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Chapter 238: Chapter : 238 : Serica’s Sinful Ride

Serica sank down onto his still-hard cock in one long, deliberate glide.

Both of them groaned in unison as her slick, molten heat swallowed him to the root.

Serica’s violet eyes fluttered half-closed, lips parting on a filthy, satisfied moan.

”Mmmhhh... husband... finally...” she purred, voice low and dripping honey. ”Your cock feels even thicker after you’ve been inside all the others... still so hot... still so hard for your naughty wife...”

Aiden’s hands immediately found her ass—large palms cupping the generous, plush cheeks—fingers digging in just enough to make the flesh spill between them.

He gave a slow, appreciative squeeze.

Serica gasped—then laughed—low and wicked.

”Like that, husband? Like how soft your wife’s ass is for you?” She rolled her hips in a slow, filthy circle—grinding her clit against his pubic bone while his cock stirred deep inside her. ”All this fat ass... all these heavy tits... they belong to you... you can squeeze them, slap them, bite them... whatever you want... my body is your favorite toy tonight...”

Aiden’s grip tightened—lifting her slightly—then pulling her back down hard onto his length.

Serica’s head fell back—long hair cascading—a loud, happy cry tearing from her throat.

”YES—! Fuck—! Right there—! Your cockhead kissing my cervix again—! So deep—! So fucking deep—!”

She began to ride him in earnest—slow at first—lifting until only the head remained inside her—then dropping hard—taking him balls-deep with every descent.

Her massive breasts bounced wildly—slapping against her ribs—nipples tracing lewd arcs in the air.

Aiden leaned forward—mouth latching onto one dark peak—sucking hard—teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp.

Serica’s rhythm faltered—hips stuttering—pussy clenching like a fist around him.

”Ahhh—! Husband—! Sucking my tit—! So greedy—! Yes—! Bite it—! Mark it—! Make it yours—! Mmmph—! Fuck—! Your teeth feel so good—!”

He switched to the other nipple—biting down—then soothing with slow, wet swirls of his tongue—while his hands kneaded her ass—spreading her cheeks wide—fingers teasing the puckered ring of her asshole without entering.

Serica sobbed—pleasure-drunk—riding him faster—harder—wet slap of her ass against his thighs echoing through the quiet room.

”Look at me, husband...” she gasped, grabbing his face with both hands—forcing his gaze up to hers. ”Look at your dirty wife riding your cock like a whore... look how my pussy sucks you in... greedy little cunt can’t get enough... ah—! Ah—! Fuck—! Right there—! Hitting my spot—! Your perfect cock ruining my insides—!”

Aiden growled against her breast—teeth sinking in harder—then released the nipple with a wet pop.

His hands slid up—cupping the undersides of her breasts—lifting them—squeezing roughly—thumbs flicking over the swollen peaks.

”You talk so filthy,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. ”My naughty wife... always begging for more...”

Serica laughed—breathless—hips slamming down faster—pussy squelching obscenely around his shaft.

”Because I love your cock...” she moaned, leaning in to drag her tongue along his jaw. ”I love how thick it is... how it stretches me... how it fills me up until I can’t think... ah—! Fuck—! Husband—! Squeeze harder—! Make my tits hurt so good—!”

He obeyed—kneading roughly—fingers sinking deep—then pinching both nipples at once—twisting just enough to make her scream.

Serica’s back bowed—breasts thrusting forward—voice cracking on a high, shattered wail.

”YES—! PINCHING—! HURTS SO GOOD—! I’M COMING—! COMING ON YOUR COCK—! AH—! AH—! FUCK—! SQUEEZING YOU—! MILKING YOU—! GIVE IT TO ME—! FILL YOUR NAUGHTY WIFE—!”

Her pussy clamped down like a vice—spasming wildly—gushing slick heat that soaked his balls and dripped down his thighs.

Aiden thrust up to meet her—hard—prolonging the orgasm—until tears of overstimulation spilled down her cheeks.

When the tremors eased Serica collapsed forward—breasts squishing warmly against his chest—panting against his throat.

”Husband... still so hard... still so thick inside me...” she whispered, voice wrecked and loving. ”You’re not done with your dirty wife yet... are you?”

Aiden’s hands slid down to her ass again—lifting her slightly—then dropping her back down—making her cry out.

”Not even close,” he growled.

Serica moaned—happy, filthy—starting to ride again—slower this time—drawing out every inch.

”Then fuck me properly, husband...” she purred against his ear. ”Fuck your slutty wife until I can’t walk... until my pussy is swollen and leaking your cum for days... mark me... breed me... ruin me...”

Aiden flipped them in one smooth motion—pinning her beneath him—legs hooked over his shoulders—folding her in half.

Serica’s eyes rolled back—mouth falling open on a long, broken moan.

”YES—! Like this—! Deep—! Husband—! Pound me—! Use me like a toy—! Ah—! Ah—! Fuck—! So deep—! Hitting my womb—! Yes—! Breed your naughty wife—! Fill me up—!”

