[Taking My Wife to Another World] (Parts 3-4)

After touring the camp, I discovered that my squad was quite an elite one. Although there were only a dozen or so
members, each one was a knight with bloodline power, and their training equipment was exceptionally sophisticated. No
wonder my father trusted me enough to send me here. In a squad like this, unless you're used as cannon fodder on the front lines,
it's practically impossible to die.
The enthusiastic Jessica showed me around the camp and said that although she hadn't been very prepared for my sudden arrival
, a small welcome party was definitely in order. I was slightly touched; this red-haired girl
was actually quite nice.
"Alright, you can wander around for a bit. I'll go tell the kitchen." Jessica patted my shoulder and hurried
off. Along the way, she patted the squad members on the shoulder, "A welcome party! To celebrate our new little guy,
we're going to have a lively welcome party."
"Oh, a welcome party!" The squad members all showed excited expressions.
Is this a squad tradition? Why are they so excited about a newcomer? I was a little confused. That evening, I
understood. In a tent used as a mess hall, Jessica had brought in several barrels of liquor.
"Tonight, we're all drinking until we drop!" Jessica announced with great fanfare.
"Awooo, long live the vice-captain!"
"Haha, great!" The squad members roared and howled.
"Of course, this is to welcome our new member. Duncan!" Finally, Jessica emphasized, "This is
to help him integrate better into the team."
The guy sitting next to me immediately put his arm around my shoulder, looking very affectionate. The others clapped and whistled
; the atmosphere was incredibly lively. What a lousy welcome party, just an excuse to drink. No wonder these squad members 　　were so excited when
they first heard about the welcome party; the new recruits and all that, probably weren't the point. 　　 A bunch of drunkards, I muttered to myself. And Jessica seemed to be the leader, quite uninhibited; 　　getting into her bed probably wouldn't be too difficult. I'd never been with a woman in the military before, and I was quite 　　sexually interested in Jessica. 　　 At that moment, Captain Elune walked in, her expression as calm as ever. She 　　merely frowned slightly at the chaotic scene in the kitchen. 　　 "Captain, you're here! We were just about to throw a welcome party for Duncan," Jessica greeted her casually 　　. 　　 "Want some drinks? Sure," Elune said indifferently. The squad members immediately cheered and high-fived each other 　　, seemingly completely relieved and ready for a good drink. 　　 "However," Elune's tone shifted, her voice turning cold, "Tomorrow morning's training will proceed as scheduled. I will personally 　　oversee it. If anyone is late, I won't mind waking them up." 　　 The squad members exchanged glances, the atmosphere noticeably cooling. Jessica looked particularly dejected; it seemed 　　Elune was highly respected within the squad. Although the squad members were somewhat disheartened, they harbored 　　no resentment towards their commander. These were, after all, bloodline knights honed by battle; if their commander's 　　performance was mediocre, they would certainly feel some resentment. 　　 Elune smiled slightly. "It's not like you're not allowed to drink. We're about to go to war, 　　and the newcomer Duncan doesn't have time to get to know you all. Drinking is indeed a good way to do it." She raised her glass. 　　 "Ermisrulvrmeuis (Lasian, roughly meaning to drink happily 　　)!" 　　 "Ermisrulvrmeuis!" 　　 Everyone raised their glasses, and the atmosphere became lively again. Jessica was especially lively, clinking 　　glasses with everyone. Seeing everyone in such a good mood, as the nominal protagonist, I couldn't be too aloof. 　　I clinked glasses with the person next to me and casually started a conversation. 　　 "Is it terrifying for Captain Elune to wake people up? You all look so scared." 　　 "Terrifying? It's more than terrifying!" the middle-aged man next to me exclaimed. "It's absolutely inhumane! You don't 　　know Captain Elune's bloodline power can be imbued with icy aura. There was this unlucky guy who got drunk and 　　couldn't get up, and the captain just grabbed him like that." He made a "grab" gesture with his hand. 　　 "Right on his manhood..." the middle-aged man emphasized, shivering as he spoke, probably remembering the guy 　　's miserable state. "Luckily, he was rescued in time, it didn't fall off, but he needed five months to recover." 　　 "Oh, you don't know what it looks like." The middle-aged man took a swig of his drink, pondering what words to use to describe his 　　frozen manhood. 　　 I felt a chill run down my spine. What a fierce young woman. 　　 