Evil MC's NTR Harem

"She's beautiful," Imari breathed, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her.

Ren Hirose, her best friend, was a vision, her body moving with a fluid grace that took Imari's breath away.

From her vantage point on the bed, Imari had a perfect view of the spectacle – Ren riding Ross's cock like a seasoned pro, her hips undulating with a mesmerizing pace.

At first, Ren was hesitant, but she was a quick study and quickly mastered the art of being on top.

The sight of her friend's creamy skin glistening with sweat, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and abandon, was both exhilarating and strangely arousing.

This was the first time she'd truly seen Ren, completely naked and uninhibited, and the sight was undeniably breathtaking.

Imari couldn't help but feel a familiar warmth stirring within her. Earlier, she'd joined them, experiencing an intensity of pleasure she'd always known before. Imari also came alongside Ren and Ross.

The memory of Ross's deep, powerful strokes and the way her own body had responded, convulsing with pleasure, still sent shivers down her spine.

Now, watching Ren succumb to the same addictive ecstasy, a wave of desire washed over Imari one more time.

She gently caressed her clitoris through her panties, a hesitant touch that quickly intensified. The sensation was electric, a tingling warmth spreading through her lower abdomen.

She yearned to touch herself more directly, to feel the friction against her sensitive skin and ultimately put a finger inside her pussy, but the thought of breaking her hymen, of crossing that invisible line, filled her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Imari was not yet ready to take that step.

Instead, she focused on the regular movements of her hand, the gentle pressure against her pink cute clit. The sensation was intense, building slowly, inexorably towards a crescendo.

Imari closed her eyes, lost in the sensations, the sounds of Ren's moans and Ross's grunts filling her ears. She was on the verge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

Then, as if sensing her arousal, Ren looked up, her eyes meeting Imari's across the room. A mischievous glint entered Ren's eyes, and she winked at Imari.

The gesture sent a jolt of electricity through Imari, pushing her over the edge. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

"..." Imari moaned softly, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, peeking out from beneath it like a curious animal.

The room was a mixture of sights and sounds – Ren's lewd moans, Ross's grunts of exertion, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.

It was a primal, intoxicating spectacle that held Imari completely captivated.

She watched, mesmerized, as Ren writhed above Ross, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and abandon.

Her eyes, usually so bright and mischievous, were now glazed over, lost in a world of sensation.

Imari couldn't help but be awestruck. How quickly Ren had adapted to this new experience, this newfound intimacy.

Just minutes ago, she was a virgin, hesitant and unsure. Now, she was a creature of pure desire, her body moving with an almost animalistic grace.

What Imari didn't know was that Ross's presence had awakened something within Ren, a primal sensuality that transcended the ordinary.

His touch, his energy, seemed to have unlocked a hidden part of her, a part that yearned for this raw, unbridled expression of desire. Even more was that Ren was now an immortal being just like the rest. Continue reading on empire

"Ohhhhh..."

"Fuck me, Ross!"

"Fuck me!"

"I'm almost there!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Ross!"

Ren's voice grew louder, more urgent, each word a plea, a demand as she rode him hard.

Ross also happily obliged and moved his hips up to meet her in the middle of her descent.

This made the scene all the more erotic to watch!

Imari felt a strange stirring within herself, a familiar warmth spreading through her lower abdomen.

She watched as Ross's body tensed, his movements becoming more forceful, more desperate. Then, with a guttural cry, he erupted deep within Ren, his seed spilling into her depths.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ren cried out, arching her back, her body convulsing with pleasure. The sensation was amplified when Ross gently pinched her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

Imari felt a pang of longing, a yearning to experience the same intensity, the same all-consuming ecstasy. She watched as Ren clung to Ross, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

The sight of her friend completely abandoned to pleasure, her inhibitions completely shattered, was both terrifying and strangely exciting.

Imari knew she shouldn't be watching, that it was wrong, somehow. But the forbidden nature of the experience, the raw, unfiltered expression of desire, was incredibly captivating.

She felt a thrill course through her, a mixture of excitement and guilt, as she realized that she was not just an observer, but an active participant in this shared experience.

Still, when Ren exploded with release, Imari's body involuntarily tightened in response. A wave of pleasure, unexpected and intense, washed over her, mirroring her friend's ecstasy.

"Hmmm..." Imari moaned, her own orgasm so intense that she drifted off to sleep, exhausted but content.

.

..

…

"..." When Imari awoke, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the lights in the room, and Ren and Ross were still at it. Judging by how well rested she felt at the moment, several hours must have passed.

Ross was now behind Ren, his body thrusting into her with strong powerful motions.

He was pulling her long, brown hair, his movements rough and intense, and the sound of their bodies colliding was both primal and exhilarating.

Each thrust was a forceful impact, a raw expression of their shared desire.

"Pak"

"Pak"

"Pak"

The rhythmic sounds, coupled with Ren's ecstatic moans, quickly reignited Imari's arousal. She couldn't help but sigh, a wave of desire washing over her for the umpteenth time.

The sight of Ren, her body arched and limbs splayed, completely abandoned to pleasure, was incredibly arousing. Imari found herself captivated, her own body responding to the primal energy in the room.

"This is going to be a long night," Imari murmured to herself, a helpless glint in her eyes as she began her third round of masturbation.