Chapter 724: Sirens Hypnotic Screams (r-18) She screamed, an orgasm violent, her body convulsing like a live wire in water, muscles seizing, spine arching off the ottoman, tits thrusting upward, gold chain snapping taut between her pierced nipples and clit, the diamond stud flashing under the amber lights. Her cunt exploded in a geyser, a torrential, forceful squirt of clear, hot, viscous fluid erupting from her gaping hole, splattering his abs in thick, sticky ropes, soaking his thighs, drenching the pink fog in shimmering droplets, the splat-splat-splat deafening, echoing off the glass walls like gunfire, the marble floor puddling with her cream, slippery, glistening. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, harder, faster, deeper, his cock a battering ram, monstrous, veined, purple-headed, glistening with her cream, pistoning in and out of her ruined sleeve of a cunt. Out—his shaft dragging, the thick vein on the underside scraping her inner walls, pulling her pink, puffy lips inside out, stretching them obscenely, cream frothing around the base, bubbling, dripping, her entrance gaping wider with every withdrawal, pink tunnel pulsing, contracting, begging, rim stretched to its limit, glistening with slick. In—slamming back, the flared ridge of his head catching on her entrance, forcing her walls apart, stretching her wider, deeper, hitting her cervix with a thud, bruising, ruining, her cunt farting wetly—pffft-pffft-pffft—squelching with every thrust, schlorp-schlop-schlop, the sound obscene, wet, relentless, cream gushing around his shaft, splattering his pelvis, running down his balls. He slapped her tits—CRACK-CRACK—the sound sharp, stinging, his palm burning her flesh, red handprints blooming instantly, her heavy tits jiggling, rippling, milk spraying in forceful jets, warm, sticky, salty, splattering his chest, his face, the fog, running in rivulets down her torso, pooling in her navel. He cradled her breasts gently in his palms, thumbs brushing the gold bars that pierced her dark-purple areolas. With slow, deliberate care he twisted the jewels—just enough pressure to make the metal tug softly at her sensitive nipples, stretching the swollen, dusky flesh in a tender pull. Milk welled instantly, then spilled in warm, thick streams, gliding over his fingers and down the soft curves of her breasts like sweet cream. His hand drifted lower, tracing the trembling plane of her belly until his fingers found the delicate gold chain attached to her temporally piercing. He took it between thumb and forefinger, pulling it with the lightest, teasing tension—a slow, gentle tug that lifted her swollen clit, making the tender hood peel back just enough to expose the glistening pearl beneath. Her clit was beautifully engorged—plump, flushed deep rose, throbbing visibly with every heartbeat, the smooth, slick surface shining with her arousal. He rolled the chain softly between his fingers, circling the piercing in tiny, lazy motions that made her clit dance under his touch—swelling further, pulsing, the sensitive nub sliding silkily against the cool metal and the warm pads of his fingertips. Each delicate stroke drew a fresh shiver from her; her clit throbbed harder in his gentle grasp, the piercing glinting as he played, tugging just enough to send soft sparks of pleasure radiating through her core. A clear bead of arousal gathered at her entrance, then spilled in a slow, creamy arc—warm and glistening, tracing a lazy path down her folds as her body surrendered to the tender, intimate attention. He kept the rhythm slow, reverent—fingers caressing, rolling, lightly pinching the chain so her clit fluttered and swelled beneath his touch, every gentle movement drawing quiet gasps from her lips and another warm trickle of milk from her breasts. "Cum again," he ordered, rumbling deep from his chest like distant thunder. She did. Again. And again. Her body became a trembling, squirting, screaming mess—voice hoarse and broken, raw sobs tearing from her throat as she begged. "Please—Eros—too much—I can’t—". Tears streamed hot and salty down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the drool spilling from her open mouth, running in shining trails over her chin and dripping onto her heaving tits, coating the pierced nipples in glistening wetness. Her cunt gaped wider with every slow withdrawal—pink tunnel pulsing visibly, inner walls flushed deep rose and fluttering, contracting desperately around nothing before he drove back in. Thick cream oozed steadily from her stretched entrance, pearlescent and glossy, pooling on the ottoman beneath