Soul God Dominates the Mortal World-Chapter 42: Boobjob from Mira! [R-18]

Mira’s hand traced slow, teasing circles on Deus’s chest, her fingers gliding over the hard planes of his divine muscles, slick with sweat and oil. Her touch was warm, deliberate, sparking heat in his core.

With a gentle push, she guided him to lie back on the bed from his sitting position, her voice soft but laced with promise.

"Before we continue, there’s more," she murmured, her tone a sultry whisper. "I’ve seen mortals do this. I’m sure you’ll like it..."

Deus’s eyes darkened with lewd thoughts, his gaze locked on her glistening pussy, wet and inviting in the dim light.

He frowned, curiosity piqued. ’After everything, what else could she offer? No harm in finding out.’

He leaned back, his divine body sinking into the silken sheets, ready for whatever she had in store.Mira turned to Seraphina and Nyx, who stood flushed and panting, their perky breasts still heaving from their earlier efforts.

"Watch and learn," she said, her voice firm, a glint of pride in her eyes.

They nodded, their gazes fixed on her, eager to see what made her so bold.Locking eyes with Deus, Mira moved onto all fours, her body crawling toward him with a slow, predatory grace.

Her huge melons swayed with each movement, heavy and glistening with oil, bouncing softly as she inched closer.

The motion was hypnotic, her curves shifting, her skin catching the light, her breasts swinging like ripe fruit begging to be touched.

Deus’s breath hitched, his cock twitching at the sight, his lust reigniting despite the pleasure he’d already felt.She stopped right in front of his dick, her lips hovering close, her breath hot against his skin.

She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick his throbbing length, slow and deliberate, wetting it with a slick, teasing glide.

Then, with a bold move, she took him deep into her mouth, deepthroating him in one smooth motion, her throat constricting around his girth. The wet, sloppy sound of her sucking filled the room as she worked, spreading her saliva along his entire length, ensuring it was slick and ready.

Pulling back, she grabbed the vial of oil, pouring a slow stream onto his hard cock, the golden liquid dripping down, coating him in a glossy sheen.

Mira shifted, her hands cupping her massive breasts, lifting their heavy weight as she leaned forward. She sandwiched his dick between them, her soft, oiled melons enveloping him in a warm, plush embrace. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The sensation was unreal—her breasts, soft yet firm, pressed tightly around his cock, their slick, oiled surfaces gliding against him with a perfect, constricting pressure.

Deus groaned, a low, primal sound, his body tensing as the heat of her breasts consumed him. She began giving him a boobjob, her movements slow and deliberate at first, her breasts sliding up and down his length, squeezing his cock in a rhythmic, sensual dance.

The oil made every motion smooth, her melons gliding effortlessly, their weight and warmth driving him wild. Mira’s eyes never left his, her devotion clear in every movement, intent on giving her god peak pleasure.

Her breasts bounced slightly with each stroke, the soft flesh rippling, her erect nipples grazing his skin, adding sparks of sensation to the overwhelming heat.

Just when Deus thought he’d felt it all, Mira leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick his tip while her breasts kept working his shaft.

The combination was fucking insane—her warm, wet tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, teasing the ridge with quick, hungry flicks, while her melons squeezed and slid along his length. Deus’s dick twitched, the pleasure so intense it made his head spin.

"Ugh," he groaned, his voice rough, his hips bucking slightly as the heat built in his core.

Mira caught the twitch, a sexy smile curling her lips, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She increased her intensity, moving her breasts faster, the slick, oiled flesh pumping his cock with a relentless rhythm.

Her tongue kept at his tip, licking and sucking, her lips closing around it with a soft, hungry pull, teasing him with every stroke.

The pleasure surged through Deus, a white-hot wave that made his body tremble, his grunts louder, more desperate.

Her breasts were a perfect, constricting heat, her tongue a teasing spark that pushed him closer to the edge with every second.

Suddenly, his dick twitched harder, and he couldn’t hold back. With a loud, guttural groan, Deus came, his cock pulsing as a thick, hot load spilled from his tip.

It would’ve splashed across Mira’s face, but she was too quick, too devoted to let his divine essence go to waste. She thought that would be shame, so she took action quite quickly.

Her lips closed around his tip, sealing tight as she swallowed every drop, her throat working with eager, reverent pulls. She pulled back slowly, her tongue darting out to lick his tip clean, savoring the last traces of his cum, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

Deus groaned again, the pleasure overwhelming, his body buzzing with the aftershocks of ecstasy. His chest heaved, his divine senses drowned in the sensation—Mira’s breasts, her tongue, her devotion pushing him to heights he’d never known.

Seraphina and Nyx watched, their eyes wide, their bodies tense with awe and envy, learning every move, every flick of her tongue, every glide of her breasts.

Mira, still kneeling, looked up at Deus, her lips glistening with his divine essence, a proud, sultry smile curling her mouth.

She knew she’d pleased her god like no other, her heart pounding with triumph. Her eyes flicked to Seraphina and Nyx, who stood flushed and eager, their perky breasts heaving in the dim light

"Come," she said, her voice a soft, commanding purr, dripping with confidence.Seraphina and Nyx didn’t hesitate, climbing onto the bed with fluid grace, their naked bodies glowing under Deus’s watchful, expectant gaze.

Under Mira’s guidance, they grabbed the vial of golden oil, pouring slow, deliberate streams over their breasts and cleavage. The oil cascaded down, coating their skin in a glossy sheen, their perky mounds glistening like polished marble in the room’s faint light.