After a few drinks, everyone became more familiar with each other. I knew this middle-aged man was called Percy, and he was quite a boisterous 　　fellow, exuding a mature air about him. He could easily spout off risqué jokes, 　　making him a popular character in the team. 　　 "Percy," I asked curiously, "what kind of bloodline power do you have?" 　　 "Nothing much," Percy replied. "Like most people, my bloodline power isn't very obvious. I 　　mainly cultivate battle aura, and bloodline power is just a supplement." 　　 "Oh," I nodded. The knights of Lasia, possessing bloodline power, 　　naturally have a significant advantage over warriors of the same level. And if they possess both powerful bloodline power and diligently cultivate battle aura, 　　their advantage against the Ruhr Alliance warriors, who only possess battle aura, is even more pronounced. So even though Lasia's magical power is almost zero, 　　their warrior strength far surpasses that of the Ruhr Alliance, allowing them to hold their own on the battlefield. 　　 "Duncan, what about you?" Percy asked. 　　 "Me?" I smiled slightly, "Those who know me call me 'Cannon Duncan.'" 　　 "Oh?" Percy looked surprised, then 　　gave a rather sly grin. "How big?" He gestured, "Is it this big?" 　　 "Ahem." I was slightly embarrassed. "What are you thinking? I can fire a laser beam, 　　about as powerful as a magic cannon, that's why they call me that." 　　 "I see, I'd like to see it," Percy said. 　　 "No, maybe not. You'll have to pay for anything you break here." Then I emphasized, "Actually, 　　your initial understanding wasn't wrong."

"Hehe, then we can have a go sometime."
Percy and I exchanged a glance and chuckled mischievously.
"What do you mean, 'I understand correctly'?" A voice sounded from behind, startling me.
"Captain." Percy immediately stopped laughing and greeted us seriously.
It was Elune. She looked at the two of us but didn't ask
any questions. She told me to be on time for training tomorrow, and that the army has to be disciplined, and so on. Seeing us nodding like chickens pecking at rice, Elune didn't
say anything and turned to leave.
Elune hadn't changed out of her uniform today; she was still wearing it. I took the opportunity to admire
her rounded buttocks under the thin fabric, which, combined with her slender waist, made me feel a little dizzy even while walking normally
. If only I could touch them.
"They're really nice." I commented approvingly.
"Yeah, yeah." Percy didn't seem to care much, his tone somewhat perfunctory.
"What, you don't like it?"
"No, not at all." Percy looked distressed. "The captain is a perfect woman, but we all respect
her so much that sometimes we can't even bring ourselves to have any impure thoughts."
I gazed at her beautiful back, lost in thought. I wanted her even more.
"Could it be that staying in the army for too long causes intermittent impotence?" Percy was still muttering to himself.
While the group continued their commotion, I made an excuse and slipped out, intending to go directly to Elune and express my love
. In the land of love, a direct approach might yield good results.
I found Elune's quarters and coughed lightly outside. "Elune, it's me."
"Please come in."
Entering the tent, in the dim candlelight, Elune sat cross-legged on the bed, her military trousers stretched even tighter,
revealing her long, beautiful legs. Looks like she's training; she's really putting in the effort.
"May I? Beautiful Elune, you're
surrounded by the love of the red-haired lady, 'the goddess of love with red hair.' We're both frank people, not good at hiding our feelings." As I spoke, my eyes remained fixed
on Elune's long, beautiful legs, and the shape of her thighs, barely visible beneath her tight military trousers.
In other places, this might seem lecherous, but in the land that worships the goddess of love, it's perfectly normal.
"I'm sorry," Elune said softly, "you haven't moved my love yet."
"You don't understand me. Perhaps you'll fall in love with me after we get to know each other." I wasn't going to give up. "
Maybe," Elune said. "Now I need to rest. Please leave."
Sigh, although a little unwilling, in the land of the goddess of love, girls have the right to refuse, and rape
is a grave sin, considered blasphemy against the goddess of love. I didn't want to break the rules, so I gave Elune's
long, beautiful legs one last, reluctant look before turning and leaving.
I wasn't going to give up yet, but there's plenty of time. I'll take it slow.
Over the next few days of training, Percy acted as if we were old friends, giving me a lot of pointers. Elune,
in her training armor, looked quite dashing. Some units had already set off, but our
elite squad hadn't received orders yet, though we should depart in two days, as is customary. So, Elune
gave us half a day off, allowing us to go home and visit relatives—
a privilege usually reserved for elite squads.
