Chapter 377. The Mouth and Breast Come Isn’t Enough! She Need More Work To Do**

Chapter 377: 377. The Mouth and Breast Come Isn’t Enough! She Need More Work To Do**

The confession hung in the air, raw and pathetic, but Mike didn’t judge. Instead, he reached down, his large hands suddenly clamping onto her breasts.

His grip was rough, almost bruising, as he squeezed her cleavage together with overwhelming strength.

"Then let me teach you how to really use them," Mike growled.

He didn’t just hold them; he began to move them. With his hands guiding her flesh, he began to pump her breasts up and down over his cock at an inhuman speed.

The force was incredible. Aveline’s head snapped back as her entire upper body was jerked in rhythm with his hands.

Slap... squelch... slap... schlick!

"AAAAAHHHH! OH GOD! MIKE! NNNGHH!" Her scream was primal as the sudden increase in speed and pressure sent electricity shooting straight to her clitoris.

The friction was intense, the wet sounds becoming a rapid-fire staccato of obscene squelching. "It’s... it’s too fast! Ahh! But don’t stop! Nnngh... YES! MORE!"

Mike’s hands were relentless, working her breasts like pistons, forcing the massive shaft to slide through the slick valley of her cleavage with devastating efficiency.

Aveline felt like she was being broken apart and rebuilt simultaneously. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hanging open as she let out incoherent moans.

When Mike finally released her, letting her hands fall back to her sides, Aveline didn’t stop. Her mind had been rewired by his touch.

She immediately grabbed her breasts again, but this time she didn’t just squeeze; she mimicked the exact rhythm and pressure he had just demonstrated.

Schlick schlick schlick schlick!

"I got it... ahh... I got it now!" she screamed, her hips working in a frantic, coordinated dance with her hands. "I can feel it... mmmph... I can feel how to make it work!"

"Ahhh! Look at me, Mike! I’m doing it! I’m doing it for you!"

She was moving with a new, terrifying proficiency, her breasts sliding over his cock with a wet, slapping sound that filled the space between them.

The sight of her, a married woman, a mother completely transformed into a panting, sweating, obscene machine of pleasure, seemed to delight Mike more than anything else.

Aveline was no longer just performing; she was hunting. The brief moment of instruction from Mike had ignited something primal within her, a desperate need to prove that she could master even the most impossible demands of his body.

Her determination manifested as a frantic, almost violent hunger.

Dropping her hands from her breasts, she dove forward again, but this time she didn’t hesitate. She latched onto the swollen head of his cock with her mouth like a drowning woman grasping at driftwood.

She began to suck with a powerful, desperate force, creating a vacuum so intense that the sound of it, a wet, echoing thwip-schlick, seemed to reverberate off the walls.

"Mmmph nnngh hnggg!" she groaned around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she drew every ounce of pleasure she could from the tip.

Her tongue became a weapon of sensation. She didn’t just lick; she attacked.

She swirled it around the sensitive rim with increasing pressure, then darted it into the slit at the tip, trying to probe the opening.

She desperately wanted to push her tongue inside the hole, to claim the very source of his arousal, but the cock was too solid, too unyielding. The tip was like a pillar of heated marble that refused to be penetrated by anything less than his full cock.

’It’s so tight... so hard... mmmph!’ her mind screamed as she struggled against the unyielding flesh. ’I want to be inside it... I want to feel him from the inside out!’

Frustrated by the limitation of her tongue, she made a decision. She would use everything she had.

While her mouth remained locked around the upper third of his shaft, swallowing the head as deeply as her throat would allow, she reached up with both hands. She grabbed her breasts again, but this time she synchronized her movements with her mouth.

It was a coordinated assault of sensation. As her head bobbed down, swallowing more and more of the thick shaft until her eyes watered and her throat constricted, her hands worked her tits in a rapid, grinding motion.

Schlick slurp... squelch... mmmph... schlick slurp!

The combo move was devastating. The friction of her breasts sliding up and down the shaft provided a constant, sliding heat, while the wet, sucking pressure of her mouth provided a concentrated, pulsing intensity.

She was attacking him from two directions at once: the slick glide of her cleavage and the wet grip of her throat.

