Read Novel Full Chapter 725: Gentle Overlord (r-18)
Chapter 725: Gentle Overlord (r-18)
"Oh... feels so perfect," Janet sighed, "I want taste you too..."
Priya echoed with a breathy giggle, "He’s so warm... so gentle to his sirens..."—feeling the shared sensation ripple through them, throats warming, mouths watering, bodies humming with echoed pleasure as their cunts clenched and leaked in sympathy.
He moved—long, deep strokes into Patricia’s mouth, hand cradling the back of her head, thumb stroking her cheek tenderly.
"My golden siren," he murmured, voice warm with love, "you take me so beautifully—look at you, so eager, so perfect." Patricia’s eyes sparkled, a delighted laugh vibrating around him—soft, happy—as milk beaded and fell from her breasts in quiet drops.
Then he guided Janet forward, helping her rise gently, fingers brushing her tear-damp cheeks with reverence as she took him in.
"My radiant beauty," he whispered, "you feel like home."
She hummed around him in pleasure— "Mmm... yes, darling... I love this... love you, Peter since the day you took me deep inside La Cherry bathroom," her clamps buzzing softly, milk leaking in warm streams as she smiled up at him, a soft laugh escaping when he called her "My shining minor, husband!"
Priya followed, her dark eyes shining with devotion as he drew her close, hand cupping her jaw tenderly.
"You exquisite temptress," he praised, voice rich with affection, "you’re breathtaking like this, Priya, I have a feeling you bailed your law firm today, didn’t? Just to give me this."
She took him deep with a soft, contented sigh— "Oh... you have no idea..." a warm, throaty laugh following as milk leaked steadily from her full breasts, her jeweled plug shifting gently with her happy movements.
He rotated between them with gentle rhythm—deep, loving throat fucking strokes into each waiting mouth, hands stroking hair, cheeks, throats, whispering praises that made them glow.
"My perfect sirens," he told them, voice tender and full of love, "you three are everything—my heart, my joy, my beautiful loves."
Soft laughter rippled through them—Patricia’s light and musical, Janet’s breathy and delighted, Priya’s rich and warm—as they shared him, eyes sparkling with happiness, spit and milk mingling in warm trails down their chins and over their breasts.
The pink fog pulsed softly around them—warm, comforting, binding their pleasure together in waves of shared bliss.
He eased Patricia up, guiding her gently to bend over the ottoman, hands stroking down her back, over the soft curve of her ass with worshipful care. "My golden would’ve been mother," he murmured as he entered her slowly—warm cock sliding into her soaked cunt with a soft, loving sound, filling her inch by inch.
"So perfect for me... feel how much I love you, Patricia."
She sighed in pleasure—"Yes... my love... go hard in me again fuck me... so deep... I’m yours," a soft laugh of pure joy escaping as cream gathered and spilled in warm rivulets.
Janet and Priya sighed with her— "She feels heaven right now... oh, I can feel it too," Janet whispered breathlessly, eyes fluttering as the shared warmth flooded her.
Priya giggled softly, eyes shining with delight, "So full... so perfect... I want him inside me or I’ll die..." her voice light and playful even as her body trembled with need.
He moved to Janet next, guiding her onto her back with strong, tender hands, kissing her softly—lips lingering on hers, then trailing down her neck as he positioned himself between her thighs.
"Come here, my radiant jewel," he praised, voice warm with devotion, eyes locked on hers as he eased the slick head of his cock against her soaked entrance.
He entered her pussy with a deep, deliberate thrust—warm, thick cock plunging fully into her welcoming heat in one smooth, powerful stroke, her swollen lips parting wide around his girth, inner walls stretching and clinging greedily as he buried himself to the hilt.
She gasped in delight—"Oh... yes, darling... so deep, so perfect... fill me completely," her voice breathy and joyful, laughing happily—a light, blissful sound—as her body arched to take him, pussy pulsing hot and tight around him with each deep, rhythmic thrust, cream gathering thick and spilling in warm, slick rivulets down her thighs.
Priya whimpered in sympathy, her own cunt clenching hard, body humming with echoed fullness as milk leaked from her breasts in soft drops.
He rotated between them with loving intensity—cunt, ass, mouth—deep, full strokes into each woman, hands stroking, caressing, whispering endless praise as he claimed them completely.
With Patricia again, he eased her onto all fours, kissing the small of her back before aligning his glistening cock with her dripping pussy.
He drove into her from behind—deep, powerful thrust that seated him fully inside her, her plump lips blooming open wide around his thickness, inner folds gripping him hungrily as he filled her to the brim.
