One Hundred and Thirty-Six.

Both daughters resumed and kept on raising her butt to all the way to my tip and then let go and it slid down with a weight.

Both daughters kept doing it so I called out the Cook and pulled her over my face.

I started eating her Yin Flower, her spicy nectar.

The captain's body was shaking hard, her moans getting louder every time her daughters slammed her down onto me. Her Yin Flower was gripping my dick tight and slippery, pulsing like it was trying to milk me dry.

Damn, she really can't handle it.

I smirked, watching her struggle. Her face was a mess—eyes glazed, lips parted, drool slipping down her chin. She looked completely wrecked, and we'd barely even started.

Meanwhile, the cook was grinding her wetness against my face, her thighs trembling as I lapped at her. Her nectar was spicy-sweet, addictive. I sucked harder, making her whimper.

"Y-Young Master!" she gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. "I—I'm gonna—!"