Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1040 Magazine

Ashley’s body responded instinctively, her hips lifting to meet his touch, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on for dear life, lost in the ocean of pleasure he was creating for her.

Ross’s skill was evident in every movement, his body moving with a rhythm that left them both breathless.

He knew exactly how to touch her, how to tease her, how to push her to the brink and keep her there, begging for more.

Ashley’s body was slick with sweat, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps, her mind a blissful haze of pleasure and contentment.

Ross’s hands never stopped moving, his touch roaming her body, teasing and tantalizing, squeezing her ass and pulling her close against him, letting her feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach.

The sensation was overwhelming, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, her mind a blur of ecstasy and desire.

"Ross... please put it inside me now." Ashley begged, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and lust.

There was only so much she could take, her body aching with a need that bordered on pain.

She looked at Ross’s handsome face, her expression a blend of vulnerability and pure, unadulterated desire.

The thought of her dead husband, Lyric, was no more, replaced by an all-consuming hunger for Ross’s big, fat 16-inch cock deep inside her tight, pink pussy.

Ashley knew that Ross was teasing her, drawing out the pleasure, pushing her to the brink and back.

She had been on the verge of coming multiple times, only for Ross to stop, letting the tension build between them like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"There’s no rush, Ashley. We have all the time in the world," Ross murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.

He pushed himself lower, his breath hot against her skin, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

In just three breaths, he was face to face with Ashley’s beautiful pussy, his eyes feasting on the sight of her.

It was still as beautiful as he last saw it, her folds glistening with arousal, her clit peeking out from its hood, begging for his touch.

Ross licked his lips, a primal, hungry gesture, and then he ate Ashley’s delicious pussy, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting every inch of her with a fervor that left her breathless.

Ashley’s hips bucked against his mouth, her body responding instinctively to his skilled touch.

She could feel the tension building, her muscles coiling tight as she approached the precipice of release.

Ross’s tongue and fingers worked in tandem, his movements synchronized, driving her higher and higher, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.

"Ohhh... god.." Ashley moaned as Ross continued his intense attention on her pussy.

Her pussy juice leaked profusely, and Ross kept slurping it up like his most favorite soup to drink.

He savored her fresh, thick pussy milk, his tongue delving deep into her folds, tasting every inch of her with a hunger that left her breathless.

When Ross put his tongue inside, Ashley couldn’t help but move her hips up and down, using his long, fat tongue to bring herself to the brink of ecstasy.

She rode his face with abandon, her body seeking the release that Ross had been teasing her with for so long.

Finally, she achieved what she had been craving.

"I’m coming, Ross! Yes!" Ashley screamed as her pussy squirted all over Ross’s mouth.

Ross did not disappoint; he continued to eat her cunt, drinking all of her pussy juice with relish.

When he was done licking, not a single drop of her cunt juice remained, licked to the last drop.

Ashley came so good, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already facing Ross’s big, fat cock on her lips.

She looked up, and Ross was positioned beside her head, his intentions clear as day.

"Your cock is so big, Ross. I don’t think it’ll fit in my mouth," Ashley trembled, her voice a mix of awe and trepidation.

If her mouth couldn’t accommodate it, she feared to imagine how his massive cock would feel inside her pussy next.

Her thoughts drifted to her late husband, Lyric, who had a considerable size, but Ross’s cock was on a whole other level.

It was as if her fate had taken a wild turn, leading her to this moment with a man whose endowment surpassed anything she had ever experienced.

"Just lick the tip. Make it wet. I don’t want to hurt you too much when I fuck you after," Ross replied, his voice low and commanding.

Ashley nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

She did her best to make Ross’s cock wet, kissing it gently at first, then licking it with increasing fervor.

She even spit on his cock to ensure it was super wet, her hands working in tandem with her mouth to prepare him for what was to come.

Ashley put all her effort into the task, spending five dedicated minutes to ensure Ross’s cock was perfectly wet and ready.

Her hands, meanwhile, were not idle; they fondled Ross’s big balls with a gentle, teasing touch, adding to the intensity of the moment.

When she was satisfied that her work was done, Ross positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide to expose her most intimate place.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he applied pressure, pushing his massive cock into her wet folds.

Ashley’s expression turned to one of concern and terror as she felt the immense pressure building between her legs.

The sensation of something so big trying to enter her pussy was overwhelming, and she could feel herself stretching impossibly wide.

Even with just the head of Ross’s cock at her entrance, she felt as if her pussy was going to break.

The thickness and fatness of the cockhead were unlike anything she had ever experienced, and the thought of taking the entire length of him sent shivers of both anticipation and fear down her spine.