I planned to use this opportunity to see my dear mother and say goodbye to my lovely wife.
Coming from the south, I arrived at my wife's backyard. Her house was quite large, and it would take a
while to get around, but since we knew it so well, I simply climbed over the wall.
As I nimbly scaled the wall and walked through the bamboo grove, some sounds caught my attention.
"Alright, no one's here," my wife's voice came from the other side. Curious, I quietly approached
to see what was going on. A premonition filled me with excitement, and I carefully found a good
angle to see that the two people in the bamboo grove were my wife and Jay.
My wife wore a snow-white dress, its slender waist trimmed with blue patterns. The sleeves were loose, creating pleats, and
the skirt was neither too long nor too short, revealing her long, beautiful legs encased in white lace stockings and crystal-like high
heels. Her elegant purity was tinged with a touch of cuteness.
"I just wanted to ask about Duncan. Why did you choose a secluded place?" my wife complained.
I was relieved; my wife was still worried about me. However, a lone man and woman in a secluded place
couldn't just be talking about life and ideals. My wife knew this, but she pretended not to
. Was this the reserve of a married woman? I quite liked her like this, the so-called reserve of a married woman.
"This is naturally a little inconvenient," Jay said with a smile.
Inconvenient my foot! Anyone could find out this; it wasn't a secret. But Jay
knew that if he kept going on about this, he wouldn't get anything done today.
Jay gently pulled my wife into his arms and planted a deep kiss on her cherry lips. The wife made soft
moans, clearly wanting to say something, but Jay's sudden attack reduced her words to moans.
She seemed to resist, pushing against Jay's chest with both hands. Jay had one arm around her slender waist; their
strength was incomparable, and the wife clung tightly to him, her full breasts distorted by the pressure.
Jay's other hand moved down, slipping under her skirt and groping her buttocks from bottom to top. From the outside
, this hand, with its caresses and pinches, was extremely provocative.
Soon, the wife softened, no longer resisting, closing her eyes and passionately kissing Jay. As Jay's
hand continued its vigorous work on her buttocks, the wife also became aroused. Her hands slowly changed from pushing to wrapping
around Jay's neck, her buttocks swaying gently with his touch, while her long, beautiful legs pressed tightly together,
rubbing lightly.
The scene instantly transformed from forced rape into seduction. I was watching from the sidelines, feeling uneasy, but
my penis was already hard.
"Wait a minute," my wife said coquettishly, pulling away from Jay's mouth. "Let's talk about Duncan first.
How is he doing now?" Her tone was more like she was flirting with a lover.
"Young Master is fine. Master arranged for him to join an elite squad, a place teeming with hidden talents, especially
the captain. His fighting spirit is infused with icy coldness; he's slain countless knights of Ruhr," Jay said, his hands
still lingering on his wife's shapely buttocks.
"Then he'll be alright, right?" his wife asked, enduring Jay's teasing.
"He'll definitely be alright, and besides, there are others in that squad..." Jay's tone shifted abruptly, "Are you worried about him?"
His wife hummed in agreement, but the tone was drawn out, whether as a confirmation or a moan, it was unclear.
His wife blushed slightly and said, "Of course."
"Really?" Jay feigned surprise, then grinned wickedly and raised his hand from his wife's shapely buttocks. His fingertips
shimmered faintly in the sunlight. "You're not even wearing underwear."
His wife's face flushed crimson, her shyness boundless. She said resentfully, "It's all because of you, you bad guy, these
past few days..."
Jay ignored her and groped his wife's slender waist, asking, "Is it here?"
His wife nodded slightly. Jay grabbed a ribbon from her waistband and pulled. His wife's seemingly complicated clothes
slipped down in an instant, revealing her youthful body. On her firm, white breasts, two rosy nipples stood erect, clearly
aroused.
Now Jay was still well-dressed, while his beautiful wife was completely naked. Her two long, slender legs were
encased in white lace stockings, making her look stunningly beautiful, like an angel who had strayed to earth.
Jay admired the beautiful sight before him for a long time, but made no move.
The blush on his wife's face deepened, and her body trembled slightly. "You should know what
to do next," Jay said, his tone commanding.
His wife glared at him, giving a coquettish "You bastard," but then swayed her hips and gracefully knelt before him
. This action made my blood boil; kneeling represented absolute submission. While
the two people in the throes of passion might not see it as a big deal, to me it felt like his wife had completely
surrendered, willingly submitting to him, begging for the reward of his large penis.
I felt my penis throbbing painfully.
