Chapter 489: Chapter 489

The other girls weren’t staying idle. Nala and Jasmine moved to either side of the chair, their hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. Nala leaned down, her heavy breasts brushing against my face, the scent of her skin making my head swim. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her inner thigh, guiding my fingers toward her own heat.

Mendy was still on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide as she watched the sheer scale of the worship. Tessa looked over at her, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Mendy! Stop being shy already," Tessa commanded, pointing toward my lap. "Get down there and show him you’re part of the team. Suck those balls while he’s busy with Minne. Jeez, girl."

Mendy hesitated for only a fraction of a second before she slid off the bed and sank to her knees between my legs. Her hands were trembling as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the base of my cock where it disappeared into Minne. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick at my balls with a shy, frantic energy.

"That’s it, Mendy... just like that," I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as the double-sensation of Minne’s tight pussy and Mendy’s warm mouth sent me over the edge.

The room was a symphony of wet sounds—the slapping of my skin against Minne’s ass, the squelch of Mendy’s tongue, and the heavy breathing of seven women. Minne was starting to lose it, her head tossing from side to side as I hammered into her. Her hands were locked onto my forearms, her nails digging in as she reached her limit.

"Master... oh god... UGH...!" she cried out, her voice high and shattered.

I didn’t slow down. I pushed her even further, my thrusts becoming shorter and more powerful. I could feel the internal tension in her body reaching a breaking point. Her pussy began to spasm, the walls clamping down on me with a strength that was almost painful.

"Take it, Minne! Cum for me!" I growled.

She broke. Her entire body went rigid in my arms, her back arching so hard her chest bucked forward. A long, trembling scream tore from her throat as she went into a full-body convulsion, her release flooding over my cock and soaking into the chair cushions. She rode the wave for a long, exhausting minute, her moans turning into ragged, breathless sobs as she completely lost herself in the pleasure.

I kept going through her climax, savoring the way her body was fighting to hold onto me. Even as her tremors began to fade, I stayed at that high-intensity pace, my cock still rock hard and pulsing inside her.

Kayla was still shaking her ass in front of me, her movements even more frantic now that she saw how close we were. Tessa was still kneading her cheeks, her face flushed with a dark, vicarious thrill.

"Look at her," Tessa whispered, her eyes locked on Minne’s wrecked face. "You really did it, Evan. You broke the head maid."

I looked around the room—at the sea of lace, stockings, and beautiful, hungry women. The night was just beginning, and I had plenty of energy left for the rest of them.

I watched Kayla’s performance with a predatory heat, my pulse hammering in my ears. The way her muscles moved under that skimpy apron was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated friction.

"With a dance like that," I rasped, my voice thick with lust, "Kayla definitely earned her spot. Get over here."

Minne was still shaking, her legs completely turned to jelly. She slid off my lap with a wet, heavy sound, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. She stayed there, slumped against the side of the chair, her chest heaving as she tried to remember how to breathe. Mendy didn’t miss a beat; she stayed right where she was between my legs, her tongue continuing its relentless, swirling work on my balls, her eyes looking up at me with a newfound hunger.

Kayla stepped forward, the confidence in her stride making her hips sway with a lethal grace. She stopped inches from my knees, looking down at my throbbing length with a wicked smirk.

"I won’t go easy on you, Evan," she promised, her voice dropping into a sultry, challenging purr. "I hope you’ve got some stamina left."

"Try me," I challenged, leaning back and gripping the armrests.

Kayla didn’t hesitate. She turned her back to me, her massive, sculpted ass inches from my face. She reached back, her fingers wrapping around my shaft to guide me. Instead of heading for her pussy, she dragged the head of my cock upward, rubbing it slowly against the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole.

I wasn’t in yet, but the friction against that forbidden heat made my vision swim. Kayla let out a sharp, jagged hiss, reaching down to spit into her palm. She rubbed the moisture over herself, trying to prep the gate, but it wasn’t enough.

Tessa saw the struggle and stepped in with a devious grin. She leaned down, her hair falling over Kayla’s lower back, and began to lick her asshole with broad, wet strokes. The sight of Tessa’s tongue working to open Kayla up for me was enough to make my cock twitch violently.

As Tessa worked, she glanced down and realized Mendy was playing with herself while she sucked me, her fingers lost in her own dripping folds. Tessa’s smirk widened. She reached down, grabbing Mendy by the legs and pulling them wide. Mendy stopped sucking, letting out a startled moan as Tessa used two fingers to scoop up a heavy handful of the juices overflowing from Mendy’s pussy.

Tessa stood up and smeared the slick, hot nectar all over Kayla’s rear, coating the entrance until it glistened under the bedroom lights.

"There," Tessa whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "She’s nice and lubricated with Mendy’s desperation. It’s ready for you now, Master. Drive it home."