Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 21 Ann’s Plan II (R-18)

Ann’s hands moved fast, her fingers curling into the fabric of Liam’s shirt with a hunger that caught him off guard. She yanked it upward, tugging it over his head in one swift motion, her nails grazing his skin as she tossed it aside. Liam barely had time to catch his breath before his own hands shot out, seizing the remnants of her satin robe still clinging to her hips.

He pulled it free, ripping it off her body with a roughness that made her gasp, the fabric pooling uselessly on the floor.

For a heartbeat, they froze—her bare skin glowing under the soft light, his chest heaving as he took her in. Then, without warning, Liam’s hands gripped her waist, and he shifted her aggressively. One moment she was straddling him, the next she was flat on her back against the couch, her hair fanning out wildly beneath her. He loomed above her, his eyes dark and predatory, drinking in the sight of her—completely naked, vulnerable, and utterly breathtaking.

Ann lay there, her chest rising and falling, her body exposed in a way that made Liam’s pulse thunder. His gaze dropped lower, settling between her thighs. Her pussy was shaved smooth, the skin glistening faintly with her arousal, a perfect, delicate slit framed by the soft curves of her inner thighs. It was almost too much—pristine, inviting, and pulsing with heat that he could feel from where he hovered.

Liam leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as his lips found her thigh. He kissed it softly at first, tasting the salt of her, his hands rubbing slow circles against her trembling legs. Ann’s breath hitched, a quiet "Hmmmm" slipping from her lips as he worked his way up, his mouth trailing higher, teasing the sensitive flesh. Her legs parted slightly under his touch, and the closer he got, the more her body seemed to hum with anticipation.

Then, his lips brushed against her pussy—just a featherlight kiss—and a jolt shot through her. Her leg twitched, a sharp "Ahwwwwn" escaping her as her hips bucked involuntarily. She was already wet, the slickness glistening in the dim light, and the scent hit him hard—sweet, musky, intoxicating. It flipped a switch in Liam, his arousal spiking as he grabbed her thighs and spread them wide, opening her up completely.

Her pussy bloomed before him, pink and swollen, the delicate folds parting to reveal her glistening core. It was wetter now, her arousal dripping slightly, and the sight made his mouth water. He couldn’t hold back. His face dipped lower, his tongue darting out, and then it was inside her.

Ann squirmed instantly, a loud "O~Oh!" tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her. Liam started slow, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting her—sweet and tangy, a flavor that drove him wild. He licked her again, deeper this time, tracing every fold, and Ann’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. "Ahhh... Yes..." she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked against her clit, then plunged back into her, lapping at her wetness with a rhythm that made her hips roll against his face. Her cries grew louder, more desperate—"Eat my pussy out, Liam!"—and he obeyed. His lips closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing out a sharp "Mmmmm!" as her thighs clamped around his head. She was shaking now, her body a live wire under his mouth, and he could feel her pulsing against him.

Then he went all in. He ate her out like a man possessed—licking, sucking, devouring her. His tongue thrust deep, then swirled around her clit, his lips working her relentlessly as her wetness coated his chin. Ann was a mess, her moans spilling out in a symphony of bliss—"Ohhh fuck... Yes, yes, yes!"—her voice cracking with joy as she writhed beneath him. "Hnnng... Don’t stop!" she cried, her fingers tugging at his hair, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Liam groaned against her, the vibration sending another shockwave through her body. She tasted like heaven, smelled like sin, and every sound she made only fueled him more. He sucked her clit hard, then licked her again, long and slow, savoring the way she bucked against him. Her pussy clenched, her arousal soaking his mouth, and he couldn’t get enough—couldn’t stop until she was screaming.

Finally, she yanked him back, her hands shaking as she grabbed his belt. Her fingers fumbled with it, desperation in every move, and she ripped it off with a clatter, shoving his trousers down in one frantic pull. They hit the floor, and her eyes locked onto him, wide and blazing with lust.

"I want to feel you inside me," she said, her voice raw, dripping with desire. It wasn’t a question—it was a demand, and the way she said it sent a shiver down Liam’s spine.

Then his dick sprang free, hard and thick, and Ann’s expression shifted—shock and excitement crashing together. Her lips parted, a soft gasp slipping out as she took him in. It was bigger than she’d expected, the sight of it—veined, pulsing, and ready—making her eyes widen and her breath catch. She licked her lips unconsciously, her gaze flicking between his face and his cock, a hungry edge to her stare that told him she was just as far gone as he was.

