Lucifer nestled even deeper into Amelia's welcoming lap, his lips forming an unbreakable seal around her swollen, leaking nipple. The warm, creamy milk flowed steadily into his mouth in slow, rhythmic spurts, each pull from his gentle suckling drawing out more of the rich, velvety nectar that coated his tongue and slid down his throat like the sweetest elixir. He nursed with lazy contentment, his cheeks flushed pink, eyes firmly shut in a dreamlike haze of pure bliss. Soft, muffled sighs escaped him against her soft skin... mhmm... mmmhhh... as if he were lost in the safest, most comforting place in the world, utterly unaware of the feral chaos unfolding around him.
Amelia's fingers wove tenderly through his hair, cradling his head while her other hand devotedly worked his thick, veiny cock. She stroked him with unhurried patience, her palm gliding smoothly up and down the full length of his shaft, thumb circling the sensitive slit at the tip to spread the steady ooze of pre-cum that made every stroke slick and glistening. She twisted her wrist just so at the swollen head, squeezing the base firmly to feel him throb harder in her grip, his hips giving tiny, unconscious twitches into her palm as if his body responded on instinct alone. Hour after hour, she pumped him—slow and teasing when his breathing deepened into sleepy rhythms, faster and more insistent when his cock pulsed with need—never rushing, never faltering. Her own pussy ached and dripped onto the cushion beneath her, a steady trickle of her arousal pooling there, but she ignored it completely. This was all for him... all for her sweet, sleeping brother... and she watched his serene face with a mix of love and quiet lust, her breaths coming in soft pants as she felt him thicken under her touch.
Across the hall, the competition had ignited into a storm of raw, animalistic depravity, the air thick with the scents of sweat, musk, and slick arousal. Jason had Selene pinned flat against the cold stone wall, her lithe legs hooked tightly over his powerful elbows, her cunt stretched to its absolute limits around his monstrous 14-inch cock. He jackhammered into her with savage, unrelenting force, each brutal thrust driving his heavy, swinging balls against her soaked folds and clit with wet, meaty slaps... plap... plap... plap... the sound echoing through the room like filthy percussion, underscoring her broken screams.
Selene's body jolted forward with every impact, her full tits bouncing wildly, nipples hard and begging for attention as sweat poured down her curves. Her nails raked deep red lines across his broad shoulders, drawing thin trails of blood that only fueled his grunts. "Ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... yessssssssss... fuck me stupid Jason... mhmmmmmmmm... split my little sister pussy wide open... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... so thick... so fucking deeeeeep... pound it... pound my greedy cunt harder... ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... don't you dare stop..."
Her inner walls clamped down like a vice around his veiny girth, milking him desperately as juices squirted out in frantic, messy arcs every time his sack smacked her ass... plap... plap... plap... She screamed through wave after wave of orgasms, her voice raw and shattered, body convulsing as if electricity surged through her veins. Jason growled low and primal, teeth gritted, sweat dripping from his brow as he yanked her hair back roughly, forcing her spine to arch and granting him even deeper access to her spasming core. "Urrghhh... take it all... grrrhhh... your tight little hole was made for this cock... urrghhh... squeeze me harder... grrrhhh..."
He spun her around without mercy, shoving her face-first over the edge of a nearby table, yanking her hips back and mounting her like a bitch in heat. One hand gripped her throat from behind—just enough pressure to make her gasp and whine in ecstatic submission—while the other bruised her hip as he railed her doggy-style, relentless and savage... plap... plap... plap... Her ass cheeks rippled with every brutal collision, the wet obscene sound filling the hall as her juices ran in thick rivers down her thighs.
"Eeeeeeeeehmmmmmmmm... yesyesyesyesyes... choke me just like that... pound it deeper... mhmmmmmmmm... I'm cumming again... cummiiiiiiiiing so hard... ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... squirt... squirt... squirt all over your balls..." Selene's body bucked violently, her pussy gushing in powerful arcs that soaked his thighs and pooled beneath them, but she pushed back against him greedily, her insatiable hunger burning brighter even as her limbs trembled from the nonstop onslaught.
Jeff, on the other side of the hall, had Mia bent over the plush arm of the couch, her voluptuous body arched perfectly as he pounded into her from behind. His hips snapped forward with desperate vigor, his respectable cock plunging deep into her soaked, clenching pussy... plap... plap... plap... the sound of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks wet and rhythmic, mixing with her beautiful, needy moans. Mia's fingers dug into the cushions, her full breasts swaying beneath her as sweat glistened on her skin.
"Mhmmmmm... yessssss Jeff... give it to me just like that... ahhhhhmmmm... deeper... fuck my hungry cunt deeper... mhmmmmmm... it's not enough yet... never enough..." Her voice was a sultry whine, body arching to meet his thrusts, pussy clenching around him like it craved more—always more. Jeff grunted with effort, sweat pouring down his face as he gripped her hips tighter, thrusting harder to chase that elusive edge of satisfaction in her eyes. "Urrghhh... fuck Mia... so tight... grrrhhh... take my cock... all of it... urrghhh..."
