed. Thoughts raced—how perfect her ass felt under his palms, soft yet resilient, how her tightness made him feel massive, powerful.

Seraphina watched from the side, her hand between her legs, fingers circling her clit as she bit her lip.

"Ride him harder, Celene—you look like such a desperate whore. Beg for it, tell him how much you crave his cum." Her own enormous breasts heaved with arousal, nipples hard peaks begging for attention.

Celene’s pace quickened, her begs turning frantic. "Yes! Xavier, harder—fuck me like the slut I am. I need more, deeper... please, don’t stop! Your cock feels so good, stretching me wide." She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, her pussy clenching tighter as his cock hit her G-spot repeatedly.

The feeling intensified—waves of pleasure radiating from where they joined, her walls fluttering, building toward release. Xavier’s caresses grew more insistent, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, pulling gently, while the other squeezed her hip, pulling her down harder.

Xavier thrust up to meet her, his hips bucking, driving deeper into that welcoming heat. The pleasure coiled in his core, each bounce sending jolts through him, his balls tightening. "Celene... your pussy’s gripping me so tight, like it never wants to let go," he growled, his voice thick with lust. His thoughts were consumed by her—the curve of her ass as it rippled with impact, the way her enormous breasts must be swaying out of sight, the slutty pleas that made him want to give her everything.

Celene came with a shuddering cry, her body tensing as her pussy convulsed around him, pulses of ecstasy milking his cock. "I’m cumming—oh god, more, fill me!" She ground down hard, riding out the waves, her ass pressing against his groin until she collapsed forward, breathless.

Seraphina didn’t wait, pushing Celene aside gently with a hungry glare. "My turn, you greedy bitch. Watch how a real slut does it." She turned away, straddling him in reverse, her black hair flipping over her shoulder as she presented her own spectacular view—her ass even fuller, cheeks rounded and inviting, her hips swaying teasingly. "Xavier, look at this ass... it’s begging for your cock. Slide in deep—I need it, please, stretch me out again. Make me beg for every inch."

Xavier’s hands were on her immediately, caressing her curves with fervent need: palms gliding over her thighs, up to cup her ass, thumbs tracing the cleft before spreading her. Her pussy was dripping, eager, and as she sank down, the feeling was electric—her walls hotter, tighter from anticipation, enveloping him in a slick embrace that made her gasp. It filled her completely, the thickness pressing against every sensitive nerve, a delicious ache that turned to bliss as she adjusted, her inner muscles clenching possessively.