My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 99 Gate

"Hmmm..." Fay's brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to suck on Riley's cock. This was a whole new level of challenge, a testament to the sheer size and hardness of the great manhood.

It felt like a formidable obstacle, a mountain range of pulsating flesh.

Her mouth, initially hesitant, began to work with renewed determination, but the sheer girth of the cock made capturing it with her mouth a near-impossible feat.

Her hands, meanwhile, fumbled around the length, desperately trying to grasp it, their fingers dancing across the taut, rippling male muscle. This was a formidable opponent, a great sign to Riley's potency.

Despite the initial struggle, she found a rhythm, a groove that allowed her to work with his movements and find the sweet spots.

With renewed focus, she coaxed him further, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. The air crackled with the unspoken anticipation, the tension building to a fever pitch.

In the end, Fay got the reward that she had been working on for minutes.

Pew, pew, pew.

The sounds of near explosion echoed through the space, a pleasing ending to the rhythmic grinding of lust.

Riley's climax erupted in a torrent of thick, creamy cum, a sudden, explosive release that coated Fay's mouth and face. It was a deluge, a wave of pure pleasure.

Fay, overwhelmed but utterly captivated, tried to consume every drop, her tongue darting and swirling, seeking out the sweet spots, tasting the unexpected tang of the cum.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

She swallowed as much as she could, her mouth quickly filling, the cum coating her face like a glistening mask.

Her tongue, ever adventurous, snaked around the edges of her lips, exploring the unfamiliar textures and tastes.

Surprisingly, Riley's cum wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it tasted oddly...satisfying, almost sweet. She took another generous mouthful, a mix of exhilaration and surprise.

But beneath the surface of the cum, something unexpected lay hidden.

"You're still so hard, Riley!" Fay breathed, her voice a husky whisper, a mix of exhaustion and desire.

"Do I need to play with your thing still?" A playful glint danced in her eyes, a hint of amusement at the persistent hardness of his cock.

"If you want," Riley responded, his voice low and throaty, a rumbling bass that vibrated through the air.

He leaned in, his lips tracing the curve of Fay's pussy, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers down her spine.

As she neared her own release, he purposefully paused, allowing her to fully experience the sensations, giving her the time to savor every moment of their shared pleasure. There was no rush, no pressure.

This was a prelude to something more profound, a slow dance leading to a deeper connection. He wanted to be sure she was enjoying herself, to make this a truly unforgettable experience.

Fay was his now, and tonight would cement that reality.

"Okay, then," Fay's voice was a low, husky murmur, barely audible above the rhythmic thrumming of the room. She settled into the task, her focus laser-sharp.

Her hair, smoothly pushed behind her ears, framed her face as she gazed intently at Riley's cock. It was a surreal, almost dirty act. They were both pleasuring each other with the use of their mouths.

The thought was both exhilarating and unsettling. But Riley had shown her a different world in their first encounter, a world where boundaries were fluid, where primal desires held sway.

And now, she was mirroring his actions, his movements, his pleasure, echoing the ancient dance of desire.

"Hmmm..." a low sigh escaped her lips. Her movements were now deliberate, infused with a growing passion.

She poured love and attention into the act, feeling a profound, almost psychic connection to Riley.

She could feel him, sense his response resonating through her, a palpable current of pleasure coursing through her very being.

The room itself seemed to vibrate with the unspoken desires, the unspoken language of their shared experience. The air crackled with anticipation.

And the moment she plunged Riley's cock deeper into her mouth, she felt his hips thrusting upwards, a frantic will urging her onward. She understood his unspoken plea, his silent language of desire.

With a surge of determination, she pressed on, driving the massive cock further and further back, until it nestled against the very back of her throat.

The world around her narrowed to a searing focus, a vortex of sensations. The pressure mounted, building to a suffocating crescendo.

Her lungs burned, but the pleasure, the exquisite torment, was more compelling than any need for air.

The intense pressure, the deep penetration, the intoxicating pleasure, all coalesced into a breathtaking crescendo.

