Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2183 - 504: My Aggressive Cousin 4

Wang Yue gripped Cancanʼs pale shoulders, his hips a blur of motion as he drove his cock in and out of her soaking wet slit with everything he had.

It was raw, meat-on-meat friction; every deep thrust slammed his head against her pulsing cervix while his balls thudded rhythmically against her pink lips.

Unable to handle the sheer, electric ache of her cervix being hammered, Cancan skillfully hoisted her legs even higher, hooking them tight around Wang Yueʼs waist. The move thrust her gorgeous little pussy forward, making it even tighter for him.

She locked her arms around his back, her body twisting and her heavy ass bucking upward to meet every lunge, desperate to swallow his length.

Her hips churned like a windmill, and her legs kicked out across the sheets in a trance of pure pleasure.

Wang Yue pulled her flush against him, his rod punishing her canal as her walls clamped and released in a frantic rhythm.

A flood of juices had slicked the entire passage, making every thrust slide like glass, yet the friction of skin on skin was so intense it was driving him toward the edge.

Cancan was being absolutely wrecked by his massive, high-performance cock. Her watery eyes were half-lidded, her hair was a tangled mess across the pillows, and her face was flushed a deep, beautiful red as her head thrashed from side to side.

She was a swirling mess of limbs and moans, her soft ass rotating and bucking as she wailed, ”Mmm... baby... oh god... youʼre so good at this... youʼre fucking me so good... I can feel it in my bones... ah... itʼs so good... keep going... fuck me... keep fucking me!”

She screamed her lungs out, her body twisting to meet him, her firm ass shaking with every ”squelch” and ”pop” of his entry.

The sound of wet friction mixed with her crazed, slutty screams sent Wang Yueʼs blood to a boil. He pulled back his hands, kneeling upright on the bed, and grabbed her full ass, hoisting her up so her dripping slit was presented perfectly for the slaughter.

With two fingers, he ruthlessly pried her wet, pink lips apart. He kept up the brutal pace, staring down to watch the incredible, filthy sight of her bright red flesh being forced inward and then dragged back out, over and over, as his cock worked her. It was pure, unadulterated smut.

The place where they joined was a total wreck, soaked in a mess of juices. Her insides were a glowing red furnace, the ribbed walls gripping him like a vice. Her plump labia were being pulled inside-out with every stroke, tangling with his pubic hair in a messy, wet blur.

In and out, her entrance opening and closing, her muscles squeezing and relaxing, a constant stream of honey flowing out. Wang Yueʼs thick rod was literally glistening, coated in her slickness; every time he pulled out, a fresh trail of juice followed the head.

The sensation was so overwhelming that Cancanʼs whole body broke into tremors. She bucked against him, her mouth a constant stream of filth.

”Oh... god... this feeling... itʼs so beautiful... oh... itʼs so good... Iʼm gonna die... ah... baby... faster... please... mmm... oh...!”

Wang Yue hammered into her small, slutty hole with everything he had, and Cancan met him with a wild, desperate rhythm.

The mixture of sweat and juices soaked a huge patch of the sheets, and the sound of the friction—squelch, pop, squelch—combined with the rhythmic creak-creak of the mattress springs to create a literal ”symphony of sex.”

Seeing her in such a state of depraved bliss, Wang Yue leaned into his ”alpha” role. He threw her legs over his shoulders, tilting her ass up high so her pussy was even tighter and more exposed.

He looked like he was doing high-speed pushups, his hips pumping like a piston as he jack-hammered her. Her tender flesh was being churned by his entry, making a wet, slopping sound with every strike.

Cancan was ecstatic, her passion reaching a fever pitch. she clung to him, her crotch bucking upward to meet every lunge. Her hips spun like a high-speed wheel as she gasped and hummed, her face a mask of pure, intoxicating lust.

Wang Yue pinned her white breasts down with his hands, his hips never stopping as he aimed every single strike directly at the back of her throat.

Under his relentless assault, her pussy had become a perfect, well-oiled machine. Every time his head mashed against her cervix, a fresh wave of numbness and pleasure sent a new flood of juices overflowing, soaking her ass and the bed beneath her.

”Ah... oh... ahhh... baby... so good... so... so intense... oh god... ah... ah... faster... just a little faster... fuck me to death... ahhh... it feels so good... youʼre wrecking me... ah... donʼt stop... harder... break me... fuck my slutty pussy until it explodes... oh... oh... oh... ah...!”

