....

The session stretched on, minutes turning into an eternity of friction and heat. Lyra squirted repeatedly, the sofa becoming a literal damp of love juices, yet Quinn’s cock remained rock solid, refusing to bend or break under the pleasure....

"Why are you not cumming? It’s already been minutes, while my husband can only last seconds!" Lyra cried out, her voice a mix of sheer disbelief and growing desperation.

She was truly shocked now, this thick, massive cock was a different breed compared to what she knows. It defied every possible law she knew!!

"How about this, then!!" She growled, bringing her other hand into play. She was putting in the double handed hard work now, her palms sliding over the pulsing veins of his shaft with a frantic rhythm.

Quinn, meanwhile, was multi tasking like a pro, reaching up to pinch her nipples through the thin lace of her bra.

He didn’t remove it just yet...the tension of the restricted access was making his own blood boil!

"That’s good!!! I’m going to cum now!!" Quinn shouted.

The friction and the sight of an desperate busty Mild working him over like a dedicated worker were on an entirely different level!

Spurtt!! Spurtt!! Spurtt!!

A massive load of cum was released with the force that is strong enough to reach the cum few feet far!

The white, sticky heat covered Lyra’s face, splashing across her cheeks and forehead. The scent was powerful and addicting...so strong it felt intoxicating to the senses.

Lyra gulped hard, her eyes wide as she felt the weight of the delivery. She didn’t expect him to release that kind of volume! It was far too much, her face was painted white, while several stray spurts reached the floor and even the far wall. It had traveled an impressive distance!

"That was... so much..." she whispered, breathless and strangely satisfied.

"Ahhhhh... that was a godly handjob from a busty black haired Milf!!" Quinn said, grinning from ear to ear.

It was truly a perfect day. He had survived the arena, eaten a meal fit for a king, and now he was being serviced by a stunning, busty elite MILF.

She was the perfect picture of a perfect wife!

’I will definitely make you mine! I promise this!’ he promised internally and gave her a surprised...

A shrieked resounded...

"Ehkkk!!" Lyra squeaked as Quinn gave her nipples one final, playful pinch. The sudden sensation sent a fresh jolt through her, making her toes curl.

"Sorry... did I hurt you?" Quinn asked, pulling back slightly.

He didn’t want to overstep his bounds too far...not while his head was still technically on the line!

"Ah... no... no. It actually felt good, hehe," Lyra admitted, her face still flushed.

She began to clean the cum from her hands, but instead of using a towel, she did something that made Quinn’s heart skip a beat.

She swallowed it! And gulped down the milky white cum... as if it were the most refreshing drink in the world, licking her lips with a predatory hunger.

Quinn could only stare, genuinely surprised to see her take charge like that...

She licked the remnants from around her mouth and scooped the stray drops from her upper face. Lyra was completely corrupted now, her mind was now controlled by the taste of the forbidden juice!!

....

"Ahnn... ahnn... ahnn..." Lyra kept moaning, her body still buzzing.

Quinn didn’t stop his fingering. As long as she wasn’t slumped over in a dead faint, the session continued.

To him, every moan was a potential point! and every squirt was a step closer to getting stronge!.

It was free experience points, and he was a dedicated grinder..

After a few more moments, Lyra looked down and noticed something impossible.

Quinn’s cock was still hard as a rock! It hadn’t gone limp or even lost a fraction of its strength.

"I thought... that after a man cums, his thing goes soft... Why is your thing still standing?..." she asked, pausing to catch her breath.

"My husband can only do it one time and then that’s it. Even then, his penis is only two inches long... maybe this thing is just built differently."

"I am different," Quinn said, his tone sincere.

He could hear the disappointment in her voice regarding her life. Even though he was the one "servicing" her, he felt a strange bit of pity...

She was clearly a woman with a high needs tied to a man she feels in loved with... He didn’t want to act like a total asshole, even if he was a slave.

"Ohhh... how about a bet?" she proposed, a playful, seductive glint returning to her eyes.

"Hmm? What is it? You can just order me to do anything anyway, since I’m a slave. Why bother with a bet?" Quinn asked. He truly didn’t understand the inner workings of this MILF’s mind, though he certainly wasn’t complaining about the special treatment.

Better treatment means better life! 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Hehe... I don’t need to lower myself further by just giving orders. It’s more fun this way, as long as you don’t act like a jerk," she said.

"Ahnn.... back to the topic. If your penis can stay standing for five hours, I will give you a special service reward....how about that? Hehe." Though she moaned at first...she still managed to finished what she wanted to say...

Quinn had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.

’Seriously? Just five hours? I could hold a bridge up with this thing for a week!’

He still remembered the description of his Exclusive skill Infinite Endurance and realized she had just handed him a free win.

Still, he played the part of the struggling pup...

"Really? And what kind of service are we talking about?" Quinn asked, leaning in with curiosity.

"Hehe... that’s a secret," she teased, resuming her handjob with renewed vigor.

....

The session lasted for several more hours. They didn’t move beyond fingering and handjobs, which was a bit disappointing for Quinn’s monstrous cock but it felt more natural this way.

It was already abnormal enough that they were this intimate only a day after meeting.

’It must be the Unsatisfied thing the system showed’

Quinn thought as the five-hour mark finally passed.

’Maybe the higher the dissatisfaction, the faster they break. It’s weird, though... most slaves are probably just treated like disposable toys, yet Lyra is actually taking care of me....’

By the end of the five hours, Quinn’s cock was still standing high and mighty, unyielding like a solid metal rod.

Lyra, however, was a complete wreck. She was sprawled out on the sofa just like the day before..an utter, total defeat at the hands of a rat!!