Novel Full Chapter 1034: Dual Sensation (r-18)
Chapter 1034: Dual Sensation (r-18)
She gagged once — a wet, choking sound that made her throat spasm tightly around him — then swallowed hard and pushed further.
Her nose eventually pressed flush against his pelvis, her throat visibly bulging around his thickness, lips stretched obscenely at the base. Thick rivulets of spit spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin, dripping onto the white satin between her knees.
She held him there, fully buried, her throat contracting in rhythmic swallowing pulses around him, eyes watering as she looked up with an expression that said she had no intention of stopping.
Her tongue still worked subtly inside, pressing and massaging the underside even while her throat was stuffed full.
Catherine didn’t wait. While Dominique’s throat owned the shaft, Catherine dropped lower and took his heavy, full balls into her mouth. She sucked one in gently, then the other, rolling them slowly with her warm, skilled tongue in the wet heat of her mouth while her hand stroked the inches of shaft still exposed.
The dual sensation—Dominique’s tight, pulsing throat around the head of his cock and Catherine’s velvety tongue bathing and sucking his balls—made Peter’s vision blur and his hips jerk forward involuntarily, driving another fraction deeper into Dominique’s already stuffed throat.
Dominique gagged again, wetter and louder this time. A thick rope of spit flooded out around his shaft and splashed onto her chest, soaking into the white satin.
She pulled back gasping, long strings of saliva stretching from her swollen, ruined lips to his cock in glistening bridges. Her lip were full and eyes glassy, but she grinned up at him with pure, filthy satisfaction.
"Your turn," she said hoarsely to Catherine.
Catherine released his balls with a soft, wet pop and rose to meet his cock. She didn’t tease. She gripped the base with both hands, opened her mouth, and swallowed him in one smooth, continuous descent.
His thick cock disappeared into her throat so deep and so fast that a raw, guttural sound tore from his chest — one he barely recognized as his own voice.
"Fuck—Catherine —"
She hummed around him, the deep vibration rolling through his entire shaft like liquid electricity, and began to move. Long, slow, devastating strokes — her dark lips dragging wetly along his full length on every retreat, leaving his cock shining and drenched in spit, before plunging back down to the root with a wet, obscene gluck that echoed through the office.
Her throat was tighter than Dominique’s — narrower, more resistant — and every time the fat head forced past that tight ring of muscle, she gagged in a way that clenched his cock in a fist of wet, pulsing heat.
Dominique watched from her knees, one hand now pressed between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over her satin-covered pussy as she stared at her friend taking him so deeply.
"Gods, look at you," Dominique whispered, voice thick with arousal. "Look at that throat. Looks like she’s been practicing."
Catherine pulled off with a gasp, panting hard, her chin and lips drenched in spit and precum, a smeared ring of her dark lipstick marking the base of his cock like a brand.
Her voice came out beautifully destroyed.
"I don’t practice," she rasped. "I’m gifted."
Dominique laughed softly and leaned in, licking Catherine’s spit off his cock in one long, indulgent drag from base to tip with her wide, experienced tongue.
Then they were on him together — two mature tongues working opposite sides of the thick, veiny shaft in perfect sync, meeting at the swollen head where their lips pressed together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss around his cock.
Their tongues slid wetly over each other and over him at the same time, the obscene sounds of two hungry mouths worshipping one massive cock filling the quiet office.
They took turns with devastating coordination—Dominique deep-throating him while Catherine lavished attention on his heavy balls with her warm, sucking mouth, then Catherine choking on the head while Dominique stroked the slick shaft with both hands, twisting firmly.
They licked at the tip together, tongues dancing and swirling around the leaking head, fingers intertwined around the base, both sets of watering eyes looking up at him with complete devotion and lust.
Dominique felt the warning signs first — the heavy throbbing, the way his cock swelled even thicker in her grip, veins pulsing harder.
"He’s close," she breathed, voice husky.
They both pulled back slightly, holding him firmly at the base. His massive cock throbbed between their faces — slick, glistening, dark and swollen, veins pulsing visibly, the head flushed and leaking.
