Chapter 381. Now’s The Perfect Time To Thrust Inside Her and Let Her Feel Young Man**

Chapter 381: 381. Now’s The Perfect Time To Thrust Inside Her and Let Her Feel Young Man**

As the seconds stretched on, a surreal realization began to dawn on her through the haze of her arousal.

The volume was so overwhelming that she didn’t even feel like she was swallowing it; it felt as though the semen was simply flowing through her, filling her mouth and then sliding down her esophagus in one continuous, heated stream.

’It’s so much cum...’ she thought frantically, her mind spinning in circles. ’It’s not stopping... he’s cumming straight into my stomach...’

’It’s filling me up from the inside... H-how can a man like Mike exist?!’

’How can someone possess this much power?’

Mike wasn’t finished. His hips continued to twitch in involuntary spasms, each shudder sending another powerful pulse of seed deep into her throat.

He kept her face pressed flush against him, his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to see it; he wanted to witness the exact moment her expression shifted from shock to the dazed, drooling ecstasy of being completely filled by him.

"Drink it," he commanded between ragged, choking breaths. "Don’t you fucking dare let a single drop escape!"

"Swallow it all, Aveline!"

The command acted like a trigger. Aveline’s throat worked reflexively, her muscles convulsing as she tried to drain the endless supply.

The taste was overwhelmingly salty, thick, and intensely masculine, and the feeling of her stomach beginning to feel warm and heavy with his release was the most debasing pleasure she had ever experienced.

Splurt... shlick... gluck...

Her moans had turned into wet, desperate gurgles. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to contain the overflow, saliva and cum mixing into a frothy white foam that leaked from the corners of her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Her eyes remained rolled back, showing only the whites, her entire body shaking from the aftershocks of the intensity.

Mike watched with predatory satisfaction, his own breathing slowly evening out as his body continued to pump out its payload.

He could see the way her throat bobbed rhythmically, the way her eyes fluttered in a trancelike state, completely conquered by his seed. She was no longer just a woman; she was his vessel, filled to capacity with the proof of his dominance.

As the final spasms of Mike’s climax subsided, his hips slowed their frantic bucking, leaving him panting heavily. He didn’t release his grip on her hair immediately; instead, he savored the sight of her wrecked state.

When he finally began to withdraw, the sound was obscene: a wet, suctioning shllllllluck as his slick, overheated cock slid out of her flooded throat.

Aveline collapsed backward slightly, her knees giving out as she slumped against the mattress. Her mouth hung open in a slack, helpless gape, completely unable to close.

Because the volume of semen had been so monstrous, she simply couldn’t contain it all. Thick, creamy rivulets of white seed began to pour from her lips, cascading down her chin and over her neck.

Drip... splat... schlick...

The overflow continued unabated, the hot liquid streaming down her throat and pooling in the valley between her heavy breasts before spilling over the sides. She looked like she had been drenched from the inside out.

Her chest heaved as she tried to draw air, but her throat felt swollen and sensitive, the muscles still twitching from the relentless stretching.

Mike looked down at her, his cock still standing proud and glistening, coated in a thick layer of her saliva and his own spent seed.

He let out a low, mocking chuckle that carried a note of genuine admiration for the carnage he had wrought.

"Holy fucking shit... Aveline," he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead while his eyes raked over her dripping body. "You were moving like a fucking rabid animal down there."

"Choking yourself on my cock like your life depended on it! You looked absolutely desperate!"

Aveline could only let out a weak, wet whimper, "Nnnngh... mmmph..." as another stream of cum escaped her lips.

Mike leaned closer, his shadow falling over her exposed, dripping cleavage. "You know what?"

"It’s almost a waste," he mused, his voice dripping with predatory amusement. "A woman like you, with that mouth, that hunger... it’s a waste that you don’t have a cock of your own to pleasure yourself with every damn day."

"You’d probably fuck yourself senseless."

Aveline’s mind was a chaotic whirl of sensation and disbelief. Every time she tried to swallow to clear the mess, her body rebelled.

The sheer volume was beyond anything her body was designed to handle. Her stomach felt unnaturally heavy, stretched tight with the warmth of his release.

’I can’t... I can’t take any more,’ she thought desperately, her internal monologue fragmented and dizzy. ’It’s too much... I’m already full.’