Three full hours dragged on in this frenzy of flesh and sound. Jason never once slowed his assault on Selene, flipping her through position after position—cowgirl where she bounced frantically on his pole, screaming as her ass clapped against his thighs; reverse cowgirl where she ground her hips in filthy circles, her juices coating his balls; standing carry-fuck where he hoisted her helpless weight and bounced her like a toy until her legs shook uncontrollably. Her moans stretched longer with every hour, raw and ecstatic: "Ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... yessssssssss... ride this cock forever... mhmmmmmmmm... I'm your slut... your insatiable sister slut... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... cumming again... cummiiiiiiiiing..."
Jeff, however, felt the strain creeping in. After those three hours of pounding Mia senseless—missionary with her legs pinned to her chest, doggy with her face buried in the cushions, standing against the wall with her thighs wrapped around his waist—he finally pulled out, his cock slick and throbbing but his breaths coming in labored gasps. Mia whimpered, her pussy still clenching around nothing, her eyes burning with that bottomless need. "Mhmmmmm... more Jeff... don't stop now... ahhhhhmmmm... I need it... always need more..."
But Jeff turned to Veronica, shoving her onto her back on the nearby rug and plunging into her missionary-style, her mature curves welcoming him as her legs locked around his back. "Eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... fuck me Jeff... fill this pussy up... mhmmmmmm... yes... yes... harder... give me everything you've got..." Veronica's moans were long and throaty, her body bouncing beneath him as he railed her... plap... plap... plap... his balls slapping against her ass with renewed vigor. Jeff grunted louder, trying to summon more stamina: "Urrghhh... take it Veronica... grrrhhh... your cunt's so wet... urrghhh..."
One more hour ticked by in this endless storm of lust. Jason kept destroying Selene without pause, her body now a trembling mess of sweat and squirt, her moans extended into near-constant wails: "Eeeeeeeeehmmmmmmmm... don't stop... mhmmmmmmmm... pound me until I break... ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... cumming... still cumming... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm..." She was wrecked, her pussy swollen and gaping, but her eyes still gleamed with that insatiable fire, pushing back against him even as her limbs quivered from the nonstop pounding.
Finally, after four grueling hours with Selene, Jason pulled out with a wet, obscene slurp, his cock still rock-hard and glistening. Selene collapsed onto the table, gasping, her body shuddering with aftershocks, pussy dripping rivers of her arousal. She was tired—limbs heavy, voice hoarse—but that bottomless hunger lingered in her whimpers: "Ahhhhhmmmm... more... I still want more... mhmmmmmm..."
Jason turned immediately to Silva, who was already on all fours, ass high and presented like a desperate offering, her own pussy dripping steadily onto the floor. "Switch to me... brother... ruin me worse than her... mhmmmmmm... I need it... need your cock splitting me open..." He grabbed her hips and slammed every inch home in one brutal thrust... plap... plap... plap... folding her into a piledriver, her knees by her ears as he hammered downward with gravity's aid, his heavy balls slapping her clit relentlessly.
"Ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... deeeeeep... so fucking deeeeeep... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... wreck my tight sister cunt... pound it... pound it forever... mhmmmmmmmm... yesyesyesyes..." Silva's screams filled the hall, her body jolting with every impact, juices squirting in powerful arcs as orgasms crashed through her one after another.
Right in that chaotic midpoint, Lucifer's body gave a final, sleepy shudder in Amelia's lap. His cock swelled impossibly thicker in her devoted grip... and then the flood unleashed. A long, low, sleepy groan vibrated against her breast... mmmhhhhh... and thick, hot ropes of cum erupted in powerful, surging jets—endless, obscene. Three full liters of his potent seed poured from him, splattering across Amelia's thighs, belly, and breasts in heavy, sticky strands, pooling in deep, warm puddles on her lap and running in slow, viscous rivers down her legs, dripping heavily onto the floor with audible plops. Rope after rope, creamy streams that kept coming, the musky scent overwhelming the room... while Lucifer stayed fast asleep, lips still latched to her nipple, suckling weakly, dreaming peacefully as if nothing had happened.
He never woke, never stirred, just emptied bucket-loads of thick, hot cum in his sleep, leaving Amelia coated from chest to thighs in a glistening, obscene lake of his release.
Jeff, meanwhile, had already switched to Daisy after exhausting Veronica. He railed her reverse cowgirl-style, her pert ass bouncing wildly as she rode him, her moans long and ecstatic: "Ahhhhhmmmmmm... yes daddy Jeff... fuck your little girl's pussy... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... pound it deeper... mhmmmmmm..." Veronica knelt between their legs, her tongue flicking Jeff's balls and lapping at the messy union of cock and cunt... plap... plap... plap...
