Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1042: Chapter 1042 Turtle

Pak...

Pak...

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Ross pounded into her with unrelenting force, each thrust deep and deliberate, sending Ashley’s entire body rocking with the impact.

Her soft moans turned into loud, breathless cries, each one spurring him on even more.

Her breasts bounced with every motion, and Ross couldn’t resist their movement—he captured them in his mouth, sucking and teasing her nipples, his teeth gently grazing, while his hips continued their wild, relentless rhythm.

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer with every explosive push, ensuring that each movement hit exactly where it would drive her wild.

Ashley was trembling, every nerve in her body alive with sensation.

With this kind of precise attention to every detail, Ross was unstoppable; no woman could withstand him.

Her body moved instinctively with his, arching, bucking, and craving every inch of him that drove her closer to the edge.

Her fingers clawed at his back, leaving small marks as she tried to anchor herself against the tidal wave of pleasure he was unleashing.

"I’m coming, Ross! Coming so hard on your cock... Ahhhhhh!" Ashley screamed, her voice raw and ragged as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Her body shook violently, her juices spilling freely around him as her climax hit with a force that left her nearly breathless.

Even as she came, Ross didn’t relent—he moved with the same wild, rapid thrusts, pushing her through the peaks of her orgasm again and again.

Each movement drove her to new heights, the mixture of pain and pleasure blending into something overwhelming and intoxicating.

Ashley’s eyes were wide with lust, her mouth forming soft whimpers and sharp gasps, every sound a reflection of the intensity of what Ross was giving her.

She could feel his own desire mirrored in every calculated thrust, every grip of his hands, every suck and bite that sent sparks of sensation racing through her body.

And still, it wasn’t enough. Ross continued, relentless, a force of nature, taking her further and further into an intoxicating haze of pleasure.

She felt herself losing control entirely, her mind consumed by him, by the heat, the friction, the ecstasy that only Ross Oakley could bring.

With every stroke, every slam, she teetered on the edge of madness, and every scream, every moan, every shiver only drove him harder.

"I... I’m c-coming again, Ross! Ahhhhhh!" Ashley cried, her body trembling violently as another wave of pleasure tore through her.

Ross groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him, her juices coating him, her body completely his as he drove them both into an endless, explosive rhythm of lust.

Ashley’s eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, her body trembling uncontrollably as a storm of pleasure coursed through her.

She shouted loudly, each cry raw and desperate, somewhere between pain and bliss, as Ross continued to drill into her with relentless force.

His hips slammed into her without mercy, a steady, punishing rhythm that left no part of her untouched.

Ashley’s body convulsed again and again under him, unable to resist the tide of multiple orgasms that crashed over her with shocking intensity.

She wasn’t new to this kind of pleasure—Lyric had taken her to similar heights countless times—but the sheer size, thickness, and length of Ross’s cock inside her introduced sensations she had never experienced before.

It pushed deeper than any man ever had, filling her completely, stretching her in ways that made her gasp and cry out, and even shifting her cervix in ways that were at first slightly painful.

But now, as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her without end, she had no complaints—only the overwhelming desire to lose herself completely in him.

Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her core, a mixture of exquisite pain and uncontrollable bliss.

Her hips bucked instinctively to meet him, her hands clawing at his shoulders and back as if trying to hold herself together against the tidal wave of sensation.

Her juices flowed freely, coating him, pooling beneath her, as she squirted again and again, powerless to stop the relentless release that his size and skill demanded.

Ross’s movements were precise, deliberate, and wild all at once, each thrust deeper, harder, and faster than the last.

He captured her attention with every motion, every slam of his hips, and every intimate touch, sucking and nipping at her nipples while still plunging relentlessly inside her.

Ashley’s mind began to blur, her senses consumed entirely by the heat, the friction, the pleasure—the unstoppable rhythm of him that seemed to echo through every fiber of her being.

"Ahhhhh..."

"Ohhhhh..."

"Ughhhhh..."

She screamed, moaned, and trembled, her body vibrating as one orgasm after another tore through her.

It was as though her entire world had shrunk to the space between them, to the wet, slick connection that Ross maintained with relentless dominance.

She was drowning in it, swimming in an endless ocean of ecstasy, each wave higher, hotter, more consuming than the last.

Her cries filled the room, mingling with the wet, slick sounds of their bodies colliding, creating a symphony of lust and madness.

And still, Ross didn’t stop.

Every thrust drove her further, every slam and plunge a new peak of sensation that left her breathless, quivering, and entirely under his control.

Her body arched into him, hips lifting, heart pounding, as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming, addictive pleasure of being filled, stretched, and dominated by him.

Her orgasms didn’t stop—they only grew more intense, each one more explosive than the last, until she felt as though she might shatter from the sheer force of it, her juices flowing freely over him as he drove them both further into an unending, ecstatic storm.

It wasn’t only Ashley who came—Ross reached his peak as well, releasing wave after wave of his thick, hot seed deep inside her.

Pew!

Pew!

Pew!

Each powerful thrust sent shivers through both of them, their bodies trembling and quivering under the intensity of their combined pleasure.

Ashley’s walls clamped around him instinctively, heightening the sensations for both, and Ross groaned, completely lost in the heat of the moment.