Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 69: Comfort of the bunnies
Laila stayed silent as he slowly lifted her dress, exposing her bare body in the dimly lit room.
Her breasts weren’t as large or firm as Monica’s, but they were still full and well-shaped.
Luke eased the fabric aside, freeing her soft mounds. As he did, he asked in a low voice, "How often do you and Caleb mate?"
Laila let out a short, bitter snicker. "I’m not answering th—nngh!"
She barely managed to swallow the cry when he suddenly pinched her nipple and gave it a firm tug.
"Didn’t I tell you to be obedient?" Luke said, his voice thick with command.
Laila answered instantly, "Just... two times so far..."
He finally released her nipple and murmured, "Good girl."
Then he pulled a small bottle of oil from his inventory and ordered, "Get on your knees."
Laila didn’t dare argue. She knew that once this was over, she could settle the score with him later. Obediently, she sank to her knees in front of him.
Staring at her heaving breasts, Luke felt his cock twitch hard inside his pants.
He tilted the bottle and poured the warm, slippery oil over her bare tits.
"Come on, smear it."
Laila almost clicked her tongue in irritation, but she caught herself. She cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting the soft, heavy mounds slightly, and began rubbing them together.
Her skin instantly turned glossy as the oil spread smoothly, coating every inch of her shiny, glistening tits. The warm liquid dripped down her curves, making her nipples harden into tight peaks under the slick friction.
Luke watched her for a moment, then said huskily, "Now take off my pants."
Laila’s hands trembled slightly as she reached up and tugged at the waistband. Somehow, she expected this.
Unlike Caleb or what she has heard fromcher friends, Luke was a strange man whose manhood works differently.
She pulled his pants down along with his undergarment in one slow motion.
The moment the fabric cleared his hips, his thick, hard cock sprang free, bouncing heavily right in front of her face.
"Ah..." she let out a sound involuntarily at the sight.
It was veined and swollen, the flushed head already glistening with a bead of precum at the tip.
The strong, musky, manly scent of him hit her immediately—raw, heated, and unmistakably arousing—making her breath hitch despite herself.
Luke looked down at her with a satisfied smirk. "Good. Now press those oily tits around my cock. Start slow... squeeze them together nice and tight, then slide them up and down. Use your hands to push them together if you need to. I want to feel how soft and warm they are."
Laila swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with shame and something hotter. This somehow sounded indecent. Until now, these tits had been nothing a burden for her...but Luke was somehow going to use them to bully her.
She lifted her slick, glistening breasts, wrapped them around his throbbing length, and slowly pressed them together until his cock was completely enveloped in soft, oily warmth.
She did as he told her and began to move up and down, tightly pressed her breasts from both sides to create a tight pocket.
The moment her tits hugged him, Luke groaned in pleasure. "That’s it... just like that."
He didn’t let her set the pace for long. His hips jerked forward roughly, thrusting his thick cock between her slippery breasts with raw need.
The veined shaft slid hot and heavy through her cleavage, the oily friction making wet, lewd squelching sounds every time he drove upward.
Laila gasped as he fucked her tits harder, his pelvis slapping against the undersides of her breasts with each thrust.
Her shiny mounds jiggled and bounced wildly from the force, the oil making them gleam under the thin streams of light.
"Ah, fuck...I knew these spongy tits won’t disappoint," he muttered.
Her hard nipples dragged along his shaft, sending sparks of unwanted heat straight to her core.
She could feel every ridge and pulse of his cock as it glided between her soft flesh, the swollen head poking out from the top of her cleavage with every upward stroke, smearing precum across her skin.
"Fuck... this shit feel so good," Luke growled, gripping her shoulders for leverage as he pumped faster.
His balls slapped rhythmically against her chest, heavy and full. The musky scent of his arousal grew thicker in the air, mixing with the sweet smell of the oil.
Laila’s pussy throbbed helplessly, her juices soaking her thighs as she knelt there, letting him use her breasts like a toy.
She squeezed her tits tighter around him, trying to match his rough rhythm, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pushed them together.
Luke’s breathing turned ragged. His thrusts became erratic and brutal, his cock swelling even thicker between her slick tits. "Shit... I’m close—"
With a deep, guttural groan, he buried his cock as deep as it would go between her breasts and came hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his pulsing head, splattering across her glossy tits in messy white streaks.
Some shots landed on her neck and chin, while others painted her reddened skin and dripped down into her cleavage. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, milking every last drop onto her shiny, cum-covered breasts until they were glistening with a mixture of oil and his seed.
Finally, he slowed, breathing heavily as he looked down at the lewd sight of his sister’s tits completely painted in his cum.
Grinning, he told her, "Come on, lick it clean. Don’t worry, the oil is edible too."
Laila gritted her teeth, her face turning into a scowl. But before she could utter a word, he grabbed her hair and told her, "Choose your words carefully, woman. I haven’t forgotten everything you have done to me in the past. Feel lucky I ain’t beating the shit out of you right now and asking you gently, you hear that?"
All the color drained from her face. Somehow those eyes made her feel as if she was kneeling before a predator.
Wordlessly, she did as he asked and began to lick his seed off her chest and chin.
Luke narrowed his eyes, "Good...but I am far from done with you."
