Novel Full Chapter 1132 Spy
Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132 Spy
The feast finally wound down just past midnight, and one by one, everyone slipped back into their tents inside the supermarket.
In this chaotic world overrun by the undead, these small pockets of privacy felt like precious, fleeting luxuries.
Ross, of course, had claimed the largest tent, outfitted with a bed so big it seemed more like a mattress from a hotel than a makeshift shelter.
He hadn’t been waiting long when a quiet rustle alerted him to movement.
A figure slipped inside, wrapped in an oversized jacket with the hood drawn low over her face.
Ross’s curiosity sparked, but before he could say anything, she slowly began peeling off the jacket.
One layer fell, then another, until all that remained clinging to her were a pair of daring red panties that left little to the imagination.
"Zip!" Miku whispered, closing the tent with a soft click behind her.
Without hesitation, she stalked toward the bed, eyes locked on Ross’s with a mixture of mischief and desire.
She sank into his arms as if she had been waiting for this moment all night.
"Hmmmm..." she murmured, pressing her lips to his.
Her hands roamed eagerly over his chest, shoulders, and down to his waist, tracing every line of his body as though committing it to memory.
Ross’s fingers found their way into her hair, tugging lightly as her movements grew bolder.
Within moments, his clothes were discarded, leaving him completely exposed.
But Miku didn’t pause; she lowered herself between his legs, taking him into her mouth with an urgency that sent shivers down his spine.
Her tongue flicked and teased, her lips warm and wet, as she bobbed rhythmically with practiced precision.
Ross’s hand slid down her back, cupping her ass as she deepened her motions, her eagerness matched by a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Ohhhh... someone’s excited," he murmured, a mix of amusement and arousal lacing his voice.
But Miku only responded with a hungry look, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage as she worked him with relentless enthusiasm.
Minutes passed, each movement growing more intense.
The heat between them radiated through the small tent, their breaths mingling in rapid pants and soft moans.
Every touch, every flick of her tongue, drove Ross closer to the edge, while Miku’s desire seemed insatiable, her focus unwavering.
She lifted her gaze briefly to meet his, a wicked smile playing at her lips, and then went back to her task with renewed fervor.
Ross’s hands wandered, exploring every inch of her body, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her hips, and the smoothness of her thighs.
Miku responded with soft, sultry moans, encouraging him, teasing him, making it clear she intended to consume him completely tonight.
In the little but intimate space of the tent, time seemed to stretch, leaving nothing but the heat, the scent, and the urgent rhythm of their desire.
The moment Miku judged that Ross was more than ready, she slowly slid off her underwear, letting it fall to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric.
Her body was bare, glistening in the dim light of the tent, and she moved with a deliberate, teasing rhythm as she straddled him.
The heat between them was instantaneous, every inch of her pressed to his body as she lowered herself onto his massive length.
"This is your reward for saving all those people," she murmured, her voice sultry and low, sending shivers down his spine.
She leaned forward slightly, reaching behind her to guide Ross’s 15-inch cock to her dripping heat, and then slowly descended, taking him inch by inch into her tight, hungry pussy.
The stretch, the fullness, it was exquisite, and she gasped sharply as she adjusted to his size.
"Ahhhhh..." Miku’s moan echoed through the small tent, raw and wanton, carrying her pleasure without restraint.
She didn’t care who might hear; she was already used to Ross ensuring their privacy with his powers, and tonight she wanted every ounce of her ecstasy known.
Her hands gripped his chest, digging in as she began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes that emphasized every inch of his length inside her.
"Ohhhhhh... ughhhhh..." Her voice rose with each movement, each powerful slide of her hips.
She leaned back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, letting her body roll with his thrusts.
The sensation of being stretched so fully, filled completely by Ross’s cock, drove her wild.
Every nerve ending seemed alive, each motion sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
Less than three minutes in, Miku’s body trembled uncontrollably.
Her first orgasm of the night approached fast, waves of pleasure washing over her as she clenched around him.
"I’m so good, Ross! I love your fat cock inside me! I’m coming! Ross, come with me! Fill me up!" she begged, voice trembling, breath ragged.
Her body arched, pressing even tighter against him as she rode out the peak of her orgasm, squirting over his cock for the first time that night.
Warm, wet, and slick, her juices coated him, leaving both of them slick and gasping.
Ross groaned, the sensation of her tight, quivering pussy wrapped around him pushing him closer to his own edge.
He slid his hands down to her hips, guiding her movements, helping her maintain the rhythm as she rode him with abandon.
Miku’s moans filled the tent, urgent and intoxicating, and every flick of her hips, every shuddering movement, sent him spiraling higher.
Her climax didn’t stop her; it only fueled her hunger.
She leaned down, pressing her chest to his, nipping at his neck, teasing his ear as she rode him faster, harder.
Each stroke was precise, deliberate, meant to wring every ounce of pleasure from both of them.
"Ohhhh... Ross! Harder! I need it all! Fill me! I’m not done!" she cried, voice hoarse with desire, body trembling against him.
Waves of heat and wetness pooled between them, the rhythm of their bodies merging in a wild, perfect synchrony.
Ross gripped her tightly, moving with her, matching every stroke, every curve, until they both were caught in the storm of their combined lust, shattering together in a crescendo of heat, sweat, and trembling pleasure that left them both gasping, sticky, and utterly spent.