My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 304: Goddess Fucked: Twelve Inches of Ruin (r-18)
One brutal, unrelenting thrust—twelve full inches disappearing into her in a single, devastating stroke. Her pussy opened for him like it had been carved for this moment—walls stretching impossibly around his girth, clinging tight and wet and molten-hot, taking every veined inch until his hips slammed flush against hers and his balls pressed to her ass.
Her tight pussy felt like pure fucking sin made flesh—a slick, scalding vise of velvet that gripped him so ferociously it stole his breath.
The walls were impossibly snug, rippling and spasming in frantic little flutters the instant he was fully in, milking his shaft in greedy, rhythmic pulses that dragged along every throbbing vein like they were trying to pull him deeper forever.
Hotter than fever, wetter than sin, her inner muscles clenched and fluttered in perfect, hungry waves—squeezing so tight around the thickest part of him that he could feel the delicate ridges inside her fluttering against his corona with every heartbeat.
It was molten silk fused to living fire, a slick, sucking heat that hugged him root to tip and refused to yield even a fraction of an inch, every convulsive flutter sending white-hot sparks racing up his spine.
Phei’s eyes flew wide.
A raw groan tore from his throat—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
She cried out—loud, unrestrained, head falling back as her body arched off the desk. Her pussy clamped down hard around him—fluttering, rippling, milking the full length buried inside her like it never wanted to let go.
For one suspended heartbeat they stayed locked together—bodies trembling, breaths mingling, the impossible reality of it sinking in: twelve inches, fully sheathed, no resistance, no limit, just perfect, devastating fit.
Then she moved.
Graceful even now—hips rolling in a slow, sinuous circle that dragged her walls along every throbbing vein, making him groan again. She met his next thrust—coming up to meet him as he pulled back and slammed home again—deep, hard, relentless.
He fucked her savagely—hips snapping forward in powerful, punishing strokes, each one driving the full twelve inches to the hilt, balls slapping wetly against her ass, cock dragging along every sensitive ridge inside her on the pull-out before plunging back in.
Her pussy gaped briefly each time he withdrew—pink inner walls visible, clinging desperately—before swallowing him whole again on the next thrust.
Yet she remained graceful.
Even as he railed her—desk creaking under their force, her breasts bouncing with every impact, slick pouring down her thighs and his—she moved like water: hips rising to meet him in perfect rhythm, back arching in elegant bows, hands roaming his shoulders, his back, nails dragging lightly as she took everything he gave.
Her moans rose—high, melodic, unbroken—even as he pounded into her with feral need.
"Harder," she gasped against his mouth. "Give me everything, dragon. Ruin me."
And he did.
Savage. Deep. Endless.
While she—graceful, divine, insatiable—took it all and gave it right back.
Every thrust filled her completely—twelve thick inches stretching her pussy wide, veins dragging fire along her walls, the flared head battering her cervix with each deep plunge.
Her slick coated him—creamy white froth bubbling at the base, dripping down his balls, soaking the desk beneath them. Her lips clung to his shaft on every pull-out—puffy and red, gaping open for a heartbeat before swallowing him again—the wet schlick-schlick-schlick filling the room like obscene music.
She clenched her pussy around him—walls rippling, milking, trying to keep him inside forever—every vein pulsing against her sensitive ridges of her pussy walls, every thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her core.
Her ass bounced softly with each impact—cheeks rippling, jiggling hypnotically—as she rolled her hips back to meet him, taking him deeper, harder, faster.
No one had ever taken him like this.
No one had ever fit him so perfectly—pussy stretched thin and red around his girth, walls fluttering in endless spasms, slick gushing with every plunge, coating them both in wet, filthy proof of their union.
He fucked her like he was claiming a goddess—deep, relentless, every inch owned, every thrust a vow.
She took it all—moaning high and melodic, body arching, thighs trembling, pussy convulsing around him in wave after wave of pleasure.
They were lost.
Two divine beings—cock and pussy joined in perfect, sinful union—ruining each other in the most sacred way possible.
And neither wanted it to end.
Phei spun her in one fluid motion—her back slamming to his chest, wrists caught gently but firmly in his grip behind her—and bent her forward over the wide mahogany desk.
Her breasts flattened against the cool, polished wood—soft tits squishing flat, nipples scraping raw against the surface with every shallow breath. Papers scattered like frightened birds; a pen rolled off the edge and clattered to the floor.
Her long dress—already torn open down the front—fell away completely when he shoved the remnants aside, leaving her bare from shoulders to ankles except for the shredded thong still clinging uselessly to one thigh, soaked lace dangling like a defeated flag.
He kicked her feet wider apart.
Her ass arched up instinctively—perky, bubbly, cheeks still flushed red from earlier grips, the firm globes parting slightly to reveal the glistening pink of her pussy.
Slick dripped in slow, obscene strands between her thighs—thick, clear threads stretching and breaking to land on the carpet, her swollen lips parted and dark pink, entrance fluttering with every heartbeat, clit engorged and throbbing visibly under the lamplight.
Phei stepped in close.
One hand fisted in her hair—not yanking, just holding her head tilted back so he could see her face when he entered her. The other gripped the base of his cock—twelve thick, veined inches, flushed crimson and glistening with her juices—and notched the fat head against her dripping entrance.
No warning.
He thrust.
The first brutal stroke buried him halfway—her pussy stretching wide around the sudden invasion, lips blooming outward then clamping tight, inner walls rippling in frantic welcome. She cried out—sharp, high, broken—back bowing deeper, ass pushing back to meet him even as her thighs shook violently.
He didn’t pause.
Another hard snap of his hips—eight inches now, then ten—her cunt opening for him like it had been waiting lifetimes. Twelve full inches disappeared in one final, savage plunge—his hips slamming flush against her ass, balls pressed to her clit, crown kissing her cervix with searing pressure.
She screamed—raw, unrestrained—head jerking back in his grip, eyes rolling as pleasure-pain exploded through her core.
"Fuck—yes—deep—!"
He groaned—low, guttural, almost animal—as her walls clamped down like a velvet fist, fluttering wildly around every throbbing vein, milking him from root to tip. She was molten inside—hot, slick, impossibly tight despite taking all of him, her pussy gripping so perfectly it felt like she’d been molded for this exact cock.
He started to move.
Not slow. Not gentle.
Hard. Deep. Relentless.
Each thrust pulled him almost to the crown—her lips dragging outward, clinging desperately, thick strands of cream stretching between them—before he slammed back in, driving every inch home with a wet, filthy slap of skin on skin.
Her ass cheeks rippled with every impact—jiggling softly then snapping back, the flesh turning pinker under the repeated force, the perfect bubble bouncing hypnotically with each brutal hilt.
She came almost immediately—walls convulsing in violent spasms, squirting clear jets around his pistoning cock that soaked his balls, her thighs, the desk beneath them. Her moans turned into continuous, melodic cries—high and sweet even as he fucked her like he was trying to break her in half.
"Harder—gods—harder—!"
He obliged.
