God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 676 - 676: Veteran Vs Amateur

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Abigaille moaned as she pulled her mouth out, her eyes half-lidded, her voice muffled around the sausage.

"Fuck, Kafi, it's so good!♡~" She slurred, her lips smacking, her tongue swirling. "Tasting Olivia's spit, sucking this sausage with her it's fucking heaven. My pussy's gushing, baby, watching her choke on it, knowing we're sharing your meat!♡~"

"...Push it deeper, make us take it all, make us your dirty little whores!♡~" Her words were a plea, her body shuddering with orgasmic need, and Kafka's grin widened, his hands tightening, his thrusts growing harder, the sausage pumping their throats in a relentless, obscene rhythm.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Gag!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Olivia's body convulsed, her throat burning, her pussy dripping, the depravity overwhelming, but she couldn't stop, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking, the sausage a shared altar of their submission.

Kafka's dirty praise, Abigaille's moans, the wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths—it was a symphony of filth, a dance of degradation that consumed her, her body trembling as she fell deeper into the abyss, her pleasure a fire that would never burn out.

Kafka's voice was a low, filthy growl, as he leaned closer, his hands pushing their heads together, the sausage nearly vanishing between their mouths.

"Damn, you two, you've sucked this sausage so good, slurping up all that flavor like greedy little whores." He purred, his tone dripping with lust. "But it's time to bite, time to sink your teeth Into this fat meat, taste it explode in your mouths. All that sucking's got it bursting, so let's finish it right."

His words were a command, and to Olivia and Abigaille's shock, he shoved their heads closer, the sausage disappearing deep, their lips grazing, noses brushing, faces so close they could feel each other's ragged breaths, their eyes locked in a raw, intimate stare.

"Look at each other." Kafka groaned, his voice thick with filthy intent, his hands tightening on their necks. "Stare into those pretty eyes, see how fucking dirty you both look, mouths stuffed with my sausage, lips all wet and trembling like cock-hungry sluts...See the lust, the need, the way you're both drowning in this."

His command was relentless, and Olivia obeyed, her gaze meeting Abigaille's, her heart pounding as she saw the raw joy in Abigaille''s blue eyes, her face dribbling with delight, her lips quivering around the sausage, a portrait of unashamed ecstasy.

Abigaille's stare mirrored hers, but Olivia's face told a different story—her eyes wide, struggling with the sausage's girth, her throat burning, yet a glint of lust betrayed her, a shameful pleasure she couldn't hide.

"Not just their faces, Moms." Kafka growled, his voice a dirty whisper, his hands guiding their heads, the sausage sliding slightly in their throats. "Look deep in those eyes, see your own reflection, see how fucking beautiful you are, how nasty, how perfect with my meat stretching your throats."

Olivia's breath hitched, her gaze locked on Abi's eyes, and she saw herself—lips quivering, face flushed, a mask of ecstasy despite her struggle.

The realization hit her like a shockwave: it wasn't the sausage making her pussy drip, her body burn—it was Kafka, his dominance, his filthy commands, forcing her to submit, to embrace this depravity, stirring feelings a mother should never feel for her son.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Their throats strained, the sausage's girth overwhelming, saliva dripping from their lips, trailing down their chins, splattering onto Kafka's crotch in a humiliating cascade.

"Mmph!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Olivia's eyes flicked to him, pleading, her gaze desperate, begging for relief, her body trembling as the pressure built, her gag reflex threatening to erupt.

"Oh wow, Mom, looks like you're struggling, huh?" He said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Still an amateur at taking my meat deep, ain't you? Well, I guess it's time to wrap this up, let's finish this sausage right."

He leaned closer, his voice a filthy command.

"Bite it, you two." He growled, his hands shoving their heads together, their lips nearly kissing, the sausage a thin barrier between them. "Sink your teeth into my meat, take it all in, let it burst in your mouths like the dirty sluts you are. Do it—now!"

His order was absolute, and in a frenzy of submission, Olivia and Abigaille bit down, their teeth slicing through the sausage, severing their connection with a wet snap, the flavor exploding, spicy, cheesy, meaty, flooding their mouths.

