My Taboo Harem!

Phei watched it all from the corner of his eye, a dark, satisfied smile on his lips.

"There it is," he murmured. "You felt that, didn’t you? That deep spot. Your body already knows what it wants... even if you’re still too shy to ask for it."

He slowly withdrew his fingers.

They came out glistening with her honey coated thickly on them — the nectar stringing between his fingers before breaking. He brought them to her mouth without a word, or tasting them himself first.

"Open."

Catrina leaned forward at once, still breathing hard, and closed her lips around them. She sucked with soft, needy pulls, tasting herself mixed with the faint salt of his skin. The act made her whimper around his fingers, the sound vibrating against his skin. Her tongue moved shyly at first, then with a little more hunger as she cleaned every drop from him.

"Good girl," Phei said quietly. "Suck them clean. Taste how sweet you get when I touch you."

All the while her other hand stayed wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, using the thick, rock-hard length as something solid to hold onto while her body still trembled from the penetration.

The head of him was slick with pre-cum, the wetness spreading over her small fingers with every shaky stroke. The heavy shaft throbbed in her grip, the thick crown flaring slightly every time her fingers slid over it.

She looked down at his cock.

The heavy shaft throbbed in her small hand, the head flushed and wet, veins standing out along the thick length. Even the weight of it felt overwhelming. Her fingers couldn’t fully close around it.

A soft, almost dazed expression crossed her face as she took in the full size of him — the way the thick crown flared, the way the shaft pulsed under her touch, the way a fresh bead of precum gathered at the tip and threatened to spill.

She reached down with her free hand and adjusted the passenger seat, letting the backrest fall further. Then, with a shy, trembling determination, she turned in the seat and knelt on the soft leather, facing him. Her short skirt rode up completely, the pleated fabric bunching around her waist.

The lace socks framed her bare, trembling thighs as she bowed forward, bringing her face down toward the thick cock she still held.

She didn’t plan the next part:

Her face came close enough that the heat of his cocc brushed her cheek without thinking, she inhaled:

The scent of his cock hit her in an intoxicating warm, masculine, clean and heavy with arousal. Something about it made her stomach tighten and her thighs press together hard. A soft, almost helpless sound left her.

Catrina leaned closer and, with a shy, amateurish hesitation, dragged the flat of her tongue slowly along the underside of the shaft.

The lick of her lips was clumsy, soft and uncertain.

The taste of him and the heavier obsessive and addictive scent made her eyes flutter.

She licked again, a little higher this time, tongue dragging over one of the thick veins. Her free hand kept stroking the base while she explored him with her mouth, still nervous, still trembling, but no longer pulling away.

Her soft pussy folds remained fully exposed beneath the bunched skirt, the delicate pink entrance still shiny and slightly parted from his fingers, a thin strand of her own wetness still connecting the soft outer lips. Every time the car took a gentle curve, her body shifted and the movement made her bare pussy brush against the cool leather, the contact sending another helpless shiver through her.

The lace of her panties hung uselessly to one side, dark and soaked, framing the glistening, virgin heat he had already begun to ruin.

Phei smiled.

"That’s it," he murmured. "Good girl... lick me properly, love. From the base all the way to the tip. Slowly."

She obeyed, dragging her tongue in a long, shy stroke from the thick base all the way up to the leaking head. When she reached the tip, she hesitated for a second, then licked the bead of precum away with a soft, uncertain flick of her tongue.

"Again," he ordered quietly. "And this time, open your mouth when you reach the head."

Catrina did as she was told.

She licked slowly up the shaft once more, and when she reached the swollen crown she parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. The stretch was immediate. She could only take the first couple of inches before her throat tightened and she had to pull back, eyes watering slightly.

A soft, wet sound left her as she released him.

"Again," Phei said, voice low and absolute. "Slower. Use your tongue under the head. That’s where it feels best."

She tried again, more carefully this time, tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of the head while her small hand stroked the rest of the thick length she couldn’t fit. Soft, wet sounds filled the cabin — the quiet suction of her mouth, the slick slide of her hand, the low growl of the engine beneath it all.

Phei’s free hand rested lightly on the back of her head, not forcing, only guiding.

"That’s it," he murmured, eyes still on the road but his voice rough belying the pleasure of her mouth on his rod. "Just like that. Soft. Slow. You’re doing so well for someone so new... even while you’re still shaking. Keep that tongue moving. I want to feel it every time you take me in."

Catrina whimpered around him, the vibration traveling down his shaft. Her thighs remained open and trembling on the seat, the soft, swollen folds of her bare pussy still glistening from his fingers and her own arousal.

With another curve of the car, her body shifted, and the movement made her take him a little deeper before she pulled back again with a soft, wet gasp.

She kept going.

Amateur. Shy. Eager.

And completely, beautifully corrupted.

Phei’s one hand rested heavier on the back of her head now, guiding her in a slow, steady rhythm while the Sovereign continued to eat the dark road. The low vibration of the engine thrummed through the leather seats and into her open, trembling thighs, making her swollen folds flutter and her small clit throb with every subtle shift of the car.

She whimpered around him again, the sound filthy and helpless, and took him a fraction deeper — still amateur, still shaking, still so beautifully new... and already starting to crave the exact shape of the cock that was slowly, thoroughly teaching her mouth how to serve.

Another soft can out from her but wet moan around the head of his cock, and the way her small hand stroked him faster, using the thick, rock-hard length as the only solid thing left in a world that was rapidly dissolving into heat, taste, and the low, constant vibration of the road beneath them.

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