His wife was now meticulously performing oral sex on him, licking from the base to the glans. His entire penis
was wet, making the swollen shaft appear incredibly imposing. His wife was clearly delighted; she
looked at Jay with seductive eyes, teasing him with her gaze, her hands pulling down his pants.
The wife, with the man's filthy penis in her mouth, gazed seductively at its owner, her
large, watery eyes inviting and provocative.
This look was incredibly alluring, and even Jie couldn't resist.
"Go over there, lie down," Jie commanded.
The wife spat out Jie's penis, wiped her mouth, and obediently lay down on the stone table beside her, her tender vulva
and anus exposed to Jie.
Jie slapped his wife's buttocks hard. "Lift it up a bit."
His wife let out a groan, a hint of pain mixed with intense
pleasure.
Jie, one hand gripping his wife's soft, elastic buttocks, the other holding his thick, long penis
, gently rubbing it against her labia, the large glans sliding back and forth between her labia and clitoris.
The wife was clearly aroused, letting out soft moans, her buttocks swaying gently, whether
trying to avoid the penis's teasing or wanting the glans to penetrate her directly, it was unclear.
"So? Do you want my cock now, or your Duncan?" Jay enjoyed
the smooth feel of his wife's buttocks with one hand, but wasn't in a hurry to penetrate her. Men generally like to be in control during sex. Teasing
the beauty beneath him, making her beg, making her actively request penetration, gives men a sense of spiritual satisfaction.
The more noble the woman beneath him, the more wonderful this spiritual satisfaction becomes, and Jay clearly enjoys this kind of
sexual game.
"I want both," his wife said coquettishly, reaching out to grab Jay's mischievous penis. Jay grabbed
her hand, twisting it against his wife's slender waist and pressing it down, then twisting her other hand and pressing it down as well. In this way, his wife was completely
under his control. Apart from writhing her pert buttocks in hunger, his wife couldn't do anything else.
"I'm not very satisfied with this answer, but I'll make you change it yourself." Jay said, his thick penis
forcing open her labia and thrusting all the way in.
"Ah!" His wife let out a groan, a groan filled with boundless satisfaction. Jay withdrew his penis, leaving only
the glans inside her vagina, then thrust it in hard again, his lower abdomen slamming against his wife's perfectly rounded buttocks, like freshly peeled eggs
, with a "smack" sound. His wife's buttocks rippled with a wanton wave.
Without pausing, Jay continued to thrust in and out forcefully. His wife seemed satisfied with the force,
letting out one wanton moan after another. As Jay increased his speed, the soft moans blended into a chorus
of erotic music.
Although her hands were twisted behind her back and she couldn't move, his wife refused to give in easily, her slender waist
twisting defiantly, her full buttocks meeting his thrusts. This action brought them both even more pleasure.
"Ah...you bastard, you're hitting my G-spot!" his wife moaned softly, usually starting
to moan when she was deeply aroused. Clearly, less than a minute into their lovemaking, Jay had already driven his wife to a state of frenzy
.
"So tight." Jay inhaled, his lower body thrusting in and out like a storm.
"No...you bad boy. It feels so good...ah...ah...my clitoris is so numb...you always hit
my clitoris...if this continues...I'll...I'll..."
"Will what?"
"Ah...ah...I'll be fucked to death...good brother...right there..." His wife moaned seductively
.
"Yes, right there, it's killing me. I'm going to lose it...I'm going to lose it..." His wife let out a groan,
her body went limp, but her long, beautiful legs trembled, clearly experiencing her first orgasm.
"Damn, you're so good at sucking." Jay probably felt the suction in her vagina and didn't dare to thrust any further, only
pressing against his wife's vagina and gently rubbing it.
"So beautiful..." The wife trembled even more violently, her moans trembling.
Thanks to Jay's actions, her orgasm lasted a long time. Fine
beads of sweat appeared on her beautiful body, and a flush of ecstasy rose on her delicate skin, almost making her faint.
After the orgasm, she lay limply on the stone table, seemingly devoid of all strength. Jay gently
caressed her body, simply enjoying her smooth skin without any further teasing.
The gentleness after the frenzy was indeed captivating to a woman. Her breathing gradually subsided, and she gave Jay a charming look
, her eyes full of love.
"How are you? Are you thinking of me or him now?" Jay leaned down and licked her earlobe. Her
earlobe was very sensitive, and Jay's caresses made her involuntarily let out a soft moan.
