My Taboo Harem!

Delilah took her time.

She had already kissed and worshipped nearly every inch of Phei’s body with slow, sinful devotion — her mouth dragging wetly over his throat, his chest, the hard ridges of his abdomen, the sharp lines of his hips. She left warm, glistening traces of herself across his skin, her tongue tasting the salt of him, her teeth occasionally grazing just hard enough to make the muscles beneath jump.

Her hands followed everywhere, stroking, squeezing, claiming every inch of the man who had built her a sky.

Only when she was satisfied did she finally move lower.

She settled between his powerful thighs, her long strapless dress riding high around her hips.

The fabric strained obscenely against the full, heavy curves of her body — the generous swell of her breasts threatening to spill completely from the neckline with every shift, the thick, smooth flesh of her thighs pressing together as she knelt.

She was thick in the way that made men forget how to speak — soft where it mattered most, full-hipped and plush-thighed, with a waist that dipped in before flaring out into wide, womanly hips and a round, heavy ass that filled out the dress like sin made flesh.

Her long legs folded beneath her, smooth and strong, the kind of legs that could wrap around a man and never let go.

Her hands wrapped around his cock once more.

She held him with both hands, feeling that familiar, obscene weight settle hot and heavy in her palms. He was so thick her fingers still couldn’t meet around him. So heavy that even fully hard, his cock had a slight downward curve from its own mass. The veins stood out prominently along the dark shaft, pulsing visibly with every beat of his heart.

The head was flushed nearly purple now, glistening at the slit with fresh pre-cum.

Delilah leaned down and kissed the head again — slow, reverent, filthy.

Then she opened her mouth and took him in again and she forced him deeper this time, pushing past the point of comfort with deliberate hunger. Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she sank down, the thick head sliding over her tongue until it hit the back of her throat.

She gagged immediately — a wet, choked, obscene sound — but didn’t pull back. Tears sprang instantly to her eyes as her throat fluttered and spasmed helplessly around him.

Phei’s breath punched out of him in a harsh rush.

His hands moved into her hair his fingers tightening as she began to move.

Delilah sucked him with slow, deliberate strokes at first, her hands working what her mouth couldn’t take. Saliva quickly coated his cock, making everything wet and filthy and slick. Every time she pushed deeper, she gagged again — soft, wet, gurgling sounds filling the space between them.

Her throat kept convulsing around the head, trying to reject the sheer size of him, but she kept forcing herself lower, eyes watering, tears slipping down her cheeks as she took him again and again.

Phei was breaking.

His thighs tensed and shake beneath her. The thick muscles in his legs flexed and jumped violently as she worked him deeper, faster.

"Delilah..." His voice was already strained, cracking at the edges.

She moaned around his cock in response, the vibration making his hips jerk hard. She could feel him throbbing heavily against her tongue, the thick veins pulsing. More pre-cum leaked steadily into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, the taste of him only making her wetter between her thick thighs.

Her own arousal was dripping now — she could feel it sliding down the inside of one plush thigh, cool against her heated skin.

She pushed herself harder.

She took him to the root again and again, forcing her throat to accept him even as it spasmed and fought. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth in shiny rivulets, running down his shaft and dripping onto his balls. Her big, heavy breasts swayed and bounced heavily with every movement, the strapless dress barely containing them as they pressed and dragged against his powerful thighs.

Her thick ass was raised behind her, the dress ridden up so high that the full, round curves were on display, jiggling slightly every time she bobbed her head.

Phei’s control shattered completely.

His grip in her hair tightened almost painfully. His thighs began to quake violently beneath her, the powerful muscles jumping and trembling uncontrollably as he fought not to thrust up into her mouth.

His head pressed back hard into the bed, a deep, broken, guttural groan tearing from his chest.

"Fuck— Delilah, I’m— I can’t— I’m going to—"

He didn’t get to finish.

His orgasm hit him like a storm breaking.

Phei came hard down her throat with a guttural, almost animal sound that echoed off the starry dome. His thighs shook uncontrollably beneath her as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth in heavy, pulsing jets. His hips bucked once, twice, three times, his grip in her hair holding her down as he emptied himself.

His entire body tensed and jerked beneath her, completely undone — abs clenching, chest heaving, thighs quaking, a long, broken moan of her name ripping from his throat as he lost every last shred of control.

Delilah tried to swallow it all but there was so much:

It spilled from the corners of her mouth almost immediately — thick, white, and hot — leaking down his shaft even as she desperately tried to take every drop. She gagged hard around the sheer volume, her throat working visibly, more cum escaping as she struggled to keep up.

It dripped down her chin in heavy strands, splattered onto her big, heaving breasts, and ran down onto the sheets beneath them.

When Phei finally loosened his grip, his body still twitching and jerking with aftershocks, Delilah slowly pulled off his cock.

Thick strands of cum and saliva connected her swollen, shiny lips to the head. More of his release had leaked out and was running down his length in messy, pearly trails.

She didn’t wipe it away.

Instead, she gathered the spilled cum with her fingers — slow and deliberate — scooping it from his cock, from her own chin, even from the tops of her breasts where it had landed. She brought her coated fingers to her mouth and licked them clean with a huge, filthy, satisfied smirk on her face, her eyes locked on his the entire time.

She made sure he watched as her tongue dragged over every drop.

Phei’s eyes were still half-lidded; his chest heaved like he’d run for miles while his body was still trembling from the force of his orgasm, aftershocks making his thighs twitch.

Delilah’s voice came out husky, smug, and deeply satisfied:

"That was hot as fuck~"

She leaned over him slightly, her big breasts nearly spilling completely from the dress as she looked down at his wrecked expression.