He murmured something, hands gripping her hips firmly, pulling her back onto him with each deep plunge.
She laughed in pure delight—"Mmm... yes, my love... fuck me deep, you feel like heaven inside me," her walls clenching rhythmically around his full length, cream coating his shaft in thick, warm waves, squirting softly with every hilt-deep stroke.
Then to Priya—guiding her to straddle him reverse, kissing her shoulders tenderly as he pressed his slick head against her jeweled rim.
He thrust upward in one deep, steady motion—filling her pussy completely, her tight pussy stretching wide and welcoming around him in hot, pulsing waves.
"My smart, Priya" he whispered, hands cupping her leaking breasts, thumbs circling her nipples as he pumped deep and full into her.
She moaned deeply—"Oh... Eros... yes, take me completely... I’m so full of you," giggling with joy as her body rocked back to meet him, rim clenching tight around his buried length, warm cream leaking from her empty pussy in sympathy.
Back to Janet’s mouth after Priya came in thirty minutes—drawing her close, cradling her face as she took him eagerly between her lips. He slid deep into her throat in smooth, full strokes, letting her feel every inch as she sucked him lovingly.
His fingers threaded through her hair as she hummed around him. She laughed softly around his cock—
"Mmm... your cock taste perfect with their cum mixed with yours... I love taking all of you," milk leaking warmly down her chest as her throat worked him with devoted bliss.
"My three sirens," he told them, voice thick with devotion, eyes moving from one to the other with endless adoration. "You are my world—my perfect, beautiful loves. Every clench, every sweet moan, every way you take me so deep—you make me the luckiest god alive."
Patricia laughed breathlessly—"You spoil us so perfectly, my love..."
Janet giggled joyfully—"We’re yours... take us deeper..."
Priya moaned with a warm laugh—"Yes... fill us forever..."
Their laughter mingled—soft, delighted, affectionate—as they moved with him, bodies flowing in perfect, shared harmony, pussies and asses welcoming his full, deep thrusts with eager squeezes, mouths worshiping him with loving, hungry kisses.
The pink pheromones fog wrapped around them like a warm blanket, pulsing gently, carrying their pleasure between them in soft, rolling waves of love and bliss.
And then he pleasured all three at once.
He lay back on the wide ottoman, guiding Priya to straddle his cock—sinking deep into her soaked pussy in one smooth, full thrust, her walls gripping him tight as she moaned his name. Janet knelt over his face, lowering her dripping cunt onto his waiting mouth, his tongue plunging into her folds, lapping at her clit with firm, loving strokes while his hands cupped her ass. Patricia straddled his thigh, grinding her slick pussy against the hard muscle, his fingers buried deep in her ass—two thick digits pumping steadily as his thumb circled her swollen clit.
All three sirens moved together—Priya riding him deep and steady, Janet rocking on his tongue, Patricia grinding hard against his hand and thigh.
The pheromones pulsed brighter, linking every sensation: Patricia felt his tongue on Janet’s clit as if it were her own; Janet felt his cock filling Priya but not it’s thrusts; Priya felt both, her body trembling as shared waves of pleasure rolled through them.
Soft moans filled the air—
Patricia: "Yes... my love... so deep..."
Janet: "His tongue... oh god... perfect..."
Priya: "Fingers... cock... everything... I’m yours..."
They came together—deep, shuddering releases, bodies trembling in unison, cunts and asses clenching hard around his buried cock in loving waves, milk leaking in warm streams, soft squirts of cream spilling as they cried out his name in shared, loving bliss—
Patricia: "Eros... my love... yes... coming non-stop!" They all were.
Janet: "Oh god... yes... fill me with your tongue!"
Priya: "My sweet god... I’m yours... yes!"
—followed by soft, happy laughter that filled the room with joy—light, affectionate giggles as they looked at each other, eyes shining with shared happiness and afterglow.
He didn’t cum. Not yet.
He stood among them, cock warm and glistening with their combined love—thick cream from their pussies, slick warmth from their asses and mouths—the fog swirling softly around him like a loving embrace.
"Again," he whispered, voice warm and tender, eyes shining with adoration for his three sirens.
And they welcomed him—with soft moans of "Yes... please... deeper," loving laughter, and open arms, bodies arching toward him in eager, joyful invitation. Again. And again. And again.
The penthouse filled with the gentle scent of shared pleasure—warm bodies, soft milk, sweet arousal, and endless love—the fog cradling them all in tender, eternal intimacy.