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Chapter 676 Spirit · Oct 12, 2026

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740 Chapter 740 Chance 2026-10-12
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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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