They pressed their cheeks together, mouths open, tongues extended like an offering, creating the perfect target.
"Give it to us," Catherine commanded, her voice raw and broken with need.
"Every drop," Dominique added, her hand pumping the slick shaft in firm, quick strokes. "We’re not wasting a single —"
Dominique’s hand stroked him with firm, urgent pumps while both women kept their faces smashed cheek-to-cheek, mouths stretched obscenely wide, their broad, experienced tongues laid flat and quivering like a hungry, spit-shined target right beneath the flared, leaking head.
Peter’s monstrous cock surged and throbbed violently between them, the shaft bloating even thicker, veins bulging like ropes under the skin as the dark, angry head flared wider and shiny with their mixed saliva.
"Fuck—" he snarled, the sound ripping out of him.
The first explosive spurt blasted out with brutal force.
A massive, thick wad of cum rocketed straight onto Catherine’s tongue and slammed into the back of Dominique’s throat.
Both women groaned deep and loud at the taste — overpoweringly sweet and laced with something dark, musky, and dangerously addictive that made their mouths water instantly for more.
Their eyes widened in raw, greedy shock.
The next savage burst hit even harder, splattering a wide, sticky stripe across Catherine’s cheek and over the bridge of her nose, the warm fluid already starting to drip toward her lips.
Another heavy, forceful jet flooded Dominique’s open mouth so thickly that it instantly overflowed, pouring in thick streams from both corners of her lips and cascading down her chin in messy rivulets.
They didn’t flinch or pull away.
They leaned in tighter, their slippery, mature tongues writhing and tangling against each other and frantically lapping at the pulsing head, fighting to catch every fresh, powerful surge as his cock kept erupting.
Thick, pearly cum painted their faces in chaotic streaks — splattering cheeks, smearing lips, coating chins, and dripping from foreheads.
Heavy blasts landed on their elegant necks and collarbones, sliding down in slow, viscous trails that soaked deep into the fine fabric of their dresses, turning pristine white satin into a ruined, clinging mess.
Some powerful shots missed their mouths completely and smacked wetly onto the hardwood floor with heavy, obscene splats, while long, gooey strands clung to their skin and drenched their clothing in sticky patches.
Peter stared down through heavy-lidded eyes, chest heaving, watching the two sophisticated, powerful women willingly let themselves be turned into a filthy, cum-drenched spectacle by him.
His cock continued twitching and pumping out weaker but still thick spurts across their tongues and swollen, messy lips until the last drops finally trickled out.
When it finally ebbed, he let out a low, satisfied chuckle, voice still ragged.
"I ruined your dresses," he said, sounding anything but sorry. "Sorry about that."
Catherine and Dominique both swallowed what they’d collected, the wet, shameless gulps loud in the quiet office. They looked up at him — faces streaked and shining with thick layers of his cum, lips puffy and glossy, mascara starting to run in dark smudges — and shared a small, wicked, thoroughly satisfied smile.
Catherine raised one elegant brow, her voice hoarse and wrecked. "You’re apologizing for the dresses... but not for our faces?"
Dominique laughed softly, her wide tongue slowly dragging across her lower lip to scoop up a thick glob of his sweet cum before she swallowed it with obvious, lingering pleasure. "Typical Pete. Absolutely drenches two grown, powerful women in his load and only worries about the fabric."
Peter grinned, still breathing hard, his heavy cock giving one last lazy twitch between their cum-smeared faces. "Can you blame me? You both look fucking incredible like this — absolutely covered in me. I would never apologize for that... rather proud actually."
Catherine stood first, moving with graceful poise even while her face, neck, and chest were streaked and dripping with his seed.
She stepped in close and kissed him deeply, shoving her cum-coated tongue into his mouth so he could taste the thick, sweet mess he’d just unloaded all over them.
Dominique rose on his other side, her fingers lazily smearing the warm cum across her own cheek before sliding them into her mouth and sucking them clean with a soft, satisfied hum.
"Next time," Dominique whispered hotly against his ear, voice dripping with wicked promise, "we might not let you apologize for anything."