Abigaille, a seasoned master of depravity, didn't hesitate. Her lips sealed around her half, and with a fluid, practiced motion, she swallowed it whole, the sausage sliding down her throat viscerally, a bulge visible as it sank into her stomach.

Her eyes rolled back, a satisfied moan escaping her, her body shuddering with pleasure, a skill honed from countless nights worshipping Kafka's cock, a talent few could match.

"Oh yes, Kafi!♡~" She gasped, her voice a sultry purr, her lips glistening. "That sausage was so good, sliding down my throat like your cock, filling me up!♡~" She said, her submission blatant, her pussy dripping as she leaned into him, craving more.

Olivia, however, faltered...The sausage, already deep in. her throat, triggered her gag reflex the moment she bit, the sudden release of pressure overwhelming her Innocent throat, untouched by such violation.

She coughed violently, spitting the sausage onto the plate. with a wet splatter, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, drool dripping down her chin, pooling on her breasts, a humiliating display. Her eyes watered, her face burning with shame as she looked up at Kafka, her voice a trembling plea.

"K-Kafi, I'm so sorry." She whimpered, her hands fluttering, her gaze desperate. "I couldn't handle it, I didn't mean to waste your sausage, I swear. I just...it was too much, I'm not used to this."

Her words were submissive, her only thought the fear of disappointing him, of ruining the food he'd made, her love for him a chain that bound her to his will.

She reached for the spat-out sausage, her fingers trembling, ready to force it back into her mouth, to prove her devotion, but Kafka's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, his touch firm but gentle.

"No need, Mom." He murmured, his voice a dirty caress, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and dominance. "You tried, and that's enough..for now." He picked up the sausage, Its surface slick with her saliva, and turned to Abigaille, his grin wicked. "Open that slutty mouth, Mom." He ordered, his voice a low growl, holding the sausage before her. "Take it deep, show Mom how a real whore handles my meat."

Abigaille's eyes sparkled with delight, her mouth opening wide, her tongue lolling out like a reflex, a submissive invitation.

"Yes, Kafi!♡~" She purred, her voice dripping with lust, her gaze locked on his. "Feed me your sausage, stuff it in my throat, make me choke on it!♡~"

Kafka pushed the sausage in, sliding it deep, the entire length vanishing into her mouth, her lips sealing around it, her throat bulging as she took it without a flinch.

"Close it." He commanded, and she obeyed, her lips shutting, her eyes glinting with a greedy hunger, a slave-like devotion radiating from her gaze.

Kafka held her there, the sausage buried in her throat, making her wait, her body trembling with anticipation, like a dog awaiting her master's command.

"That's a good girl.." He murmured, his voice coddling, his hand stroking her hair. "Such a good girl, holding my meat like you were born for it. You want it, don't you? Wanna swallow it whole, make me proud?"

Abigaille nodded, her eyes gleaming, her submission absolute, and after a torturous pause, Kafka grinned.

"Eat it." He said, and like an obedient pet, she swallowed, the sausage sliding down her throat in one fluid motion, her face glowing with satisfaction, a moan escaping her as she savored the flavor, her pussy gushing with pleasure.

Olivia watched in disbelief, her throat still burning, her body trembling with shame and awe at Abigaille's ease, her skill a stark contrast to her own struggie. Kafka then turned to Abigaille, his hand patting her head like a dog, his fingers tugging her cheeks in a loving, possessive caress.

"You're such a good girl, Mom." He cooed, his voice thick with filthy affection. "Taking all that meat, swallowing it like a perfect little puppy, no hesitation, no whining."

"...You're my filthy little bitch, always ready to please your master, ain't you?" His words were degrading, yet Abigaille leaned into his touch, her face pressing against his hand

"Yes, Kafi!♡~" She purred, her voice a sultry moan, her lips. brushing his fingers. "I'm your puppy, your dirty little slut, completely obedient, ready to do anything for you!♡~ I love being your good girl, taking your meat, making you happy."

She nuzzled his hand, her devotion blatant, and Kafka pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her, hugging her to his chest as she seized the chance to kiss his bare skin, her lips trailing over his pecs, sucking gently, her moans muffled against him...

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