Her body arched, her muscles contracting and releasing in a wave of exquisite torment and ecstasy.

Her mind swam with sensations – the heat, the pulse, the throbbing power of the cock in her mouth, the desperate need to satisfy the unspoken desires.

The world outside faded, replaced by a dizzying kaleidoscope of sensations. She was losing control, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, the sheer physical demands of the moment.

She almost passed out from the ordeal.

"Hak... hakk... hakk..." Her breaths were ragged gasps, each one a tiny tremor against the overwhelming pleasure she was both giving and taking all at the same time.

"Don't push yourself, Fay. We have all night to explore each other's bodies," Riley whispered, his voice a low rumble against her ear.

He moved in, his lips tracing the curve of her inner thigh, then dipping lower, consuming her. He devoured her sweet, pink depths, tasting the thick, luscious fluids dripping down his cheeks.

Each drop was a burst of pure, intoxicating pleasure. He savored the taste, the sensation, the exquisite feeling of her pulsing against him.

Fay, overwhelmed by the intensity, felt a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure wash over her. Unable to contain it, she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

She felt the heat rising, the pressure building, and she cried out with a mixture of ecstasy and surrender.

"Riley! Oh, Riley! It's...it's too much! I can't...I feel it coming. I'm so close! Comingggg!" Fay's voice was a strangled cry, a mixture of pleasure and pain, a proof to the intensity of the moment.

Her climax erupted in a torrent of liquid gold, splashing onto Riley's face. He gasped, his eyes fluttering closed as the warm, sweet liquid coated his skin.

It was Riley's turn to return the favor, and he didn't waste a moment. He leaned in, lapping up the sweet, golden liquid, savoring the unique taste of Fay's virginal essence.

This wasn't like anything he'd experienced before. Each woman was of course different.

It was pure, unadulterated, intoxicating pleasure. He drank deeply, relishing every drop, every sensation, every moment.

He traced the contours of her body with his mouth, tasting the saltiness and sweetness of her skin, the warmth of her arousal radiating through her.

This was a new territory, a delicious exploration, and he intended to savor every precious drop of this intoxicating pleasure.

He felt the unique texture and sensation, the sweet, almost milky taste unlike anything he'd encountered before.

He traced the contours of her body with his mouth, tasting the saltiness and sweetness of her skin, the warmth of her arousal radiating through her.

The two repositioned themselves on the bed, now face-to-face, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the room.

Riley's gaze lingered on Fay's, a silent conversation passing between them, a promise whispered in the stillness. A slow, knowing smile played on his lips.

"Hmmm," he murmured, a low rumble that vibrated through the air. He leaned in, and their lips met, a tentative dance at first, their touch hesitant yet undeniably drawn to each other.

It was a slow exploration, a delicate tasting of each other's desires. They tasted each other, savoring the unique flavors of their shared anticipation, the hint of something raw and untamed in the air.

It was their first kiss, and the intensity of the moment added a new layer of intoxicating romance to the night.

Time seemed to warp as they consumed each other's mouths, a music of whispers and sighs filling the space around them. Minutes melted away, each one a cascade of sensation.

When their lips finally parted, both were gasping for air, their eyes locked in a shared breathlessness. They stared into each other's eyes, the reflection of their mutual desire shimmering in the depths.

In Fay's eyes, a mixture of fear and excitement, of vulnerability and desire. Riley saw the same, mirrored in his own reflection.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, palpable and potent. Fay, caught in the moment's spell, felt Riley's hard cock pressing against the entrance of her tight, virgin pussy, a silent tremor of anticipation.

The pressure was a constant reminder of the promise of things yet to come, a subtle, yet powerful, whisper of what lay ahead.

A blush crept up her neck, her heart hammering against her ribs. The air crackled with the unspoken words, the unspoken desires, a promise of lust and longing.

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"I'm going to make you my woman now, Fay." Riley said and then he slowly pushed into her depths.