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Chapter 676 Spirit · Oct 12, 2026

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651 Chapter 651 Clarity 2026-10-12
652 Chapter 652 Hope 2026-10-12
653 Chapter 653 Opinion 2026-10-12
654 Chapter 654 Zone 2026-10-12
655 Chapter 655 Lion 2026-10-12
656 Chapter 656 Spotlight 2026-10-12
657 Chapter 657 Cute 2026-10-12
658 Chapter 658 Duke 2026-10-12
659 Chapter 659 Mirror 2026-10-12
660 Chapter 660 Intern 2026-10-12
661 Chapter 661 Twin 2026-10-12
662 Chapter 662 Guess 2026-10-12
663 Chapter 663 Unicorn 2026-10-12
664 Chapter 664 Ancestor 2026-10-12
665 Chapter 665 Glutton 2026-10-12
666 Chapter 666 Clock 2026-10-12
667 Chapter 667 Assessment 2026-10-12
668 Chapter 668 Engineer 2026-10-12
669 Chapter 669 Claws 2026-10-12
670 Chapter 670 Choice 2026-10-12
671 Chapter 671 Potential 2026-10-12
672 Chapter 672 Poem 2026-10-12
673 Chapter 673 Savage 2026-10-12
674 Chapter 674 Switch 2026-10-12
675 Chapter 675 Digital 2026-10-12
676 Chapter 676 Spirit 2026-10-12
677 Chapter 677 Favourite 2026-10-12
678 Chapter 678 Beverage 2026-10-12
679 Chapter 679 Alchemist 2026-10-12
680 Chapter 680 Halfway 2026-10-12
681 Chapter 681 Light 2026-10-12
682 Chapter 682 Brownies 2026-10-12
683 Chapter 683 Ocean 2026-10-12
684 Chapter 684 Analogy 2026-10-12
685 Chapter 685 Access 2026-10-12
686 Chapter 686 Material 2026-10-12
687 Chapter 687 Status 2026-10-12
688 Chapter 688 Apex 2026-10-12
689 Chapter 689 Entity 2026-10-12
690 Chapter 690 Beard 2026-10-12
691 Chapter 691 Vortex 2026-10-12
692 Chapter 692 Triangle 2026-10-12
693 Chapter 693 Names 2026-10-12
694 Chapter 694 Dragon 2026-10-12
695 Chapter 695 Movie 2026-10-12
696 Chapter 696 Meme 2026-10-12
697 Chapter 697 Finals 2026-10-12
698 Chapter 698 Canon 2026-10-12
699 Chapter 699 Buffer 2026-10-12
700 Chapter 700 Sticker 2026-10-12

Chapter 676: Chapter 676 Spirit

Kristine kissed his big fat cock softly, then hungrily, up and down the veined column, her tongue tracing every ridge and curve as if memorizing his shape.

She sucked gently on the swollen head, letting her saliva coat him completely.

Every lick left behind a slick, sticky trail that shimmered under the dim lighting, preparing his cock for what she was about to attempt.

She didn’t ignore his balls, either.

With delicate care, she moved lower and gave them the same attention.

Her lips wrapped around one, then the other, tongue swirling, hands gently massaging as if she was handling something sacred.

Ross let out a low growl of pleasure, his hips twitching involuntarily with every pass of her mouth.

Kristine’s own body was heating up, arousal building inside her just from the sounds he made and the power she held in that moment.

But she knew this was only the beginning. She was about to push herself further.

Gathering her breath, she repositioned herself, widening her jaw as much as she could, and tried to take him in.

”Hmmmph...”

The sound escaped her throat as the thick head of his cock pressed firmly against her lips.

Her jaw strained, her eyes fluttered shut, and her throat fought the natural reflex to gag.

Inch by inch, she managed to take a portion inside, but it was no use—his sheer size overwhelmed her.

It felt like her mouth might tear trying to accommodate him.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her breathing turned shallow as she pulled back, gasping.

She looked up at Ross, eyes glazed with a mix of frustration and lust.

But he didn’t seem disappointed.

If anything, the sight of her struggling to handle him had him even more aroused.

Realizing her limit, Kristine didn’t stop—instead, she redirected her energy.

She licked around his engorged tip, slow circles that sent tremors through his body.

Her hands never stopped moving—one stroking his slick shaft, the other massaging his balls with firm, rhythmic care.

Every now and then, she’d place a soft kiss or a playful suck on his tip, teasing the sensitive slit, watching more beads of pre-cum bubble to the surface.

Ross groaned deeply, his chest rising and falling as tension coiled tightly inside him.

His abs flexed, his thighs trembled—he was close, and she knew it.

”I’m going to explode, Kristine,” he warned, voice raw, almost desperate.

Kristine’s eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she sealed her lips over the head of his cock, positioning herself carefully to catch what was coming.

A second later, he erupted.

Thick, hot jets of cum shot into her mouth in powerful spurts.

Pew.

Each burst hit the back of her throat with force, and Kristine tried her best to swallow, but there was just too much.

The sheer volume overwhelmed her.

Warm seed spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her chest.

Her eyes stayed closed, her expression one of bliss and determination as she stayed locked on him, milking him through the orgasm.

Her hands kept moving—stroking his shaft, coaxing more from him even as he gasped and twitched under her touch.

His cock throbbed in her grip, releasing one final weak spurt before softening slightly in her hand.

Kristine slowly pulled away, licking her lips, a mix of cum and saliva glistening on her skin.

She looked up at Ross with a sultry smile, proud of the effect she’d had on him.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed, her thighs pressed tightly together from the ache building between her legs.

”That was... a lot,” she said with a breathless chuckle, her voice low and husky.

Ross stared down at her, chest still heaving, eyes locked onto her messy, beautiful face.

”You’re absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from her cheek.

And Kristine, still flushed and glowing with satisfaction, simply smiled—because she wasn’t done yet.

”I’m not done yet,” Kristine whispered, her voice trembling with lust as her fingers lightly trailed down Ross’s chest.

Her thighs trembled slightly as she rose up and carefully straddled him once more.

She moved with feline grace, her body a vision of raw seduction.

The dim light highlighted the smooth curves of her hips, the tight arch of her waist, the soft weight of her breasts, and most breathtaking of all—her glistening, pink pussy.

She was dripping wet, aching, and slightly parted in anticipation.

Despite how thoroughly Ross had claimed her earlier, she still looked impossibly tight... untouched... almost virginal.

And yet, she was about to take him in again.

Ross’s cock, still slick with her saliva and standing tall with pride, pulsed at the sight of her.

Fifteen inches of rock-hard manhood waited for her, thick and veined, and Kristine didn’t hesitate.

She reached down and guided his tip to her entrance.

The moment it made contact, a shiver ran through her entire body.

Her mouth parted in a breathy gasp as the swollen head pressed into her folds, slowly spreading her open once more.

”Ohhh... yesss...” she moaned, tilting her head back as the first few inches slid inside.

It was just as intense as the first time.

Her pussy stretched around his girth with agonizing slowness, resisting, trembling, and finally yielding. Inch by inch, she lowered herself, her walls tightening and fluttering around his cock.

Every bit of progress felt monumental—every inch a new depth of penetration that filled her to a level no man ever had.

She moaned again, louder this time, her voice echoing with unfiltered pleasure.

It felt like she was being split in two.

Ross was so thick, so unrelenting, that it truly did feel like she was being impaled by a hot, rigid baseball bat.

Her insides ached. Her thighs trembled.

Her hands clutched at his chest for support as she rode the line between pain and ecstasy.

She paused when she had only a few inches left to take.

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