Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2195 - 516: A Mother Listens to Her Daughter’s Ecstasy 2

”Haha! Yes, Sis! You really are a major slut, arenʼt you? How does it feel? Am I fucking you good?” Wang Yue laughed triumphantly, his chest pressing down against her as he shouted the question over their wet, rhythmic slaps.

”Ah... so good... youʼre hitting... so deep! Yes, just like that! Ah... Iʼm your big slut... baby brother... my sweet husband... use that monster cock... fuck this little pussy! Kill me with it... Iʼm a whore... just a whore for my brother to use... Ah! Ah! Destroy me... oh!”

Hearing his cousinʼs depraved, mindless babbling, Wang Yue lifted his hips and redoubled his efforts, driving his thick head against her hyper-sensitive cervix with every single strike.

Cancanʼs core trembled violently under the assault. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, arching her back and tilting her pelvis as high as she could to ensure there wasnʼt a millimeter of space between them. She wanted every inch of him buried as deep as humanly possible.

”Oh... husband... oh... my big-cock brother... Ah! Iʼm dying... itʼs too much... it feels too good... youʼre taking my life away... Ah! My filial little brother... fucking me... itʼs amazing... my pussy... itʼs so sensitive... harder! Faster! Yes! Right there!”

Wang Yue was fueled by her filthy talk and the sight of her gorgeous, lust-distorted face.

But most of all, he was fueled by the knowledge that his aunt was definitely listening in the next room. His desire flared like a wildfire, his length turning into a rod of iron as he ravaged his cousin with primal ferocity.

Every thrust bottomed out, his crown grinding against her womb, forcing her inner walls to pulsate and suck at him instinctively.

”Ah... itʼs incredible... harder! Fast! Iʼm going to leak... Iʼm going to go! Yes! Yes! Mmm... I canʼt... Iʼm coming! Iʼm flying! Ah! Ah!”

Cancan had completely forgotten about the plan for her mother; the sheer physical overload made her entire body convulse. She gripped the sheets till they tore, her legs clamping onto his waist like a vice. Her pelvis bucked forward as a torrent of hot nectar sprayed from her womb, scalding the head of Wang Yueʼs cock.

The sensation of her spasming walls clinging to him was so intense it made his own vision go white.

Wang Yue let out a low growl as he hit his own peak, but even as he erupted inside her, he didnʼt stop. He kept up a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm, pumping his seed into her as he slid back and forth through the sea of her juices.

”Oh... so good... oh...” Cancan lay there, her body taut and trembling long after her climax subsided.

Wang Yue eventually pulled her limp, spent body up, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her onto his lap. He gripped her heavy, rounded cheeks, letting her long, shapely legs stretch out behind her on the mattress.

As her heavy breasts swayed enticingly in front of him, Wang Yue leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth.

The sudden spark of sensation sent a fresh wave of electricity through Cancan, and a new trail of wetness began to leak from her core.

He gripped her hips, bouncing her up and down. The wet, messy sounds of their friction—squelch, squelch—filled the quiet room, a soundtrack to their debauchery.

Cancan looked at him with half-lidded, bedroom eyes. ”You little devil... havenʼt you had enough? My poor little pussy... youʼre going to wreck it... oh...”

Despite her words, she began to grind her ass against him, her inner muscles tightening around the hard length still lodged inside her.

”Oh... ah... itʼs so big... so good... oh husband... itʼs so thick... so long... I love your cock... fuck... me...”

Before long, her fading afterglow was fanned back into a full-blown flame. She took charge, grabbing his neck and rocking her hips violently up and down, letting his weight drive him into her sensitized heat.

”Ah... my husband... my little man... oh... youʼre hitting me so deep... ah... youʼre touching my soul again... Iʼm so happy... itʼs so beautiful...”

Wang Yue sucked on her pink nipples while kneading her heavy breasts, his hips bucking upward to meet her descent with punishing force.

Cancanʼs legs were wrapped tight around his waist, her juices splashing down onto his thighs with every heavy impact.

”Ah... it feels so good... mmm... baby brother... sweet husband... lie back and rest... ah... let me do the work... let my pussy... fuck you... okay? Oh...”

”I like the sound of that. My sister really is a world-class slut. Go ahead, use that pussy to fuck your brotherʼs cock. Come on...”

Wang Yue lay back on the bed, his length pointing straight up like a spear. Cancan straddled him, her knees tucked as she began to gyrate her snow-white ass. She used her drenched pussy to clamp down on him, alternating between long, slow grinds and rapid-fire vertical bounces.

”Ah... Sis... your pussy is so tight... youʼre squeezing me so good... oh... yes... go harder... you little slut...” Wang Yue moaned, basking in the raw carnality of his cousinʼs movements.

”Ah... today... your sister... is going to die... of pleasure! Oh, you little brat... my sweet brother... youʼre the death of me... mmm... so thick... so long... my brother-husband... your cock... itʼs making me lose my mind... it feels so good inside me!”

Commanding the rhythm now, Cancanʼs long black hair whipped around her face as she hammered herself down onto him. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly, a sight that made Wang Yueʼs head spin.

”Ah... I love you... I love you so much... my sweet boy... my big-cock husband... ah! Youʼre killing me... Iʼm going to die in your arms... just fuck me to death... I donʼt care about anything else!”

She grew more frantic by the second, shifting from vertical bounces to a grinding, circular motion that mashed his crown against her cervix before resuming the rapid-fire thrusting.

”Oh... Sis... the way youʼre taking it... it feels incredible... youʼre not just my cousin... youʼre my perfect wife... my little nympho...”

Lost in a haze of physical bliss, Cancan looked down, watching his thick length vanish into her and reappear, her hips working overtime to milk him for everything he was worth.

Wang Yue coordinated with her, thrusting his hips upward in time with her downward strikes.

”Ah! My husband... youʼre hitting the spot! Iʼm going... Iʼm going to die again! Ah! Itʼs too much... baby brother... yes! Harder! Faster! Right there! Ah!”

The sheer friction was so intense that Cancan threw her head back, her hands reaching behind her to brace herself against the bed. Her breasts pointed toward the ceiling as she writhed, her voice a constant stream of incoherent cries.

Wang Yue sat up slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her steady as he accelerated his thrusts, his heavy artillery slamming into her tight, sensitive heat with relentless speed.