Jeff grunted with fading strength: "Urrghhh... take it Daisy... grrrhhh... your tight cunt's milking me... urrghhh..." He switched between the three women—Mia, Veronica, Daisy—in a frantic rotation, pounding each one in turn: Mia doggy again, her insatiable moans urging him on; Veronica on her side, legs scissored as he thrust sideways; Daisy missionary, her young body writhing beneath him. Hours piled up—four, five, six more—his thrusts growing sloppier, breaths labored, sweat pouring as he tried to satisfy their bottomless needs.
Mia's voice stayed needy: "Mhmmmmm... more Jeff... ahhhhhmmmm... it's good but not enough... mhmmmmmm... keep fucking me..." Veronica's moans extended: "Eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... yes... fill me again... mhmmmmmm... harder..." Daisy's wails were youthful and desperate: "Ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... pound my little pussy... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... cumming... cumming so hard..."
After eight straight hours total, Jeff's rhythm broke completely. His cock softened inside Daisy, slipping out limp despite his desperate grunts. He collapsed backward onto the floor, chest heaving, body trembling from exhaustion. "Fuck... I concede... I can't... no more... I'm done..."
Jason, however, was still buried to the hilt in Silva, claiming her with unyielding ferocity. He had her prone on the rug now, face mashed into the fabric, ass high as his full weight pinned her down, rutting like a beast with bone-jarring force... plap... plap... plap... His balls slapped against her dripping pussy with every thrust, the wet obscene sound never faltering.
"Eeeeeeeeehmmmmmmmm... yessssssss... fuck me into the floor... mhmmmmmmmm... wreck both my holes... ahhhhhhhhhmmmmmm... still cumming... still need more... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm..." Silva's body convulsed through orgasm after orgasm, her moans stretching into one long, broken wail as he alternated between her pussy and ass—slamming into her tight back hole with savage grunts: "Urrghhh... take it in your ass now... grrrhhh... so fucking tight... urrghhh..."
Three more hours dragged on in this endless depravity, Jason's hips never tiring, his cock throbbing inside her as he flipped her through more positions: full nelson, lifting her suspended body and bouncing her like a fleshlight; lotus face-to-face, grinding slow and filthy as she sobbed with overstimulation; sideways spooning where he ground against her clit while thrusting deep. Silva's voice grew hoarse but her hunger burned: "Mhmmmmmmmmmm... more... deeper... eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... fuck me until I can't move... ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm... cumming again... always cumming..."
Total eleven hours of nonstop, savage fucking—four with Selene, seven with Silva. Finally, Jason's rhythm stuttered, his body giving out at last. He pulled out with a wet slurp, his cock still half-hard and glistening, and collapsed beside Silva, both of them panting heavily, sweat-soaked and utterly wrecked. Silva whimpered softly, her pussy and ass gaping, dripping, but that insatiable spark still flickering in her eyes.
The hall fell into a heavy, breathless silence, moans fading to whimpers as exhaustion settled over everyone. Then, slowly, the women began to stir—Mia, Veronica, Daisy, Selene, Silva—all of them crawling toward Amelia on shaky limbs, drawn irresistibly by the thick, heavy scent of Lucifer's release. They gathered around his sleeping form, eyes widening at the obscene lake of cum coating Amelia from chest to thighs, three full liters of thick, potent seed pooling and dripping.
Without a word, they dove in ravenously. Selene lapped at the rivers running down Amelia's legs, moaning softly as she swallowed greedy mouthfuls: "Mmmmmm... so thick... so fucking delicious... mhmmmmmm... brother's cum... all for us..." Silva buried her face in the puddle on Amelia's belly, sucking noisily, gulping down thick globs with ecstatic whimpers. Mia pressed her lips to the splattered breast beside Lucifer's still-nursing mouth, licking carefully around his sleeping lips, tasting the intoxicating mix of milk and seed: "Ahhhhhmmmm... my sweet boy's gift... so much... mhmmmmmm... drink it all..."
Veronica and Daisy scooped handfuls from Amelia's lap, feeding each other the creamy strands, gulping them down with low, vulgar moans: "Eeeeeeeeehmmmmmm... share it... taste how virile he is... mhmmmmmm... swallow every drop..." They licked, sucked, and gulped the entire flood, tongues and fingers working in filthy harmony, cleaning every inch until Amelia's skin gleamed spotless again, the three liters devoured in shared, depraved worship.
Lucifer slept on peacefully, lips still sealed around warm milk, unaware and content, while the women savored the proof of his endless potency. Jason lay beside Silva, victorious and exhausted, a faint smile on his lips in the afterglow.
The night belonged to him... utterly... completely... without mercy.