Liam didn’t need to be told twice. Ann’s words—"I want to feel you inside me"—echoed in his head, her lust-drenched voice lighting a fire in him that burned hotter than anything he’d ever felt. She was sprawled beneath him, legs spread, her pussy glistening and begging for him, and that look in her eyes—wild, unhinged—told him she wasn’t messing around.

He shifted, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up. His dick throbbed, hard and heavy against her slick entrance, and he teased her for a moment, sliding the tip along her folds. Ann squirmed, a needy "Nnnngh..." slipping from her lips as she arched toward him. "Don’t tease me, Liam," she growled, her voice rough and impatient. "Give it to me."

He didn’t make her wait any longer. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her, and—fuck—she was tight. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, warm and wet, pulling him in inch by inch. Ann’s head tipped back, a loud "Ohhh shit!" tearing from her throat as he filled her. Liam groaned low, the sensation hitting him hard—her walls pulsing around him, her heat swallowing him whole.

He started slow, rocking his hips, letting her adjust to his size. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper. "Harder," she demanded, her voice a sultry snarl. "Fuck me like you mean it." Her hands grabbed his wrists, yanking one to her mouth, and she sucked his finger hard, her tongue swirling around it as her eyes locked on his—daring him.

Liam’s control snapped. He slammed into her, his dick ravaging her pussy just like she wanted, each thrust rough and deep. Her ass—soft and watery—jiggled beneath her with every impact, the motion hypnotic as it rippled under his grip. "Yeahhh, make that pussy yours!" Ann cried out, her words muffled around his finger before she bit down lightly, sending a shock through him. Her moans turned filthy—"Unnnh! Fuck yes!"—as he pounded into her, the couch creaking under the force.

Her pussy clenched tighter with every thrust, wet and sloppy now, the sound of him driving into her filling the room. Liam’s hands dug into her hips, pulling her into him, and Ann’s body responded—her tits bouncing, her ass quivering like liquid as he fucked her senseless. "Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ wet," he muttered, voice hoarse, and she smirked through a gasp, popping his finger out of her mouth.

"Keep goin’, baby—wreck me," she purred, her tone nasty and teasing, her nails raking down his chest.

Liam growled, shifting them without warning. He pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up until she was on her knees. Her ass jiggled as he positioned her, the sight making his dick twitch.

He didn’t hesitate. He thrust back in, hard, and the new angle hit her deeper. Ann’s face buried into the cushion, a muffled "yeah!" spilling out as her body rocked forward. To Liam, it felt like heaven—her pussy tighter from behind, hugging him in all the right places, the friction driving him wild. Every slam made her ass bounce, the soft flesh trembling under his hands as he gripped it, spreading her wider.

"Shit, you feel so good," he rasped, his pace relentless, and Ann’s moans turned into a stream of broken cries—"Mmmph! Ohhh God, yes! Pound that pussy!"—her voice raw and unfiltered. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, and the rhythm turned brutal—skin slapping, her wetness dripping down her thighs.

But she wasn’t done. Ann twisted suddenly, shoving him back with surprising strength. "My turn," she panted, climbing on top of him as he fell back onto the couch. She straddled him, her hands pressing his chest down, and sank onto his dick in one fluid motion. "Ohhh..." she moaned, long and low, her head tipping back as she took him in fully.

To Liam, it was overwhelming—her weight pinning him, her pussy swallowing him whole, the way she rolled her hips slow and deliberate at first, grinding against him. Her ass jiggled slightly as she moved, soft and pliant, and he grabbed it, squeezing hard. "Ride me, Ann," he grunted, and she flashed him a wicked grin.

"Watch me own this dick," she shot back, her voice dripping with filthy confidence. She started bouncing, fast and rough, her tits swaying with every drop. "Yesss! Ohhh shit, yes!" she cried, her moans sharp and wild as she fucked him back. Her pussy gripped him tighter with each thrust, slick and hot, and Liam’s hands roamed—grabbing her ass, her thighs, anything to anchor himself as she took control.

It felt different for her too—riding him let her set the pace, hitting every spot inside her just right. "You’re so fuckin’ deep," she gasped, her nails digging into his chest as she slammed down harder. "Unnnh! Take it, baby—take all of me!" Her ass bounced wildly now, the watery jiggle driving him insane as he thrust up to meet her.

They were a mess—sweat-slicked, breathless, lost in the raw, messy chaos of it. Liam’s hands slid up to her tits, pinching her nipples, and Ann’s head lolled forward, a guttural "Nnnngh... fuck me up!" escaping her as her pace faltered, pleasure overwhelming her. He obliged, bucking his hips harder, ravaging her from below until her moans turned into screams—"Ohhh God! Yes, yes, yes!"—her body shaking as she rode him to the edge.

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