He slammed into her—hard—relentless—cock pistoning in and out—wet slap of flesh filling the room.

Serica’s voice rose—filthy, loving, desperate.

”HUSBAND—! FUCK—! YOUR COCK—! RUINING ME—! SO THICK—! SO HARD—! STRETCHING MY CUNT—! AH—! AH—! MORE—! HARDER—! MAKE ME SCREAM—!”

Aiden leaned down—mouth crashing against hers—kissing her filthy—tongue fucking her mouth in time with his cock fucking her pussy.

Serica moaned into it—arms wrapping around his neck—nails raking down his back—legs trembling over his shoulders.

When they broke apart she was sobbing—pleasure-drunk.

”Kiss me again—! Husband—! Kiss your dirty wife while you breed me—! Fill me—! Make my belly swell—! I want your babies—! I want to be round and full and leaking your cum forever—!”

Aiden growled—possessive—thrusting harder—deeper—cockhead battering her cervix.

”You’ll get it,” he rasped against her lips. ”Every drop. Every fucking day.”

Serica came again—screaming into his mouth—pussy spasming—milking him desperately.

”COMING—! AGAIN—! HUSBAND—! YOUR COCK—! MAKING ME COME SO WET—! AH—! AH—! FILL ME—! NOW—! PLEASE—!”

Aiden slammed deep—groaning low and primal—and erupted.

Thick, hot ropes flooded her—pulse after pulse—filling her womb until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft, dripping down her ass.

Serica wailed—happy, ecstatic—body convulsing.

”YES—! INSIDE—! SO MUCH—! YOUR CUM—! BREEDING ME—! THANK YOU—! I LOVE YOU—! I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH—!”

They stayed locked—grinding—milking every tremor—until she was limp beneath him—panting—smiling through tears.

”My perfect husband...” she whispered—voice soft now—loving. ”I’m so happy... so full... so loved...”

Aiden kissed her—slow—deep—tender.

”My filthy, perfect wife.”

She giggled weakly—already drifting.

”Stay inside... just a little longer... I want to sleep with your cock plugging me...”

He did—arms wrapping around her—holding her close.

Aiden let Serica’s sleeping body settle fully against the mattress, her limbs loose, her breathing deep and even. The thick warmth of his release still leaked slowly from between her thighs, a glistening trail that caught the moonlight like liquid silver. He brushed one last kiss across her temple—soft enough not to wake her—then straightened.

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Aiden moved.

He crawled toward Vaara with deliberate slowness, letting her feel every shift of the mattress, every inch of distance closing between them.

Vaara’s breath caught audibly. Her arms tightened around herself until her knuckles whitened.

”A-Aiden...” The word came out barely louder than a whisper, trembling at the edges. ”You... you’ve already taken so many tonight. Surely... surely you must be... tired...”

He reached her knees first—large hands settling on the silk-covered skin just above them.

Vaara jolted as though touched by lightning. A tiny, mortified sound escaped her throat.

He slid his palms upward—slow—thumbs tracing the sensitive inner line of her thighs through the gown.

”I’m not tired,” he said, voice low and dark with amusement. ”Not when I can still see how hard you’re trying not to look at me.”

Her blush exploded darker—spreading to the tips of her ears.

”I—I am looking,” she stammered, eyes fixed somewhere near his left shoulder. ”I simply... do not wish to appear... eager.”

Aiden’s lips curved.

”Eager?” He leaned closer until his breath ghosted across her throat. ”Is that what this is?”

One hand rose—fingers catching the thin strap of her nightgown—and tugged.

The silk whispered down her shoulder, baring the upper swell of one breast. The cool air kissed her skin; her nipple tightened further.

Vaara sucked in a sharp breath—arms jerking upward to cover herself—then froze when his hand intercepted hers, gently but firmly pinning both wrists to the mattress above her.

”Don’t hide,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. ”I want to see my proud Vaara blush for me.”

Her entire body shuddered. A soft, humiliated whimper slipped past her lips.

”Aiden... please... everyone is... sleeping so close...”

”And yet your nipples are so hard they’re practically tearing through what’s left of this gown.” His free hand traced the neckline—fingertip brushing the upper curve of her breast—then dipped lower, circling the aching peak without quite touching it. ”Tell me... are you wet already, Vaara? Or do I need to check?”

She turned her face sharply into the pillow—voice muffled, mortified.

”D-Don’t say such things out loud...”

He chuckled—low, dark—and finally let his thumb graze her nipple.

Vaara’s back bowed off the mattress with a strangled cry.

”Ahhn—!”

The sound was high, shocked, unbearably shy.

Aiden caught the nipple between thumb and forefinger—rolling it slowly—watching her face crumple with embarrassed pleasure.

”Look at you,” he teased, voice velvet and cruel. ”The same woman who stares down armies without flinching... falling apart because I’m touching one little nipple.”

Vaara’s thighs squeezed together so hard the muscles stood out in sharp relief.

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END OF Chapter 238 : SERICA’S SINFUL RIDE

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