The Heart System

Chapter 749: Chapter 749

I held Carrie there, buried to the hilt. She gagged violently, thick saliva dripping messily down my balls and onto the couch. Her hands started slapping weakly against my thighs as her face turned bright red, eyes watering.

I moaned deeply at the tight, fluttering sensation around my cock, then finally released her.

Carrie pulled off gasping and coughing, strings of spit hanging from her chin.

Luna kept filming with one hand while her other hand moved between her own legs, playing with her wet cunt.

”Oh yeah... that was good, Carrie,” Luna said, voice dripping with arousal. ”Keep doing it.”

Carrie kept sucking obediently, her head bobbing as she tried to recover while still pleasuring me.

”Jeez... don’t show this video to anyone else,” she gasped between sucks, voice hoarse.

Luna didn’t even blink. ”Don’t worry about that. Keep gagging on that dick.”

Carrie obeyed, taking me back into her mouth and sucking harder. Luna kept recording steadily, her phone held close to capture every filthy detail.

I pushed her head down further, forcing my cock deep into her throat again. This time I lifted my legs and wrapped my thighs around her head, squeezing her face tightly while holding her down. Tears streamed from Carrie’s eyes, her mascara running down her cheeks in black streaks. She gagged violently, thick ropes of saliva pouring from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping messily onto my balls and the floor.

Her body started going limp, her face turning a concerning shade of blue as she struggled for air. She looked absolutely wrecked, ruined makeup, tear-streaked face, drooling uncontrollably, and still desperately sucking like the broken slut she was. It was incredibly sexy.

Luna was playing with her cunt more aggressively now, fingers moving faster. ”Harder... harder,” she said, her voice noticeably more excited than her usual calm demeanor.

Just as Carrie was on the verge of passing out, I finally lifted her head off my cock.

Carrie immediately pulled back, collapsing onto her back on the floor, coughing and gasping desperately for air.

I rubbed her wet cunt with the sole of my foot, pressing down lightly. ”Good slut.”

Then I looked over at Luna.

”I’m here to entertain you, not her. Come here.”

Luna walked over without saying a word.

”Get on the couch. Ass toward me.”

She obeyed immediately, climbing onto the couch on all fours and presenting her ass to me, back arched beautifully.

I stood up and nudged Carrie with my foot. ”Come on, slut. Take the phone from her. Record us.”

Carrie coughed again, still recovering, but slowly got up with a groan. She took the phone from Luna’s hand and held it up, pointing the camera at us.

I grabbed Luna’s firm asscheeks with both hands, spreading them wide as I admired the view. ”Look at that...” I murmured, rubbing the head of my throbbing cock along her tight, clean asshole. ”All nice and clean for me. Good girl.”

Luna glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes dark and glassy with twisted desire. ”Fist me.”

”Fist you?” I chuckled, forcing confidence into my voice. ”Whatever you say, you filthy masochistic pig.”

”No lube,” she insisted, her tone sharp and eager.

Fucking hell. Even though I was trying my best to act like I’d done this a hundred times, she kept blowing my mind. No lube at all? She wanted me to force my entire fist up her ass completely raw. This woman was dangerously crazy.

I kept my face neutral. ”Come here, Carrie. Spit.”

Carrie leaned in, her breath still ragged. She gathered a thick, warm glob of saliva and spat it heavily into my open palm. The spit felt slick and slightly sticky. I rubbed it thoroughly over Luna’s tight, puckered asshole, my fingers circling the wrinkled ring, spreading the warmth around the sensitive skin. ”More.” Carrie spat again, and again, giving me more warm saliva. I worked it in, the wet, squelching sounds already starting as I coated her entrance.

”No,” Luna cut in, her voice trembling with barely restrained excitement. ”All at once. Don’t prepare my asshole for it. Just fucking do it.”

”You want me to do that? Fuck it.”

I tucked my thumb tightly against my fingers and pressed my hand forward in a compact spear shape. The moment I pushed against her resistant asshole, the heat hit me first, her skin was feverishly hot. The tight ring of muscle fought back stubbornly, clenching hard against my knuckles. I applied more pressure, twisting my wrist slightly. Luna’s breath hitched, turning into a low, shaky groan. The visual was hypnotic: her tight, pinkish-purple hole slowly stretching wider and wider around my hand, the skin pulling taut and shiny from the spit, tiny wrinkles smoothing out as it yielded.

”Fuck, look at that greedy shithole trying to eat my hand,” I groaned, my voice rough. ”You’re such a disgusting pain slut. Begging to get your ass destroyed raw like a worthless whore.”

Carrie, recording everything with a shaky hand, whispered hotly, ”She loves it... stretch that tight little asshole wide open. Make it gape like a used-up cumdump. Look how hungry her hole is for your fist.”

I kept pushing harder, applying steady pressure. Luna’s asshole resisted fiercely at first, the tight ring of muscle clenching and fluttering against my knuckles like it was trying to push me out. But I twisted my hand slightly, forcing the stretched skin to yield. There was a sudden, wet, obscene pop as my knuckles finally breached the tightest part of her entrance. Luna cried out sharply, her whole body jerking forward on the couch as a raw, guttural sound tore from her throat.

The inside of her ass was absolutely scorching hot, like molten silk gripping me. Her inner walls were incredibly tight and velvety, squeezing my fingers and palm with powerful, rhythmic pulses. The heat radiated up my wrist and forearm as I slowly fed more of my hand deeper inside her. Wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the room with every millimeter I gained, her asshole making loud, sloppy noises as it stretched obscenely around my invading hand. Her massive asscheeks jiggled and trembled with every small movement, the soft flesh rippling as her body fought and surrendered to the brutal stretch.