her and dripping to the marble in long, viscous strands that snapped wetly with each movement. He grabbed her ass—palms sinking into the hot, soft, sweat-slick cheeks, spreading them wide so the flesh parted and quivered under his grip. He leaned in and spat—warm saliva landing directly on her tight asshole, sliding slow and glistening down the sensitive rim. His thumb followed, circling the puckered ring gently at first, then pressing in—stretching the slick, clenching muscle as it yielded around him with a soft, wet squelch. The rim fluttered and gripped his thumb, pulling inward with every shallow pump while his cock continued its relentless rhythm in her cunt. He fucked her both ways at once—thumb twisting and plunging deep into her ass, dragging slow through the tight heat, rim tugging outward on every withdrawal; cock slamming into her pussy, veins scraping her walls, flared head catching and pulling her swollen lips inside out before driving back in to bruise her cervix. Cream gushed in thick, forceful ropes with every thrust, splattering his thighs, the ottoman, the swirling fog—splat-splat-splat echoing through the heavy air. She screamed, squirted, came again—harder, body seizing violently, cunt clamping down like a vise around his cock, walls rippling in endless waves, milking him as another torrent of cream erupted from her ruined entrance. Janet wailed nearby, fingering her own cunt with desperate, wet urgency—her fingers disappearing, stretching her pink hole wide, rim pulling outward with each plunge, cream frothing and bubbling as she squirted in messy arcs. Priya sobbed against the ottoman, grinding helplessly on the slick leather, her jeweled plug pulsing deep in her pussy, rim clenching visibly around the metal. The pink fog thickened—pulsing, alive, wrapping around them like warm silk, binding their sensations, drowning them in shared, overwhelming pleasure. He fucked Patricia through three more shattering orgasms—out: his cock dragging slow, veins scraping her fluttering walls, flared head catching and tugging her puffy lips outward, pink tunnel gaping hungrily, cream dripping in thick strands; in: slamming deep, stretching her impossibly, bruising her deepest places, her body limp and quivering as fresh floods of cream leaked from her ruined cunt, pooling beneath her and dripping relentlessly to the marble. Then he pulled out. His cock glistened obscenely—coated thick in her pearlescent cream, veins still pulsing angrily, flared head purple and angry, a long strand of mixed arousal and precum dangling from the tip before breaking with a soft splat on the floor. The fog swirled around his shaft, shimmering, alive, curling possessively. He stood—towering, godlike, muscles gleaming with sweat, milk, and cream, his scent overwhelming, pheromones thick and intoxicating in the heavy air. "On your knees," he commanded, voice rumbling low and demonic. They obeyed. Instantly. Bodies trembling, eyes glazed, mouths open—dropping to the marble in perfect, desperate unison, ready to worship. Patricia, Janet, and Priya crawled forward slowly across the cool marble, knees gliding over the smooth stone, bodies trembling with sweet anticipation, cunts dripping warm trails of arousal that left glistening paths behind them like offerings. Their heavy tits swayed gently with each movement, milk leaking in soft, steady drops from pierced nipples, splattering quietly onto the floor like warm rain—each drop a quiet testament to their shared bliss. Eyes glazed with adoration, mouths parted in soft, breathy smiles, tongues tracing their lips as they moved closer, drawn irresistibly to him—my beautiful sirens, my perfect loves. He reached down first to Patricia, fingers threading gently through her blonde hair, guiding her forward with tender care, stroking her scalp as she rose to him. He slammed his cock into her throat. She took him into her mouth with a soft, reverent sigh—"Mmm... yes, my love... our mixture taste like heaven," her voice a warm murmur around him as her lips sealed softly, throat relaxing to welcome him deeper. GLURK! She gagged, choked, throat bulging, the outline of his cock visible under her skin, tears streaming, hot, salty, milk dripping from her tits, splattering the floor in rhythmic drops. She hummed in delight, the subtle bulge visible under her skin as she swallowed him with loving rhythm, eyes fluttering up to meet his. "So good... my sweet god," she whispered when she pulled back for a breath, a soft laugh bubbling from her lips—light, joyful—at the praise in his eyes. Janet and Priya moaned softly in harmony—