Evil MC's NTR Harem

The intensity of the fantasy was overwhelming. Her body trembled, her thighs clenching together instinctively as she felt herself teetering on the edge.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her hips arched involuntarily. She was so close—so achingly close—that it took everything in her to pull herself back.

Mary let out a shaky exhale, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control. She knew she couldn't let herself finish so soon.

This wasn't just about satisfying her own desires; it was about creating something memorable, something that would captivate Ross completely.

The mere thought of him watching this video, seeing her like this, drove her forward.

Steeling herself, she slid her hands lower, her fingers grazing the smooth skin of her stomach as they made their way downward.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly, deliberately, slid them down her legs.

The damp fabric clung to her for a moment before she tossed it aside, leaving her completely exposed.

Spreading her legs wide, Mary positioned herself so the camera had a perfect view. Her glistening pink pussy was on full display, the soft folds slick with arousal.

Just below, her tight, puckered asshole peeked into view, completing the provocative image she knew would drive Ross wild.

Her fingers traced along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing herself with featherlight touches as she worked up the courage to go further.

Every brush of her fingertips sent shivers through her body, her anticipation building with each passing second.

In her mind, she imagined Ross standing over her, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her. She pictured him smirking, that confident, almost cocky expression that only made him more irresistible.

"You're mine," she could almost hear him say, his voice low and commanding.

Mary's fingers finally moved to her folds, parting them gently as she let out a soft moan. Her touch was hesitant at first, testing, exploring, but as the pleasure grew, so did her confidence.

She dipped a finger inside, her walls clenching around the intrusion as a wave of heat surged through her.

She worked herself slowly, savoring every moment, every sensation. Her free hand returned to her breasts, kneading and teasing as her hips began to move in rhythm with her fingers.

The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure—soft gasps, trembling breaths, and the faint wet sounds of her arousal.

Her mind remained fixed on Ross, imagining his reaction to seeing her like this. Would he watch the video with a smirk, or would he be unable to resist joining her the moment he saw it?

The thought of him being consumed by desire, unable to think of anything but her, sent her spiraling deeper into her own pleasure.

Mary knew she was playing a bold game, but for Ross, she was willing to risk everything.

Tonight wasn't just about satisfying her own needs—it was about claiming a space in his thoughts, making herself unforgettable.

And as her fingers moved faster, her moans growing louder, she knew she was well on her way to doing just that.

Mary's eyes closed, a sigh escaping her lips as she relived the memory of Ross's immense cock, a fifteen-inch masterpiece.

It was a sight to behold, the most impressive thing she'd ever seen, surpassing even the most explicit videos. The image ignited a fire within her, flooding her body with a wave of intense arousal.

She reached for the camera, the lens focusing first on her tingling nipples, then tracing a path south, finally settling on the entrance to her pussy.

A close-up view of her wet, pink lips, and the delicate dance of a finger teasing the depths, revealing a pool of luscious, glistening juices welling up.

The image of her clitoris, swollen and throbbing, intensified the feeling, and the camera captured the soft, almost liquid sounds of her pleasure.

A trail of arousal flowed down her inner thighs, culminating in a glistening sheen around her ass crack.

Mary's mind painted a vivid picture of Ross. His hands, powerful and tender, molding her breasts into different shapes, each touch sending shivers down her spine. His tongue, a teasing explorer, delving into the depths of her pussy, stirring a tempest of pleasure.

He kissed her virginal cunt lips, the gentle pressure a prelude to the passion that simmered beneath the surface.

"Hmmmmm..." a low moan escaped her lips as she focused on her clit, a swollen, pulsating beacon of desire. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the need for release a physical ache.

She yearned to give Ross a spectacle, a demonstration of her intense longing, a perfect squirt to showcase the depths of her desire.

The image of Ross's thick cock filling her pink pussy, her body molding around it, was intoxicating.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

How her body would stretch and writhe, the intoxicating sensations flooding her senses, filled her with a heat that radiated outwards.

It would be a breathtaking sight, a visual delight she knew Ross would cherish more than any other.

The thought of that perfect image, captured on film, fueled her anticipation, bringing her closer to the abyss of ecstasy.

Mary added another finger, the rhythmic, insistent movements creating a wet, almost musical sound that vibrated through the camera.

Her fingers, a blur of motion, danced across her clitoris in a wanton, almost frantic exploration.

Lost in the imagined presence of Ross, she felt the intense pressure of his impending touch, his body hot and close against hers.

The anticipation built, a wave of heat rising from her cunt, until, with a sudden, explosive release, a torrent of cum erupted from deep within her, soaking her.

The liquid, warm and glistening, splattered onto the camera lens, right in front of her wet, trembling pussy.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mary's cry, a raw, primal scream, echoed through the space, a testament to the intensity of her release.

The sensation lingered, a lingering warmth spreading through her, and a satisfied smile bloomed on her face.

She knew that Ross would be captivated by the sight, by the sheer power and beauty of her orgasm, a perfect visual record of her intense desire.

Mary reviewed the recording three times, each time a blush creeping across her cheeks. Now, the final step. All she had to do was send it, and wait for Ross to be a man and fulfill her desires.

"DING!" Mary hit send, and within a few breaths, a reply arrived that almost made her heart stop. A smile crept onto her lips as she read the message, her pulse quickening with anticipation.

She immediately sprang into action, hurriedly moving to get dressed, a sense of excitement flooding her every step.