Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 162: Fucking the queen 2 (R-18)

Liam kept thrusting into the queen, his cock plunging deep into her tight, dripping pussy, each stroke drawing loud, desperate moans from her as she lay on the ancient sarcophagus.

Her big breasts bounced under his mouth, her dark nipples hard as he sucked them, his tongue flicking fast while her legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The tomb was a mess of sounds—her cries, the wet slap of his hips against her smooth thighs, the faint creak of the stone beneath them—and the air was thick with their sweat and the musky heat of sex. She’s fucking incredible, Liam thought, his hands squeezing her hips, feeling her tremble as pleasure built higher.

But he wanted something different now, something that’d let them both lose themselves completely.

"Let’s try this, he said to her," slowing his thrusts, his breath heavy as he pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with her juices.

The queen whimpered, her eyes fluttering open, hazy with need. Why’d he stop? she thought, her pussy throbbing, aching for him to keep going.

Liam didn’t leave her waiting long—he kissed her nipple one last time, then slid off the sarcophagus, his hands gentle but firm as he pulled her with him.

"Come here," he said, his voice rough, thick with want, and she nodded quick, her legs shaky as she followed his lead. He lay down on his back, right there on the cool stone floor, the torchlight casting shadows over his hard, sweat-slicked body.

His cock stood tall, still wet from her, and he looked up at her, a grin tugging at his lips. "Climb on," he said, patting his chest, and she got it immediately, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. Gods, yes, she thought, crawling over him, her knees pressing into the stone on either side of his head.

She adjusted herself, straddling his face, her plump ass hovering over him as she leaned forward, her big breasts brushing his stomach.

He’s so... big, she thought, her eyes locking onto his cock, still massive, glistening in the dim light. She lowered herself, her pussy inches from his mouth, and Liam didn’t wait—his hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her down, his tongue flicking out to lick her slick folds.

Fuck, she tastes amazing, he thought, sucking her clit, lapping at her juices, her sweetness flooding his mouth. The queen moaned loud, her voice echoing through the chamber, and leaned down, her hands wrapping around his cock, stroking it once before guiding it to her lips.

I want him too, she thought, her mouth watering as she sucked the tip, her lips stretching wide to take him in, just like before.

They settled into the 69 position, her sitting on his face, her pussy grinding against his mouth while she sucked his cock, both of them moaning into each other, the sounds muffled but raw. Liam’s tongue worked her relentless, circling her clit, then plunging inside, drinking her in as her juices dripped down his chin.

She’s so wet, he thought, his hands squeezing her ass, spreading her wider to get deeper. Her moans vibrated around his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through him, and he groaned soft, his hips twitching up, pushing himself further into her mouth.

Gods, he’s... he’s too much, she thought, struggling to take his size, her jaw aching as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting him, loving the way he pulsed against her lips.

Her big breasts pressed against his stomach, her nipples grazing his skin as she bobbed her head, spit dribbling down his shaft, making it sloppy and wet. I could do this forever, she thought, her pussy throbbing under Liam’s tongue, pleasure building fast as he sucked her clit, then licked her deep, his moans humming against her.

She sucked him faster, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, and the tomb filled with their sounds—her loud moans, his softer groans, the wet, filthy noises of their mouths working each other over.

Liam kept going, his tongue relentless, his hands gripping her ass, and he thought, She’s gonna come like this, loving how she was falling apart, how they were both pushing each other to the edge, locked together in this ancient, sacred place.

Liam and the queen were locked in the 69 position, their bodies pressed tight against each other on the cold stone floor of the ancient chamber, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and lust.

Her thick thighs straddled his face, her dripping pussy grinding down as Liam’s tongue worked her over, sucking her clit hard, then plunging deep, tasting her sweet, musky juices. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She’s fucking perfect, he thought, his hands gripping her plump ass, pulling her closer, her loud moans vibrating around his cock, sending jolts of pleasure straight through him.

The queen’s lips stretched wide around his massive dick, her tongue swirling, spit running down her chin as she sucked him with everything she had, her big breasts brushing his stomach with every move.

Gods, he’s... he’s too good, she thought, her pussy throbbing, her mouth full of him, loving the way his soft moans spurred her on.

The pleasure was building fast for both of them, a tight, burning coil ready to snap. Liam’s tongue flicked her clit quicker, his lips pulling at it, and he could feel her shaking, her hips twitching, her pussy gushing wetter with every lick.

She’s so close, his cock pulsing in her mouth as she sucked harder, her hands stroking his shaft, her moans humming against him like a spark to kindling. The queen was right there too, centuries of buried desire roaring to life, pleasure crashing through her like a storm.

I’m... fuck, I’m gonna come, she thought, her hips grinding desperate against his face, her lips working his dick faster, wanting him to lose it with her.

Then it happened—they both came at the same time, their bodies locking up as release hit them hard. Liam’s cum exploded into her mouth, hot, thick spurts filling her up, overwhelming her as she tried to swallow, the salty heat spilling over her tongue, dripping down her chin, splashing onto her face in sticky streaks.

So much... gods, she thought, moaning loud around his cock, loving the taste, the rawness of it, licking what she could as it coated her lips.

At the same moment, she squirted, a sharp, wet rush flooding Liam’s face, her pussy clenching as her juices gushed over his mouth, his cheeks, dripping down his neck onto the stone below.

Damn, she’s wild, he thought, his tongue lapping at her, drinking her in, his hands squeezing her ass as she shook, her cries muffled but piercing through the chamber.

They shuddered together, still tangled in each other, her mouth lingering on his cock, his lips pressed to her pussy, riding out the waves of their climax.

Her big breasts heaved against his stomach, her face slick with his cum, and she licked her lips slow, savoring every bit, her body humming with a satisfaction she hadn’t felt in centuries.

Liam’s face was soaked, her release all over him, sweet and warm, and he loved it—loved how she’d let go, how they’d pushed each other to this. The tomb fell quiet, just their ragged breaths and the faint flicker of torches, their bodies trembling, still connected, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through them like a shared heartbeat.