’My stomach feels like it’s going to burst... there’s no more room...’

Whenever she attempted to gulp down the excess dripping from her lips, she would immediately gag, her throat spasming against the overwhelming fullness.

The sensation of being so completely stuffed with him physically and metaphorically sent waves of shame and arousal through her that made her whimper and moan involuntarily.

"Mmmph... hnggg... ahhh..." Her cries were broken, wet sounds that punctuated the dripping noise filling the room.

She lay there, exposed and overflowing, her eyes unfocused as she stared up at the ceiling, her body still quivering from the aftermath of being Mike’s private feeding ground.

The taste of him remained thick on her tongue, a constant reminder of the impossible amount he had just forced into her.

Mike watched her for a moment longer, savoring the way she looked utterly broken, dripping with his essence, and completely undone. His desire hadn’t faded; if anything, seeing her so overwhelmed had only stoked the fire deeper.

He reached down, his large thumb pressing against her swollen lower lip, forcing her mouth to gape even wider.

"Don’t close it yet, princess," he murmured, his voice thick with dark intent. "Now that you’ve serviced my cock so thoroughly, and now that you’ve shown me how well you can take it... I think it’s time I properly reward you."

Aveline’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The thumb against her lip felt like a brand.

"Mmmph... Mike..." she whimpered, the sound muffled by the residual cum coating her tongue.

"Get on the bed, Aveline. On Tyler’s bed," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to fuck you where you’re most vulnerable."

Aveline froze. The mention of her son’s name sent a jolt of lightning through her nerves. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.

The guilt was immediate and suffocating, but beneath it, the arousal was so potent it felt like a sickness. She knew she should refuse, that she should flee, but her body belonged to Mike now; every inch of it had been claimed by his cock and filled by his seed.

As she dragged herself across the mattress, her knees unsteady, her mind spiraled into a vortex of apology. ’I’m sorry, Tyler... oh god, Tyler, I’m so sorry...’

The thought screamed in her head as she climbed onto the sheets that smelled faintly of her son’s cologne. ’Your mom is being so bad... she needs this from your friend... she can’t help it...’

’Please forgive me, baby... please forgive your mommy~!’

But as soon as her hips touched the mattress, the guilt was drowned out by the sheer physical reality of Mike’s presence. He moved over her with the grace of a predator, pinning her wrists above her head.

Instead of restraining her roughly, he interlaced his fingers with hers, trapping her hands in a possessive, intimate grip. The contact of their palms made her shiver violently.

"Look at it, Aveline," Mike whispered, leaning down until his breath was hot against her ear. "Look at what’s about to claim you again."

Aveline’s eyes involuntarily dropped. There it was, his cock, still massive, still throbbing with residual blood, resting directly against the soft skin of her stomach.

It looked monstrous against her flushed flesh, glistening with a mixture of sweat and the remnants of her earlier service.

"Nnngh... ahhh... mmmph!!" she moaned, her hips involuntarily bucking upward.

The sight of it, so close she could feel its heat through her abdomen, made her stomach flip with desperate need.

Mike began to grind his pelvis against her lower belly, the tip of his cock sliding along her sensitive skin, teasing the entrance to her cunt.

The friction produced a wet, sliding sound that echoed in the quiet room.

Schlick... schlick... schlick...

"You’re already soaking for me, aren’t you?" Mike taunted, watching her pupils dilate until her eyes were almost entirely black. "Even after all that cum in your throat, your body just wants more."

"You’re a fucking addict."

"Yes... mmph... please... Mike... please!!" Aveline cried out, her voice cracking.

She squeezed his hands hard, her knuckles white, as she watched the cock slide higher and higher toward her pelvis. The guilt was still there, a dull ache in the back of her mind, but it was being consumed by the overwhelming, primal need to be impaled, to feel him stretch her open once more.

Mike shifted his weight, hovering over her as he admired the view. Aveline lay beneath him, flushed and panting, her wrists locked in his.

His gaze dropped to the thin strip of golden silk still clinging to her hips, her panties stretched taut over her swollen folds.

Instead of stripping them off, Mike let out a low, appreciative hum. "You know what? These gold panties... they look fucking hot pressed against your cunt like this."