6kv Chapter 495 - Your Husband’s Watching
Chapter 495 - Your Husband’s Watching
Tianlong enjoyed her untinted, pure pussy—the way it clenched and fluttered around him like it had never known true pleasure, the way her walls rippled and sucked him deeper despite her protests.
He pulled out slowly, the wet ’schlick’ of her juices coating his shaft, then slammed back in with a powerful ’PAP!’
Her skirt tore further, a ragged hole forming right at her crotch.
Through that hole his cock plunged within her pussy again and again.
Each drag out made her thighs quiver, each plunge lifted her up onto her toes, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, milk droplets flying from her stiff nipples.
While in the standing position, he chuckled, leaned down and groped her boob, lifting it up and started pushing her against the tree.
He lifted up one thigh, hooking it over his arm, spreading her open wider.
Now he was fucking her deep while also sucking her boob at the same time, milk leaking freely onto his tongue as her boob jiggled with every thrust.
’Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!’
The whole forest—or that secluded area near the festival—filled with her moans as she cried out, "Oh it hurts... please, sir... wait... ah—! Ahhn~!"
Her body was a live wire. Every slam of his hips sent her fertile hips jiggling, her soft belly rippling, her milk-heavy breasts slapping against her chest and his face. ’Squelch-squelch-squelch!’ The obscene sound of her gushing pussy echoed with every withdrawal, her juices running down her thighs in clear rivulets, soaking the torn fabric of her skirt and the grass beneath them.
Inside her mind, thoughts swirled like a storm. ’He’s too big... it feels like he’s splitting me apart... but why does it feel so good? My husband never... never made me feel like this... I’m just a mortal woman, a mother... yet this cultivator is turning me into something else... I can’t stop moaning... my body wants more...’
He switched positions fluidly, never letting her catch her breath. He lowered her leg but kept her pinned to the tree, now facing him fully. He lifted both her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist, and drove upward into her with even more force.
Her back scraped gently against the bark, her arms clinging to his broad shoulders as her body bounced on his cock.
’Plap-plap-plap-plap!’
"Sir... it’s too deep... ahhhnn~! I feel it in my belly... please... slower..." Her voice was broken, tear-streaked, but her hips rolled instinctively to meet him, her pussy gushing again in a second powerful orgasm. Her walls spasmed hard around his thick shaft, milking him, her milk squirting in thin streams from both nipples as her breasts jiggled violently.
He drank from her, sucking one nipple then the other, groaning in pleasure at the sweet taste while his hips never stopped their punishing rhythm. The distant festival music and laughter only heightened the taboo—here she was, a respectable village wife, being claimed like a whore by a god-like stranger, her pure body addicted already to the stretch and the heat.
He pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the emptiness. "No... don’t stop... I..." She caught herself, blushing furiously at her own words, but he spun her around again, this time pressing her forward into a half-bent position, hands braced on the rough tree trunk, ass presented high. Her torn skirt hung in tatters around her waist, the hole at her crotch now wide enough for his entire cock to plunge through without resistance.
He gripped her hips and slammed back in, harder than before.
’THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!’
Her moans turned into continuous, muffled cries as she bit her lip, trying not to scream loud enough for the festival to hear. "Mmmph~! Haaah... haaah... it hurts but... but it feels so full... ahhn—!!"
Her third orgasm crashed over her within minutes, her pussy gushing so hard it sprayed against his balls, the wet ’squelch-squelch’ turning into a messy ’splurt-splurt’ with every deep thrust. Her tongue lolled out slightly, eyes half-rolled, body trembling uncontrollably as he fucked her through it, never slowing.
Tianlong’s hands roamed—groping her jiggling ass, pinching her clit again to make her twitch, reaching around to knead and milk her leaking breasts until they were slick and shiny. "That’s it... let go. Your body was made for this. Feel how perfectly you take me... how your little pussy sucks me in like it never wants me to leave."
She could only sob and moan, her internal thoughts dissolving further. ’I’m addicted... I know it... every thrust is rewriting me... my husband’s touch was nothing... this man is a god... I need him... I’ll do anything for more of this pleasure...’
He fucked her like that for what felt like an eternity—long, powerful strokes that lifted her feet off the ground with every impact, her heavy breasts swinging pendulously beneath her, milk dripping steadily onto the grass. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh mixed with her broken, innocent cries: "Please... sir... I’m going to... again... ahhhnn~!!"
Her fourth climax hit even harder, her entire body locking up, thighs quivering, pussy clenching so tightly around his cock that he groaned in pleasure. Her tongue hung fully out now, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she panted like an animal in heat, eyes glazed, mind blank except for the overwhelming need for him.
He leaned over her half-bent form, chest pressed to her back, one hand still mauling her breast while the other held her hip steady. His thrusts became shorter, deeper, grinding against her cervix with every plunge.
’Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap!’
The forest rang with the wet, filthy symphony—her gushing pussy, the constant slap of his heavy balls against her clit, her muffled sobs and moans blending into one endless, desperate melody.
She came a fifth time, harder than all the rest, her voice cracking into a high, keening wail that she tried to bury against her own arm. "ANGHH—! Too much... it’s too much... but don’t stop... please don’t stop...!"
Her body was utterly ruined for anyone else—pussy swollen and gaping slightly around his still-thrusting cock, milk flowing freely, thighs glistening with her own arousal, tongue out, eyes crossed in bliss.
The mortal MILF who had only known the most ordinary of marital duties was now completely, irreversibly addicted to this cultivator god.
Tianlong slowed just enough to lean in and whisper against her ear as he sensed a presence,"Your husband is watching us."
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