Being while talking to her husband on the phone.
1425 Words
“Tell me, who f***s you better, me or your husband?”
What kind of question is this?” Mia glared at him with resentment.
He smirked, teasing her, “Now people are being f****d on their own bed and still don’t allow such questions?”
John didn’t know which nerve he had touched, he leaned down and bit her red bean. Mia trembled in pain, weakly pounding his back with her fists, accusing loudly, “John, are you crazy?”
“Do you want to tell me?” He raised his head, meeting her tear-stained face. Feeling guilty, he gently licked her erect red bean, causing her to tremble all over.
She relaxed a bit, and John felt relieved too.
He wanted to please her, to make her more comfortable.
So he began to gently linger on her chest, teasing the proud peaks with his agile tongue, lips puckering and rubbing gently.
Mia couldn’t bear the unbearable moans, inserting her index finger into his hair, exerting some force.
While he was busy above, he deliberately paused below.
Mia thought he was just a little distracted and would resume soon, but after waiting for a long time, she had already softened into a puddle, and he still only had eyes for her chest.
“Mia…” she called him.
When he asked what was wrong, she refused to say anything, twisting her waist to remind him to move.
“Do you want it?”
Mia responded vaguely.
John compromised, no longer forcing her to compare him with her husband, just wanting to hear her evaluation.
“Does it feel good?” he repeated the question and gave her a reward by slowly pulling out and relaxing.
After the withdrawal, a sense of emptiness invaded Mia’s mind again. She turned her head, letting her hair cover her flushed face.
“Hmm? Does it feel good? If you don’t say, I won’t f**k you anymore,” he said, actually starting to pull out.
Panicked, Mia sat up, her eyes filled with longing for him.
To prevent John from retreating halfway, Mia nodded slightly.
John was not satisfied. “Speak!”
Mia mumbled that she had forgotten.
“You little vixen, if you forget, I’ll let you remember again.” With that, he suddenly started thrusting hard, lifting Mia’s legs and bending them upwards.
There was a banging sound from below.
A new wave of pleasure hit, and Mia’s voice intermittently burst out.
“Does it feel good?”
“… Mm … feels … good …”
John was satisfied this time, thrusting vigorously, feeling more pleasure in his heart and body. If he had known this would make her speak, he wouldn’t have wasted so much effort.
Feeling that they were both close to climax, John suddenly accelerated his speed, ignoring Mia’s pleading cries, and closed his eyes, crazily thrusting into her.
“Don’t c*m inside…”
John’s breath slowed as he spoke, and his meat stick began to twitch inside her, causing Mia to realize that he had ejaculated inside her.
She cried out loudly.
As soon as she cried, John panicked, pulling out fiercely from the enchanting cave. Her tight flesh clung tightly, sucking him in fiercely. When he came out, there was a “pop” sound, which was incredibly satisfying.
“What’s wrong, don’t cry.” He hurriedly went to comfort her, kissing and wiping away her tears.
Mia pushed him away and sat up, “How could you c*m inside me? What if I get pregnant!”
John slapped his forehead, saying, “I’m sorry, I forgot in the heat of the moment. Should I get it out for you?”
Mia didn’t know what to do, so she let him handle it.
He got off the bed and squatted between her legs.
“Why is your little mouth closed again?” he muttered, reaching out a finger to scoop up the white semen oozing out of her hole. The petals trembled, sucking and contracting, looking extremely cute.
Almost mesmerized, John got down to business, inserting his finger inside.
After the whole finger went in, he slowly pulled it out.
Mia supported herself with her arms, her tender p***y particularly sensitive after the climax. She grabbed onto the bedsheets, slightly tilting her head back.
Repeatedly, semen gushed out.
John felt that Mia’s swollen p***y, swollen from being f****d, looked alluringly red. He got up, flipped his wrist, and groped for a moment before thrusting his hard meat stick back in.
“John… you bastard!” Mia cried out, her p***y congested and swollen, unable to withstand another round of assault.
She was still supporting herself, when suddenly her waist was embraced, causing her to lean forward and face John.
He roughly nibbled on her bloodied cheeks, then lifted her up.
His narrow hips thrust vigorously forward, his lips brushing against her earlobes, grinding against the round earlobes. “Shall we go to the bathroom?”
Although it sounded like a question, John took the initiative to lift his legs and walk towards the bathroom.
Mia felt helpless. She had no strength left in her body, not even enough to cling to his neck. Yet he refused to let her go.
Before long, the glass was reflecting a pair of bouncing breasts, squeezed and deformed in the misty steam.
“Uh… Ah…”
John pressed against her back, grabbing onto the anti-slip rail on the door for leverage.
“Be good, open your legs a bit more…” Her legs were almost closed, nearly suffocating him.
John took a deep breath, reached down to adjust her legs, then lowered his center of gravity, leaned forward, and rubbed against her tightly.
Mia hated how he always teased her like this. If he wanted to do it, just do it straightforwardly and make them climax together. She was stuck in between, unable to go up or down, while he slowed down again.
Mia’s handprint slipped on the glass door. She turned her head to look at John behind her, wanting to scold him but afraid he would torture her in various ways. If he asked her again who felt better, him or her husband, she definitely couldn’t answer. She had seen through this man. He wouldn’t stop until he achieved his goal. Who knows how many dirty tricks he had up his sleeve.
“John, I can’t stand anymore…”
The hot water sprayed on her face, making it hard for her to open her eyes. She could only blink desperately to remove the water droplets. She couldn’t even see John’s face clearly.
Taking advantage of this, his hand slid down from her abdomen, into her groove, and accurately found the little nub in front. With a gentle twist, Mia screamed.
John’s hand speed was astonishing, massaging and kneading. Mia’s knees were bent, her waist trembling, “Stop touching me, John, please…”
Mia couldn’t help but climax in his hands.
He showed her his hand covered in lustful fluids and even rubbed it.
“Baby, why do you have more water than the shower?”
Mia was still immersed in the afterglow of climax, her legs trembling like a sieve, leaning against him for support.
Her buttocks naturally sat back, which was exactly what John wanted.
John vigorously stirred the hard rod that remained in her body, stimulating her to jump forward repeatedly.
Just as he was about to exert force, a sharp ringing sound came from outside, causing Mia’s body to stiffen instantly.
She hurriedly pushed him away, grabbed a dry towel, and ran out to answer the phone.
John followed her.
As she walked to the bedside, the ringing came from the landline.
Mia glanced down, her waist tightening instinctively, and looked at John with an apologetic expression, silently warning him not to make a move.
John lazily hugged her, resting his chin on her shoulder, and clasping her waist tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe. She pushed him away with all her strength, still needing to deal with Daniel. She could only warn him not to make a sound.
She adjusted her tone, “Hello?”
Daniel, standing in front of a convenience store with his luggage, sounded indulgent, “Wife, where did you go? I called your phone and no one answered.”
Mia’s waist tightened, instinctively covering the receiver and looking at John with a helpless expression, silently warning him not to make a move.
John… He actually… He actually untied the towel and entered again!
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