Harem Multiverse Challenge

Ch 11. Secret Weakness

Head tilted back, the widow props herself on her hands, pressing her palms on my abs. She must like the feel of me— these hard muscles I now have. Women had never leaned on me like this in my original body.

Captivated by her rhythmic up and down movements, my breathing grows deep and fast, matching her every ascending and descending motion. My focus wavers between the incredibly warm feeling of her walls arousing every nerve ending on my cock and her flawless tits enticing me to feel them the more she arches her back.

Completely bewitched, I reach out, and my palms cage the two alluring mounds, the nipples hardening as I ensnare them between my knuckles.

Her cry of pleasure drives me to the edge, but right when I am about to explode inside her, she drops over my chest. Her breathing is swift and shallow, her body shuddering in a flood of sensations.

“I’m not done yet, you know,” I whisper, tucking away a strand of her hair behind her ear before seizing her hips.

With a fierce grip,