She screamed at the top of her lungs, shivering uncontrollably, her pelvis thrusting higher and higher into the air as she gasped for breath.

Hearing her lose it like that only made him go faster. He was determined to send her over the moon. He varied his strokes—shallow, deep, swirling, and straight-on—drilling into her until she didnʼt know which way was up.

Suddenly, her body stiffened. She clamped her arms and legs around him with a death grip, her teeth gritted so hard they practically rattled. She bucked her hips, kissed him frantically, and let out a series of wild, incoherent screams.

Every pore in her body seemed to fly open as her cervix went into a violent spasm.

A massive, high-pressure jet of cream erupted from deep inside her, a literal flood that soaked the bed even further.

She slumped back, moaning weakly, her long hair fanned out in a mess. Her head rolled from side to side, looking completely spent and beautifully wrecked.

But Wang Yue wasnʼt done with her. He hiked her legs back over his shoulders, aimed his rod, and—squelch—buried it to the root again. Then—pop—he pulled it all the way out.

Squelch, pop. Squelch, pop. The heavy rhythm started again.

He watched the way her pussy meat turned inside-out when he pulled back, and how it all got stuffed back inside when he lunged forward. The sight of it was so erotic it just fueled his fire, making him pump even faster.

Having just climaxed twice, she was hypersensitive. The increased speed of his thrusts against her flooded walls created a loud, wet slapping sound that echoed in the room.

Cancan was losing her soul to the pleasure. ”Baby, my sweet baby, youʼre fucking me so good!” she wailed. ”Youʼre the best... youʼre my real husband... my real baby... itʼs too much... oh! Itʼs too beautiful!”

”Iʼm flying... Iʼm literally flying...!”

”Baby... hit it hard... ah... mmm... Iʼm... Iʼm gonna... go again... oh...!”

Wang Yue felt her boiling-hot nectar wash over the head of his dick, and it felt like heaven.

As her release finished, he lowered her legs and laid over her, sealing her lips with a kiss while his right hand found her breasts.

”Mmm... so soft... so full...” he groaned, savoring the feel of her.

His cock was still plugging her tight, and their mouths were locked. Cancan stuck her tongue out to meet his, her internal muscles pulsing around his shaft in a rhythmic greeting.

Since theyʼd both already gone twice, this third round was even more savage. The fire was burning hotter than ever.

Wang Yue was faster, stronger, and more relentless; Cancan was a mess of humming and screaming, caught in a loop of pure bliss.

Suddenly, she let out a piercing shriek, ”Ah! Itʼs so good... too good! Iʼm dying, baby... youʼre a god! Fuck me... fuck right through my pussy, I donʼt care! Iʼm so happy... seriously... this is too much!”

She was like a wild tigress, her soul reaching the stratosphere as she hit another peak. Wang Yue took the opening to attack. He used every trick he had—hard, fast, and brutal—hammering her until juices were flying everywhere.

A moment later, she was screaming again. ”Oh god... you devil... baby... youʼre so good... youʼre... youʼre destroying me... I love it... youʼre so good at this... Iʼm losing my mind... itʼs too beautiful...!”

She twisted her waist and thrust her chest out, her pale, round ass swaying and bucking to serve him. Wang Yue gave her everything he had, every ounce of stamina and skill.

She was a total slut for him now, bucking her ass as if she wanted to swallow his entire pelvis. Her juices wouldnʼt stop flowing, and her screams were constant. ”Oh... baby... my sweet baby... it feels so good... ahhh... youʼre killing me...!”

”Baby... mmm... oh... I love you... I want you to fuck me forever... Iʼm never letting you go...”

”Ah... mmm... my pussy... it feels so good... oh god... itʼs too much... Iʼm... Iʼm so good...!”

”Harder... use everything... oh... oh... so good... Cancan is dying for you... fuck me harder... wreck me... break my slutty pussy apart... oh... oh... oh...!”

Her lips worked in a rhythmic swallow, trying to meet every move he made. Her hands clawed at his chest and back, the scratching only driving him to fuck her faster and more ruthlessly.

”You slutty sister... Iʼm... oh... Iʼm gonna fuck the life out of you...”

”Yes... fuck me... ah... Iʼm dying... oh...!” she shrieked one last time, hitting a massive climax.

”Ah... baby... youʼre too much... youʼre actually gonna kill me!”

As she finished, her arms and legs fell limp, dropping onto the bed. She was completely paralyzed, splayed out in a ”star” shape, gasping for air with her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to recover.