Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2133 - 454: A Family Affair 1

Tingting's petite frame meant her channel was quite shallow. Wang Yue's member reached the end when he had only inserted halfway.

Given her fragility and it being her initial experience, Wang Yue lacked the desire to push beyond her undeveloped cervix. Rather, he maintained a gentle depth, steadily thrusting into her delicate young pussy using merely the front portion of his length.

Nevertheless, this proved ample to plunge Tingting into utter ecstasy. She grinned widely, her voice quivering with joy. "Mom, Brother Tiezhu... you guys are the best! Being poked feels so good! I want to play the ’Poke-the-Flower’ game with you guys every single day!"

At the same time, Pingping's cheeks burned with delight. Her thighs pressed tightly together, friction building intensely. Evidently, via their unique twin connection, she was sharing every wave of her sister's rapture.

Zhou Yifei observed from nearby, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Witnessing the enormous shaft that had just devastated her own depths now gliding in and out of her daughter's snug little flower didn't strike her as bizarre as anticipated. Rather, an odd warmth arose—along with a subtle, irresistible excitement.

This prompted Yifei to briefly question if she harbored some concealed, perverse tendency within her mind.

Yet, as an elite attorney versed in psychology, she understood otherwise. She wasn't a "deviant"; her profound love for her daughters simply made their joy her own.

Regarding the arousal? That stemmed from a normal bodily reaction—akin to viewing an erotic video, but involving cherished ones, unfolding in real time, and fully endorsed by her. The intensity was naturally amplified tenfold.

"It’s so magical," Pingping murmured in wonder. "One part goes into the other and rubs together, and it makes you feel this good?" While speaking, her slim legs alternated between parting and squeezing, with traces of "love juice" seeping from her own full, smooth pussy.

"Pingping, can you sense the pleasure that distinctly?" Yifei inquired, intrigued.

"Yeah! I feel something hitting and poking inside me over and over. It’s wonderful," Pingping answered. Then, her gaze flickered as an idea hit her. She turned to Wang Yue. "Brother Tiezhu, how about you just keep poking Tingting and leave me be? Okay?"

The twins were pure-hearted, yet sharp-minded. She reasoned that if Brother Tiezhu needed to thrust into only one for both to enjoy the sensations, she could avoid the "painful" step of having her own flower breached.

Yifei exhaled quietly. It seems my girls are fated to share one man eternally, she mused. Should they wed separate husbands, with such a bond, what chaos might ensue for their spouses?

Wang Yue offered no reply. He merely draped Tingting's lithe legs across his arms and grasped her pert bottom, fiercely pressing his cock's tip into her "bun" pussy without mercy.

Tingting's skin glowed rosy, her mother's distinctive big eyes gazing up at him misty and dilated. Faint, disjointed whimpers escaped her mouth.

Wang Yue relished her response, though one element was absent: her naivety prevented expressive outbursts, much less the provocative banter her mother employed to heighten the mood. He glanced at Yifei.

Having shared beds with him nightly of late, Yifei instantly decoded that glance. She rolled her eyes in his direction.

This scamp. Not content with claiming my daughters; now he seeks my guidance on teaching them bedroom vulgarities?

Ultimately, she yielded to his mischievous whim. She bent closer and prompted, "Tingting, tell me... how does it feel right now?"

"Mom, it feels so good," Tingting gasped. "It was itchy inside, but when Brother Tiezhu’s big cock moves like that, it’s like he’s scratching it... but a million times better than scratching."

"That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel," Yifei smiled. "Now, tell Mom and Brother Tiezhu—do you like it when he uses his big cock to poke you like this?"

"I love it!" Tingting chirped.

"Don’t tell me," Yifei guided her. "Tell your Brother Tiezhu. Tell him loud and clear how much you love his big cock, and how much you love him poking your little ’slutty’ pussy."

"Brother Tiezhu! You’re poking me so good! Tingting loves your big cock so much! I love it when you poke my little slutty pussy!" Tingting shouted.

Typically, such explicit language wouldn't unsettle Wang Yue, but context mattered. Tingting, ever the truthful little angel, spoke from pure sincerity. Those risqué phrases in her guileless, youthful voice ignited him profoundly. He accelerated instinctively.

Concerned about potential harm, however, he refrained from delving deeper—merely hastening his superficial strokes.

"Mom, why did you call Tingting’s pussy ’slutty’?" Pingping questioned, the inquisitive learner she was.

"When a woman craves being poked, she turns ’naughty.’ In that instant, her pussy becomes a bit slutty," Yifei provided a simple rationale.

Pingping accepted it wholeheartedly. She nodded earnestly. "Then my pussy isn’t slutty yet, because I don’t want Brother Tiezhu to poke me."

A girl's form is delicate and acutely responsive, particularly against a behemoth like Wang Yue. After under two minutes of swift pounding, Tingting yelped, "Mom! Brother Tiezhu! Something’s happening! Something’s coming out!"

"Sweetie, that’s a climax! Don’t hold it back—let it out!" Yifei urged.

"Ah... ah... AH!" Tingting emitted a series of shrill cries, her tiny hips bucking skyward.

Wang Yue sensed her narrow channel gripping his cock like a clamp. Aware of her orgasm, he ceased restraint.

He plunged fully, lodging his glans against her soft core, and erupted a vast flood of essence, overflowing her immature womb.

The rush of hot infusion triggered Tingting's final scream, her small body quaking fiercely.

Precisely then, Pingping uttered a stifled moan. She breathed raggedly, her lithe legs grinding rapidly, yet soon disappointment and unease shadowed her expression.