Chapter 53: Early Morning Blowjob And Boobjob To Appease Wood [R-18]One hand stroked his shaft, slick with her saliva, her fingers gliding in rhythm with her mouth, coaxing pleasure with a pornstar’s skill.

    Her huge melons swayed softly, brushing his thighs, her erect nipples grazing his skin, sparking faint jolts of heat. She was so lost in her task, her eyes half-lidded, she didn’t even notice he was awake. Sёarch* The N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Deus groaned again, the pleasure crashing through him, sharp and electric. Her throat was a tight, warm vise, squeezing his cock with each deep thrust, her tongue relentless, her strokes precise.

    The wet, squelching sounds of her sucking, the soft pops when she teased his tip, drove him wild, his divine body tensing, his hips twitching instinctively.

    ’Fuck, she’s hungry for it,’ he thought, his frown easing into a smirk, lust rekindling in his glowing eyes. Her devotion, her greed for his essence, was a spark that set his core ablaze.

    Mira had by now discovered that he’s awake, but seeing that he’s liking it, her focus didn’t waver, her lips gliding, her hand stroking, her huge melons pressing closer, their plush weight a sensual tease.

    She knew that as a prideful god he is. He’ve already gave her his word. He won’t punish her for pleasuring him without asking, No even in normal settings without his promise, there’s no way he’ll punish her right?

    Thinking this, her confidence increased...

    The room was heavy with the scent of sex, the air thick with her soft moans, muffled by his cock, and his own low grunts.

    She was relentless, her deepthroating smoother now, her throat adjusted to his size, taking him effortlessly, her saliva dripping, coating his shaft in a glossy sheen. Deus watched, his pleasure building, her boldness igniting something primal.

    She’d taken his leniency to heart, acting without asking, pleasing him with a fierce, unrestrained hunger.

    His hand moved to her head, fingers tangling in her hair, not guiding but resting, letting her work, savoring the sight of her mature, lewd beauty—tongue out when she pulled back, eyes glazed with lust, drool glistening on her lips.

    Mira pulled back, her lips glistening, a strand of saliva trailing from her mouth to his throbbing cock. With a sultry glint in her eyes, she spit on his shaft, the warm, slick liquid dripping down, coating him in a glossy sheen.

    Her hands moved to her huge melons, lifting their heavy, oiled weight, and she sandwiched his cock between them, the soft, plush flesh enveloping him in a tight, warm embrace. At the same time, she leaned forward, her lips closing around his tip, sucking with a hungry pull, her tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge with quick, teasing flicks.

    "Damn, she’s even better than last night," Deus groaned, a wave of pleasure coursing through him, his voice rough and primal. "I can’t get enough of this feeling..." His body tensed, his hips twitching as the dual sensation hit him like a storm.

    Her melons were a velvet vise, squeezing his cock with a slick, rhythmic glide, the oil and her spit making every stroke smooth, the plush weight of her breasts a sensual torture. Her mouth on his tip was relentless, her lips tight, sucking like she was starving for his essence, her tongue dancing with a pornstar’s finesse, flicking and swirling, sparking jolts of heat that made his head spin.

    Mira worked with fierce devotion, her huge melons sliding up and down his length, their soft flesh rippling with each motion, her erect nipples grazing his thighs, adding faint, electric sparks.

    The wet, squelching sounds of her boobjob mingled with the soft slurps of her sucking, a lewd symphony filling the room.

    She pressed her breasts tighter, the pressure perfect, her lips never leaving his tip, sucking harder, her tongue teasing the slit, drawing a deep, guttural groan from Deus.

    His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles whitening, his chest heaving as pleasure surged through him, each stroke of her melons, each flick of her tongue pushing him closer to the edge.

    "Fuck, Mira..." he growled, his voice breaking, his glowing eyes locked on her, drinking in her lewd beauty—her mature face flushed, eyes half-lidded with lust, drool slipping from her lips as she sucked, her huge melons bouncing softly.

    The sight of her, the feel of her, was overwhelming, better than the night before, her skill sharper, her hunger fiercer. His cock twitched between her breasts, throbbing in her mouth, the heat building in his core, a white-hot pressure that made his groans louder, more desperate.

    Mira’s focus didn’t waver, her breasts gliding faster, squeezing his cock in a relentless rhythm, her lips sucking his tip with a wet, hungry pull, her tongue swirling with wild intensity.

    The slick, oiled friction of her melons, the warm, teasing suction of her mouth—it was too much. Deus’s body trembled, his groans turning to a low, primal roar, his pleasure peaking as her devotion consumed him.

    She was a fucking goddess, her huge melons and skilled mouth a divine gift, and he was lost in it, his divine senses drowning in ecstasy.

    Mira’s huge melons kept sliding, their oiled, plush weight squeezing Deus’s throbbing cock in a relentless, slick rhythm.

    Her lips stayed locked on his tip, sucking with a fierce, hungry pull, her tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge, flicking the slit with quick, teasing strokes.

    The wet, squelching sounds of her boobjob blended with the soft, slurping pops of her mouth, a lewd chorus that filled the room. Her breasts bounced softly, their heavy flesh rippling, her erect nipples brushing his thighs, sparking faint jolts that fueled his pleasure

    . She was a fucking vision, her mature face flushed, eyes glazed with lust, drool glistening on her lips as she worked him with unmatched devotion.

    "Fuck, Mira..." Deus groaned, his voice rough, breaking under the onslaught of pleasure.

    His body tensed, his hips bucking slightly, his cock twitching between her melons, throbbing in her warm, tight mouth. The sensation was unreal—her breasts a velvet vise, gliding with perfect pressure, her tongue a relentless spark, teasing him to the edge.