"Mmm, I miss you more now," she said sweetly.
"Hehe." Jay chuckled, seeing his wife had almost recovered. He dabbed some of
the fluid from their intercourse on his hand and smeared it on her anus.
His wife squirmed restlessly, but this squirming also aroused the penis deeply inserted inside her, and she immediately stopped
. She seemed to want to savor the feeling of being full again. But Jay's hand continued to tease her anus
, and she squirmed restlessly again.
This repeated several times, and his wife was clearly aroused again, letting out soft moans.
"I want it here," Jay said.
"Hmph, even Duncan hasn't touched this place, and the other day when you put it in, it hurt like hell,"
his wife said coquettishly.
"You enjoyed it from behind that day too, you were moaning so loudly," Jay laughed.
"Hmph," his wife bit her lower lip lightly, "I'm pinned down by you now, I can't move at all, you can do whatever you want
with me." Her words were coy yet suggestive, her expression both welcoming and hesitant, truly a blend of softness and
wantonness, incredibly alluring.
Jay understood immediately and slowly withdrew his penis. Her vaginal fluids gushed out with a "plop,"
and the tender flesh inside her vagina turned outwards, showing his wife's reluctance to let go.
I was already stunned by my wife's boldness. Her vagina was already struggling to accommodate Jay's large penis
; when he thrust in, a small part was still outside. Now that he had withdrawn his penis, covered
in her fluids, it looked even larger compared to her slender waist.
Now this thick, long thing was about to be inserted into her tender anus. Could her anus accommodate
Jay's enormous member?
Jay placed the head of his penis against her anus but hesitated, perhaps worried about hurting
her. His wife turned her head in confusion, saw Jay's expression, understood what he was thinking, and felt a warmth in her heart, a sweet
expression appearing on her face.
His wife gave him a coquettish look and said, "What are you thinking about? There's a girl right now, her ass sticking out under you,
her hands pinned down. Aren't you going to fuck her to death?" Her sultry voice was laced with lewdness. "Besides,
it's so secluded here, no one will hear her screaming even if she does." The invitation in her words couldn't be clearer
.
If Jay hesitated any longer, he wouldn't be a man. With a thrust of his hips, his huge glans slowly parted his wife's
anus, and his massive penis slowly but powerfully slid into her. His
wife opened her mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes became dazed, and she seemed very distressed, but
she didn't ask Jay to stop.
After a long while, Jay's penis was finally fully inserted into his wife's anus, leaving no trace. His strong lower
abdomen pressed tightly against his wife's pert buttocks.
"It's so swollen." My wife frowned, then said shyly, "It doesn't seem as painful as I imagined."
"Of course, we did it when we were going crazy the day before yesterday, maybe you're used to it."
"Mmm," my wife said shyly, "It feels so strange, you...you move."
Jay obediently moved, very gently. I was stunned again, my wife's body
was really too strong.
Jay gently thrust in and out, I didn't expect my wife to adapt so quickly.
"It feels so strange...oh...ah..."
My wife moaned again, her slender waist twisting gently. Obviously, she was hinting to Jay that it was okay. Jay
felt it and began to move harder, beginning to enjoy my wife's tightness.
"Oh my god...how could this be..." My wife's body twisted restlessly, "Good brother, faster,
inside...it's itchy inside too."
"Ah...oh...so beautiful...harder...thrust harder...harder." My wife
moaned lasciviously.
Jay was very obedient and began to thrust hard. The wife cried out even louder, "Good brother, harder...yes,
like that, fuck me hard...harder...it feels so good...dear brother...I love you so much...harder
...thrust harder..."
Jack, gripped tightly by his wife's anus, was also experiencing waves of pleasure. "So good, you little slut, is it this
good to be fucked in the ass?" Jack slapped his wife's pert buttocks hard, continuing to thrust relentlessly.
"I...I...it feels so good to be fucked by my dear brother..." the wife cried out lewdly, "So good...harder
...I love being fucked by my dear brother!"
"Call me husband."
"Good husband...harder...it feels so good...it feels so good to be fucked by my husband."
"Is it good? I'm going to fuck you to death, you slut." Jack said through gritted teeth.
The wife was clearly in the mood, feeling incredibly good from being fucked. She turned her head, giving him a coquettish look, "Go ahead
and fuck me to death if you dare."
A clear provocation.
Unable to resist his wife's seductive gaze and lewd words, Jay pulled his penis out until only the glans remained, as if penetrating a vagina .