"Nnngh ahh hnggg mmmph!" Her moans were muffled by his cock, reduced to guttural, needy sounds that escaped through her nose.

Her whole body was shaking, her hips bucking involuntarily as she fought to maintain the rhythm.

Mike watched this display with undisguised fascination. A bark of genuine, delighted laughter erupted from his chest as he watched her work.

"Fuck, Aveline," he growled, his voice dripping with approval. "You really are something else..."

"You’re literally my fucking type."

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. "You like this...?"

"You like how I do it?" she managed to gasp out when she briefly pulled away to catch a breath, her lips glistening and swollen. "I can do more... I can give you everything! Nnngh ahhh!"

Before he could even respond, she plunged back down. This time, she pushed her head forward with more aggression, forcing herself to swallow deeper than before.

The sensation of his cock stretching her throat while her tits worked frantically below created a sensory overload that pushed her toward the edge of consciousness.

Slurp... squelch... schlick... mmmph!

The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of her debasement: the wet slap of her breasts against his thighs, the rhythmic sucking of her mouth, and the ragged, desperate screams that tore from her throat as she pushed herself to become the perfect, all-consuming instrument of his pleasure.

Aveline was operating at a level of exertion she never knew her body was capable of. Her muscles burned, her throat was raw from the constant stretching, and her breasts felt swollen and hypersensitive from the relentless friction.

Yet, as she watched Mike’s face calm, amused, and utterly unruffled, a wave of disbelief washed over her.

’This is impossible,’ she thought frantically, her mind racing even as her body worked in mechanical rhythm. ’I’m giving him everything...’

’I’m combining my mouth, my throat, and my tits in ways I didn’t even know were possible... and he hasn’t even broken a sweat.’

’I don’t ever recall sex lasting this long with my husband...’

’With him, it was over before I could even settle into the rhythm. But Mike...’

A new thought crystallized in her fevered brain, something both terrifying and worshipful. ’If this is what it looks like when he’s not even close to finishing... then Mike must be the fucking peak of the human male.’

’He’s not just a man; he’s something else entirely.’

That realization acted like a shot of adrenaline straight to her core. If he were a god, she would become his most devoted priestess.

"I’ll show you... ahh... I’ll show you what I can really do!" she cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate moan. "Nnngh... ahhh!"

She redoubled her efforts, sucking on the head with such ferocity that her jaw began to ache while simultaneously grinding her breasts against the shaft with increasing heat, the saliva creating a steaming, frothy lather between them.

Schlick slurp, schlick slurp, slap, slap!

But human endurance had its limits. After several more minutes of this punishing pace, her arms began to tremble violently, and her breasts felt heavy, almost numb from the constant stimulation.

Her hands were shaking too hard to maintain the precise, grinding pressure she wanted to give him.

’I can’t stop... I can’t let him think I’m weak,’ she panicked. ’I need to change tactics...’

’I need to go deeper, more directly.’

Desperate to maintain her momentum without relying on her failing grip, she braced herself. She planted her knees firmly on the bed, steadying her shaking frame, and leaned forward with deliberate caution.

Instead of the frantic combo, she went for raw, unadulterated penetration of her throat.

Slowly, agonizingly, she began to guide his massive cock into her mouth. She didn’t try to take it all at once; she focused on the first fifty percent, lowering her chin until the thick, veined shaft disappeared past her lips.

The moment it hit the back of her throat, her eyes blew wide, tears instantly springing to her lids from the involuntary gag reflex.

"Nnngh hnggg mmph!" The sound was strangled, a wet, choked noise as her throat stretched to accommodate the impossible girth.

She could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein pressing against her esophagus. It felt like swallowing something alive, something warm and pulsing that demanded total surrender.

Just as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her senses completely, just as she felt she might pass out from the sheer intensity of having him lodged so deep, she deliberately began to pull back.

She slid off him inch by inch, the wet sound of her throat releasing him echoing in the quiet room.

Sluuuuurp... plop.

She collapsed back onto her knees for a moment, gasping for air like a fish out of water, her chest heaving and saliva dripping from her chin onto her own cleavage. Her face was a mask of exhaustion and triumph.