Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs

Chapter 499: Limo Ropes (R-18)


She dropped hard one final time, grinding viciously, clit mashed against him as she locked him in place, and he shattered—roaring her name as his orgasm ripped through him, cock pulsing violently, unleashing thick, scalding jets of cum straight into her core.

Rope after endless rope painted her walls, filling her to overflowing, the warmth triggering her own climax; her pussy clamped down in brutal spasms, milking him greedily, forcing excess seed to bubble out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that oozed down his length, over his balls, mingling with her slick in a filthy puddle.

She gasped at the flood, body shuddering, walls fluttering to hold it all even as it leaked free—hot, sticky trails marking her thighs, his skin, the seat in glistening evidence of their ruin.

They collapsed together, chests heaving, her body still impaled and trembling around him, both drenched in sweat and sin.

But he was still rigid—iron-hard, buried balls-deep in her cum-soaked heat.

And as her hips gave a tentative, teasing roll, his eyes flicked down to watch his seed drip from her stretched, pulsing pussy… still hungry for more.

Madison's breath came in ragged, broken gasps, her thighs quivering like violin strings after the brutal climax he'd just pounded into her.

But when he slid out with a filthy, wet schlick, his cock bobbing heavy and slick, glazed in their combined release, she shot him that look over her shoulder—eyes glassy with lust, lips curled in a devilish smirk—and pivoted on all fours, slow and deliberate, like a predator offering herself up.

The view from behind was pure devastation.

Her dress clung in a crumpled band around her waist, framing the obscene arch of her spine. Her ass lifted high, round and plush, cheeks flushed a deep, spanked-pink, already trembling with anticipation.

Between them, her pussy gaped—swollen, ruined, glistening like polished marble.

His cum oozed from her stretched hole in thick, pearly ropes, sliding down the inside of her thigh in slow, viscous trails that caught the golden light. Her folds were puffy, flushed crimson, still pulsing with aftershocks, clenching around nothing as if begging to be stuffed again.

And just above, her tight little asshole winked—soft, slick with sweat and stray slick, a forbidden cherry perched atop the mess he'd made.

He groaned, guttural and wrecked, fisting his cock—still rock-hard, veins throbbing, coated in a glossy sheath of cream and cum that dripped from the tip in heavy beads.

"Fucking hell, Madison," he rasped, voice gravel and smoke. He slapped his length against her pussy—thwack, thwack—wet, meaty sounds ricocheting through the cabin, splattering their mess across her ass.

"Look at this greedy cunt… gaping, leaking my load, and still hungry?"

She moaned, low and filthy, pushing back until her ass grazed his hips. "Deeper," she whispered, voice shredded. "Fuck me so deep it leaks out my throat."

No hesitation. He gripped the base of his cock, slick with their filth, and notched the fat, cum-smeared head against her entrance.

Her pussy parted for him—hot, sloppy, still so impossibly tight—swallowing him in one slow, relentless glide. He watched, transfixed, as her folds peeled back, pink and glistening, devouring every inch until his hips met her ass with a wet smack that echoed like a gunshot.

Madison's spine bowed, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as he bottomed out, balls pressed flush to her clit.

He reached around, palming one heavy breast—full, bouncing, nipple a diamond under his thumb—and squeezed, rough and possessive. His other hand cracked across her ass—SLAP—the sound sharp, her flesh rippling under the blow, a red handprint blooming instantly.

"Again," she begged, voice cracking, shoving back to meet him.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. He alternated cheeks, each strike making her ass jiggle like liquid, her pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic spasms. The car rocked on its shocks, leather creaking, windows fogging with their heat.

"You love this, don't you?" he snarled, hips snapping forward—brutal, deep, the wet schlorp of her cunt taking him filling the space. "Dripping my cum down your thighs while I spank this perfect ass raw…"

"Yes—fuck, yes!" she wailed, hair plastered to her cheek as she craned back to meet his eyes, wild and desperate. "Don't stop—ruin me—"

Her pussy was a disaster—stretched obscenely, lips swollen and glossy, clinging to his shaft with every withdrawal.

Thick strings of creamy white stretched between them, snapping wetly when he slammed back in. His cock emerged drenched, painted in pale streaks of their mixed release, frothing at the base where her cunt milked him relentlessly.

He fisted her hair, yanking her head back until her throat arched, and growled into her ear, "You're gonna take every drop again, aren't you? Let me flood this wrecked hole a second time?"

"Please," she sobbed, voice breaking. "I want it—want to feel you explode in me—"

His rhythm turned feral—hips pistoning, balls slapping her clit with every thrust, the car swaying like a ship in a storm.

One hand mauled her breast, the other tangled in her hair, holding her like a leash as he pounded. Her cries turned to broken whimpers, pussy squelching louder, messier, cum and slick splattering their thighs.

He buried himself to the root one last time—hips locked, cock pulsing—and roared as he came, thick, scalding jets erupting deep inside her.

Her walls convulsed, milking him in greedy spasms, forcing excess seed to gush out around his shaft in creamy torrents that painted her thighs, his balls, the seat beneath them in glossy white.

He stayed buried, chest heaving, watching his cum drip from her ruined pussy in slow, endless rivers—staining the leather, marking her as his.

He sat back in the seat, breath still heavy, eyes half-lidded and drunk on her scent. Madison didn't speak — she just climbed onto him again, slow and confident, her bare thighs straddling his, the hem of her dress still hitched up over her hips, skin flushed and glowing in the soft light filtering through the tinted windows.

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