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Will be published at 2026-09-19 01:07:38
My wife's plump, soft breasts pressed tightly against my chest as she kissed me passionately, her hot, wet breath making my heart race. I responded eagerly, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her firmly against me.
“After tonight, I’ll have to pay to sleep with you again!” my wife gasped, pulling away from the kiss, her voice hoarse and seductive. She gazed at me with sultry eyes, slowly slipping off the straps of her nightdress to reveal her proud, massive breasts. Her slightly darkened nipples trembled faintly in the air, exuding a raw, authentic allure.
My throat tightened as a surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen. I reached out to grasp one heavy breast, kneading it gently. She let out a coquettish moan: “Mmm… lighter, ah…”
Her voice was exaggerated and wanton, as if the woman straddling me was truly a professionally trained prostitute. I tried to flip her over and pin her beneath me, but she pushed me back and straddled me again. She pressed her wet, thick labia against my cock and began grinding back and forth with her hips.
I spread her legs, trying to thrust inside, but she refused again.
“Mmm~ no!” She looked into my eyes with those seductive eyes and slowly slid her body downward.
Her hot, wet red lips trailed down my neck. When her slick little tongue licked my nipple, every inch of my skin felt ignited by her. Regular massage parlor regulars would be familiar with this move. My usually impatient wife rarely teased me like this before, but she was surprisingly skilled at it.
She didn’t forget to glance up and throw me a seductive look, saying in a cutesy voice: “Bro~ Bro~, how’s my service?” Without waiting for a reply, she lowered her head again, her soft little mouth trailing down my abdomen to envelop my erect cock. The hot, wet sensation made me gasp, sending shivers down my spine. She expertly teased with her tongue tip, sliding up and down, sometimes sucking lightly, sometimes taking me deep. I held her head, afraid I’d come right then: “Fuck, that feels so fucking good…”
My wife lifted her head, licked her lips, her eyes full of temptation: “Bro~ Bro~, let’s fuck.” She rose and straddled me again, taking my throbbing cock fully into her wet, hot vagina. The tight, enveloping sensation nearly made me lose control, and a low growl escaped my throat: “You slut, so much juice!…”
My wife smiled seductively, hands on my chest, and began twisting her hips. The rhythm started slow then quickened, her voluptuous body rising and falling, her massive breasts swaying in an enticing wave. She moaned continuously, her voice sweet enough to drip honey: “Brother, does my slutty pussy feel good? Remember to come find me next time…”
I couldn’t stay passive any longer. Gripping her waist, I thrust upward to match her rhythm. The sound of our bodies colliding grew louder and louder. Sweat mingled on our skin, and the air was thick with intense desire.
Her long hair fell messily over her shoulders. As our movements grew more intense, she let out uncontrollable moans: “Ah… hubby, it’s so deep… I can’t take it anymore…” Her voice was like an aphrodisiac, driving me wild. I pressed down hard on her hips, pulling her even tighter, pushing speed and force to the limit. The bedroom echoed with heavy breathing and the sounds of our entwined bodies. Time seemed to stand still, with only our heat and pleasure climbing endlessly.
Finally, in a violent shudder, we climaxed together. She screamed and collapsed on top of me, drenched in sweat, her breasts heaving, her face flushed with satisfaction. I held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body, my heartbeat still racing. I whispered in her ear: “Wife, I love you!” My wife looked up, biting her finger and saying in a cutesy voice: “You came so much, brother…”