With a low growl, he thrust it in with all his might, this time without the obstruction of her clitoris, his large penis penetrating
even deeper.
His wife shuddered from the thrust, her eyes rolling back, her mouth wide open, even her tongue
protruding. Jay didn't stop after this burst of power, continuing his frenzied thrusting, this time treating her anus like a vagina.
Completely disregarding his wife's life or death, he seemed intent on fucking her to death.
His wife let out a deafening scream, then became wildly aroused, clearly experiencing
extreme pleasure. She moaned, "Fuck...fuck me to death...fuck me to death...ah...um...good husband, don't be
afraid of hurting me...I like being fucked by you...even if you fuck me to death, it's okay..."
She moaned loudly, glistening saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, her eyes still rolling back, clearly still in
the throes of intense pleasure.
"I'm going to pee...wooo..." With a tremor of her long, beautiful legs, his wife lost control of her bladder
, urinating directly, accompanied by a gush of vaginal fluid.
Was this...squirt? I stared in disbelief for the third time, watching these two mate like wild beasts.
"Bitch, I'm going to cum." Jie couldn't hold back any longer.
"Good husband, cum inside...let's...lose it...I'm going to lose it...I'm giving it to my husband."
They both suddenly froze, reaching orgasm simultaneously. Jay's penis trembled as he ejaculated wildly into his wife's anus
, his body pressing against hers.
After a long while, they separated, Jay's limp penis sliding out of his wife's anus. His wife's anus
was unable to close for a moment, remaining wide open, and semen slowly flowed out.
Jay slumped onto a stone bench, clearly exhausted. He patted his wife's buttocks, gesturing for her to sit
on his lap.
His wife gently sat on his lap, leaning against his chest, looking like a little bird nestled against him.
Jay stroked his wife's beautiful legs clad in stockings, enjoying the delicate touch,
whispering sweet nothings in her ear. His wife giggled and playfully slapped him; the two seemed like a real couple, enjoying the tenderness after their passionate exchange
.
I watched from the side, feeling both heartbroken and excited.
After a while of intimate whispering, his wife suddenly giggled and slapped Jay hard, the force
almost like a massage. His wife stood up, spread her legs, and sat facing Jay. The wife, supporting Jay's head,
unexpectedly extended her tongue for a French kiss.
Jay, of course, didn't hold back. One hand kneaded her soft buttocks, the other caressed her breasts, his tongue
still chasing after hers—he really knew how to enjoy himself.
Soon, their tongues stopped chasing each other and began a real wet kiss; one could imagine they
were truly intertwined.
At this moment, Jay's penis actually became hard again—what a powerful recovery! The wife spread her legs and sat in
Jay's lap; the sensation was naturally very obvious. Maintaining the French kiss with Jay, she used her supple waist
to raise her full buttocks, one hand reaching down to guide Jay's glans towards her vagina, and slowly
sat down. It seemed this time, the wife was going to actively serve Jay.
Once fully seated, the wife wrapped her arms around Jay's neck, her buttocks moving up and down lightly. Jay
was clearly enjoying himself. He barely had to move; his wife was doing all the work. He was enjoying her kisses, while her
buttocks moved more than just up and down; they danced in circles, locked in a passionate embrace. "
Is this some kind of technique I learned in the temple? I've never experienced anything like this," he sighed.
After a long while, their lips finally parted. Jay lifted his wife's buttocks, wanting to take the initiative, but she stopped him. "I'll
serve you," she said tenderly. "Just enjoy yourself."
"Haha, good wife!"
she groaned, writhing like a dancer. "Husband, is this comfortable?"
Jay patted her buttocks with satisfaction, admiring the way her breasts swayed, a sight of undulating waves
. Encouraged, she writhed even more vigorously, moaning lasciviously.
"My dear husband, your penis is so big, I love it so much! I'll fuck you every day and have
your baby," the wife murmured, clearly lost in passion, her lower body still working tirelessly
to please Jie. It seemed she was completely captivated by his large penis. Finally
, with the wife's fervent service and Jie's deliberate relaxation, they both reached climax simultaneously. Jie
mischievously pointed to his penis, now covered in their bodily fluids. The wife playfully scolded him, then knelt down and cleaned him with her mouth
. They left only after cleaning themselves.
I was burning with desire but had nowhere to vent it. My wife had just had a great time and had served Jie for so long. I couldn't bear to see
her suffer. I decided I'd have to go find Aunt Sophie.

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