The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 144: Clay Is Watching, But She Isn’t Feeling It Anymore

Miss Isabelle continued to push her hips into Benjamin’s penis, fucking herself to high heavens.

Her slender thighs flexed with every downward drop—her muscles tightening visibly under her pale skin as she lifted high, then slammed back down, taking him fully each time with a wet, resounding slap that echoed through the chamber.

Her small pussy stretched wide around his thick cock, the outer lips clinging to the veined length on every upstroke, inner folds dragging visibly along him until only the swollen head remained inside her before she plunged again.

Sweat beaded across her collarbones and rolled in slow trails between her breasts, making them glisten under the crystal light.

Her light green hair—now fully loosened from its twin buns—swung in wild arcs with her rhythm, strands sticking to her damp cheeks and neck.

I... never thought I’d see such a face on our capable Miss Isabelle.

Saliva and sweat had turned her into a horny mess that craved cock—lips swollen and red from kissing, cheeks flushed a deep rose that spread down her throat, eyes glassy and half-lidded with pupils blown wide.

I could nearly see a heart shaped icon in her eyes. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Her mouth hung open in a constant stream of high, broken moans, tongue lolling slightly as drool gathered at the corners and dripped in thin strings onto Benjamin’s chest.

Every downward thrust forced a fresh gush of arousal from her entrance, a clear fluid coating his balls and running in flows down his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them in a wide, dark patch.

But... I wasn’t feeling it anymore.

I was a few steps away from them on the bed as they fucked like rabbits—knees drawn up, arms wrapped around my legs, watching from the edge like an outsider at a feast.

Roselyn was nigh-lifeless, naked, and laying in front of me, her body sprawled across the mattress, chest rising and falling in shallow pants, dark skin still flushed and slick with sweat and cum.

My elder sister was sprawled somewhere else in the bed; her violet hair matted to her face, small breasts heaving from exhaustion, thighs trembling with aftershocks.

But... I haven’t... done anything with him, have I?

"I’m... I’m nearing there, Benjamin!" Miss Isabelle squealed, cupping his face with both hands, with her fingers threading into his light brown hair as she slammed her small pussy down onto his penis with fierce, relentless movement.

The slapping sounds echoed wetly across and above the chamber, sharp and dirty claps of skin on skin that mixed with the obscene squelch of her walls gripping him on every descent.

Benjamin nodded, his eyes locked on hers, and held her waist with both hands—fingers digging into soft flesh, guiding her rhythm while his hips snapped upward to meet her drops.

Together they orgasmed; his white essence poured out of Miss Isabelle’s vagina in thick, forceful pulses that overflowed immediately.

The first jet flooded her depths so completely that creamy ropes leaked out around his cock on the next thrust, running down her inner thighs in slow, viscous streams that dripped onto his stomach and pooled in the creases of her spread folds.

Her pussy clenched hard around him, the walls spasming in rhythmic contractions that pushed more cum outward in steady oozes, coating her swollen lips and dripping in heavy drops that pattered onto the mattress below.

They stayed together breathing hard, with Miss Isabelle’s pussy backing me—but I could still see it impaled; squeezing and retracting in small, helpless flutters as if trying to draw every last drop deeper inside her.

Her pussy entrance winked with each aftershock, lips parted wide around his cock, thick white cream welling up at the opening and sliding downward in slow, creamy trails that clung to her folds before falling free.

Her inner thighs glistened with the overflow—shining streaks that caught the light and dripped steadily, forming a small, glossy puddle beneath her.

Now they were only using the tips of their tongues to touch each other, tracing delicate symbols on their own tongues in slow, intimate swirls.

Tiny flicks and circles, barely touching yet so deliberate, saliva stretching in thin, glistening threads between them every time they pulled back.

Their eyes stayed locked, soft and affectionate, like they were speaking something without words.

They so seem to be having a blast.

M... Maybe if I ask them nicely, they would let me at least get a kiss from...

"Benjamin, here... Fuck me too," my soon-to-be-estranged elder sister had flown her slutty self to Benjamin.

Sigh. Why am I surprised...?

Her panties were already half-drawn: deep blue cotton bunched and creased at her knees, elastic digging into her thighs as she raised her short skirt up with both hands, flashing Benjamin her raw and wet pussy.

The fabric had peeled away from her pussy with a sticky drag, leaving strings of arousal clinging to the crotch before snapping free.

Her pussy lips were flushed dark pink, parted naturally from how swollen she was, entrance glistening and squeezing with every quick breath, a fresh bead of wetness welling up and rolling downward in a slow, shining trail.

Miss Isabelle raised her ass up slowly, her hips lifting until Benjamin’s penis pulled out with a wet pop.

The cock sprang upward afterwards, still very erect and flushed dark red along the length, veins standing out in sharp ridges, head glossy and swollen with a mix of her arousal and his release.

A thick string of cum and her slick connected the tip to her entrance for a heartbeat before cutting off, leaving a glistening trail that dripped onto his stomach.

What’s with his sexual stamina? As I thought, he isn’t normal.

He began to suck and lick Claire’s pussy as she stood on the bed.

Her crotch was near level with his head when he was in a sitting position. But she bent her knees a bit to secure his mouth perfectly reached her—thighs spreading wider, hands bracing on his shoulders for balance.

Benjamin grabbed her ass with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into soft cheeks, spreading them slightly as he pulled her forward until her pussy pressed flush against his mouth.