Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 188 Honey

Althea kissed Ross with a lewd intensity, her lips moving feverishly as though she couldnʼt get enough of him.

Her hands tangled in his hair as she pressed her body firmly against his, her every movement exuding a confidence and hunger that left no doubt about who was in control.

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It was a stark contrast between what happened in the hotel earlier, and it only added to the excitement of the scene.

This time, Althea wasnʼt the shy or hesitant one; she was the one in the driverʼs seat, steering the moment with boldness and passion.

Her actions were hypnotic, a display of raw, unrestrained desire.

Her lithe body moved with precision and grace, and every subtle shift seemed designed to ignite Rossʼs senses—and everyone elseʼs as well.

For the cameramen and Robin, it was impossible not to watch. The room was filled with a thick tension, a mix of lust, jealousy, and helplessness.

The cameramen exchanged glances, their faces flushed and their breathing uneven.

They tried to focus on their equipment, on capturing every detail of this intimate moment, but their hands trembled slightly as their bodies betrayed their reactions.

They couldnʼt help but feel the heat building within them, their arousal an unbidden response to the sheer eroticism of the scene.

Their hands move even faster at this sight.

Robin, however, stood apart, rigid and tense.

His fists clenched at his sides as he watched Althea—the woman he had loved for so many years—give herself so completely to another man.

It was agonizing, like a dagger twisting in his heart with every kiss, every touch, every sound.

And yet, despite the pain, he couldnʼt look away.

His eyes traced over her bare form, her flawless skin glowing in the bright lights, every curve and contour of her body captivating in a way that felt almost otherworldly.

This was the first time he had ever seen her naked, and the image was burned into his mind.

He had always imagined what she might look like, but reality far exceeded his fantasies.

Her beauty was breathtaking, almost too perfect to be real.

But the bitter irony of the moment was inescapable.

This should have been his moment, the culmination of years of love and devotion.

Instead, it was Ross who held her, Ross who kissed her, Ross who elicited those soft, breathy moans that made Robinʼs chest tighten with longing and jealousy.

Robin swallowed hard, his throat dry, as his body betrayed him in a way his mind refused to accept.

Despite his anguish, he couldnʼt deny the effect Altheaʼs naked body had on him.

His arousal was an involuntary reaction, one that only deepened his frustration and self-loathing.

He clenched his fists tighter, willing himself to resist, refusing to stoop to the level of the cameramen, who had already given in to their base instincts.

”Damn,” Robin muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but heavy with emotion.

And all he could do was stand there, watching helplessly, as the woman he had thought was his forever was lost to him, body and soul.

”I missed you, my love... so much,” Althea murmured in a sultry, almost breathless voice as their kiss finally broke, leaving her lips tingling and her cheeks flushed.

Her eyes locked onto Rossʼs with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

”I missed you too,” Ross replied, his voice steady but filled with warmth, his smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Althea didnʼt waste a second.

Her hands moved to Rossʼs shirt, fingers deftly working to rid him of the fabric as if it offended her very existence.

Her urgency was palpable, every movement a testament to her pent-up desire.

Buttons popped and seams strained under her determined efforts, and within moments, the shirt was cast aside.

She shifted to his pants, her focus unyielding, almost ravenous.

Piece by piece, his clothes joined the growing pile on the floor.

It wasnʼt just undressing—it was an act of liberation, stripping away the barriers that kept her from him.

Altheaʼs breath hitched as her eyes roamed over his chiseled physique, her fingers brushing against his skin with a reverence that made Rossʼs heart race.

In less than thirty seconds, Ross was completely bare, his body fully revealed under the nice lights overhead.

Althea knelt between his legs, her body poised and her expression a mixture of awe and unrestrained excitement.

Her lips parted as her gaze fell to the undeniable centerpiece of his form: his imposing, rock-hard length.

It stood proud and unyielding, a testament to his own rising desire.

15 inches of pure hard length!

She leaned forward slightly, her breath warm against his skin, her hands sliding up his thighs.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, her smile a blend of mischief and adoration.

”Perfect,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she settled herself, ready to indulge in the man she had longed for so deeply.

”Wow! That thingʼs going to tear her apart!” one cameraman exclaimed, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief as he adjusted his focus.

The sheer excitement in his tone made it clear he was completely enthralled by the scene unfolding before him.

”Doesnʼt matter,” his partner replied, a smirk spreading across his face.

”Itʼs going to be incredible to watch, and the viewers will eat it up.” He leaned forward, ensuring every angle was perfectly framed, his hands steady despite the thrill coursing through him.

Their cameras rolled relentlessly, capturing every intimate detail with precision—the arch of Altheaʼs back, the way her body moved in time with Ross, and the crescendo of her breathy moans that filled the room.

The lens zoomed in on her flushed skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, each drop a testament to the passion igniting between the pair.

One of the cameramen shifted his position, crouching low behind Althea.

From this angle, he had an unfiltered view of her most private body part, his lens focusing on the delicate curves of her body.

The close-up revealed her honeyed folds glistening with desire, a mesmerizing sight he captured with an almost artistic reverence.

Her intimate folds were captivatingly fresh and enticing, a sight that drew the eye with its natural allure.

Even as she knelt on all fours, her legs spread wide, her soft, delicate lips remained tightly sealed, exuding an untouched beauty.

Her slit, like a hidden treasure, seemed to beckon with the allure of an unexplored cave, untouched and waiting to be claimed with unrelenting passion.

”Damn,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible over the sounds of pleasure that filled the room. ”This is gold.”

The two men exchanged glances, both silently acknowledging the spectacle they were filming.

Every angle, every shot, was a masterpiece in their eyes—a scene that would leave anyone watching breathless.

They worked in tandem, their movements synchronized as they ensured no moment, no sound, and no expression went unnoticed.

Until…

”Oh shit. I canʼt hold on anymore.” One of the camera men grunted as he ran to the corner of the room and beat his meat like crazy.

Pew

Pew

Pew

He came and let it all out without missing a drop. He turned around back on the scene and was shocked at himself.

He was still as hard as a rock!

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