The Heart System

Chapter 844: Chapter 844

Jasmine had an arm around Kim’s waist, the two of them speaking quietly while their eyes stayed locked on where my cock disappeared into Esme over and over. Kayla stood with her arms crossed under her chest, still flushed from earlier, a small smirk on her lips as she watched Esme bounce in my arms. Nala had put her twin tails over one shoulder and was leaning against the glass railing, clearly still a little embarrassed by her own outfit but unable to look away. Minne stood a step behind everyone else, hands clasped in front of her, cheeks pink but eyes bright with curiosity.

I kept fucking Esme in that same steady rhythm, lifting her, dropping her, letting her soft body take every inch. Eleanor continued playing with her tits and the soft curves of her waist and hips, occasionally murmuring quiet praise that made Esme’s face burn hotter.

"You’re doing so well," Eleanor said softly near Esme’s ear. "Taking him so deep like this... such a good girl. Look at that..."

Esme’s breathing grew sharper. Her thighs tightened around my waist. Soft, needy little sounds started spilling from her more frequently against my shoulder. I could feel her getting closer, real closer.

"Evan..." she whispered, voice shaky. "I think I’m..."

I thrust up harder, holding her tightly against me. Eleanor gave both of her soft tits a firm squeeze at the same time.

Esme’s whole body tensed. She suddenly bit down on my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to muffle the sharp cry that tore out of her as she came. Her pussy convulsed around my cock in strong, rapid flutters, and a warm rush of wetness spilled down my shaft and dripped onto the balcony floor. She trembled in my arms, soft broken sounds still vibrating against my skin while the orgasm rolled through her in waves.

I kept moving through it, slower now, letting her ride every pulse until the strongest of them finally began to fade. Only then did I carefully pull out. My cock slipped free, still hard and shiny, a thin string of her wetness connecting us for a second before it broke.

I slowly lowered Esme back down until her feet touched the ground. She swayed a little; Eleanor steadied her with a gentle hand on her waist. Esme’s face was flushed, eyes a bit glassy, the too-tight maid uniform still clinging to her soft body.

I turned around and looked at the rest of the girls. They were all still watching me, different expressions, different levels of patience, but every single one of them waiting.

I smiled.

"Well," I said, still a little breathless. "Let’s continue this inside, shall we?"

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Time had blurred. Everything was just happening... so fast. And the weather was now clear... not fully, but still.

I had no real idea how long we’d been at it, only that it had been well over an hour of nonstop fucking, switching partners, positions, and rooms until most of the girls were completely spent. The master bedroom was a mess of tangled sheets, discarded clothes, and the heavy scent of sex.

Kayla was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, back arched, thick ass pushed high. I knelt behind her, gripping her soft hips, and drove into her pussy with deep, steady strokes. Every thrust made her heavy cheeks ripple and clap against my hips. The wet, rhythmic sound of me fucking her filled the quiet room.

I raised my hand and gave her ass a firm slap. The flesh jiggled under my palm. I did it again on the other side, harder, leaving a faint red mark.

"Fuck... look at this ass," I muttered, voice rough from overuse. "Still so soft... still taking me so well even after everything."

Around us the others were wrecked.

Nala and Jasmine lay sprawled on the far side of the bed, chests rising and falling hard as they tried to catch their breath. Both of their pussies were messy and glistening, thick cum slowly leaking out of them onto the sheets. Nala’s twin tails were completely undone and stuck to her damp neck. Jasmine had one arm thrown over her eyes, the other resting limply on her stomach.

On the floor near the foot of the bed, Tessa was flat on her back, legs still loosely open, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression. Eleanor lay beside her on her stomach, cheek pressed to the carpet, one arm stretched out. Both of them were still breathing heavily, bodies marked with handprints and the evidence of everything that had already happened.

I had no idea how I was still going. My cock ached, my hips burned, and sweat ran down my back, but every time Kayla pushed her thick ass back against me I found another reserve of energy.

I spanked her again, then leaned over her back, one hand reaching under to roughly squeeze her soft tit while I kept thrusting.

"You’re still so fucking wet," I groaned against her shoulder. "This pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go..."

Kayla turned her head just enough to look at me over her shoulder. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and heat.

"You want to get me pregnant, don’t you?" she said, voice low and a little hoarse. "That’s why you keep fucking me so deep... why you won’t pull out. You want to fill me up until it takes. You want to see me with a big belly and even bigger tits... milk leaking out while you still fuck me from behind like this."

The words went straight to my cock. I groaned and slammed into her harder, the wet slap of my hips against her ass growing louder.

"Fuck... yes," I admitted, gripping her hips tighter. "I want to pump you full. I want this perfect ass bouncing on my cock while you’re carrying my cum. I want everyone to know I bred you."

Kayla let out a breathless little laugh that turned into a moan as I hit a particularly deep angle. "Pervert... you’re such a fucking pervert, Evan. Talking about knocking me up while the others are still leaking your cum all over the bed..."