Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2135 - 456: A Family Affair 3

His aunt's experienced walls gripped Wang Yue's cock in a tight vacuum seal. The feeling was so amazing that he nearly echoed her loud, piercing moans.

Yet he desired even more. He yearned to relish the primal, untamed thrill of taking her completely.

In that instant—spurred by his surging desire or perhaps a true urge to satisfy Yifei's profound craving—Wang Yue took command of his pace. He reined in his power while ramping up his tempo, transforming his thrusts into a rapid haze of movement. Each pull-out and drive-in pulled along a new flood of dense, milky fluids by his enormous rod, slicking her pale rear and trickling down to the bedcovers. Oily, dark stains started spreading over the sheets, rendering the whole sight wildly obscene.

The brutal collisions and quick, grinding rubs pounded straight into the core of Yifei's uterus. This wild erotic frenzy elevated her bliss to unprecedented peaks. Following countless unceasing pumps, Yifei's frame started jerking wildly. A rich, pink glow washed over her flesh, giving her the appearance of a lush, tempting fruit, soft and alluring.

Beneath this unyielding barrage, Wang Yue unleashed several last, forceful drives. Abruptly, a surge of passion overwhelmed her. Yifei released a keen, tuneful scream. Her fingers, which had been spreading her thighs apart, abruptly released. She bowed her spine into an arch, her rear quivering without control as she held onto Wang Yue with all her might. Her pelvis started swirling in frantic loops, welcoming each of his plunges with raw instinct.

Squish... squish... squish...

The noise of his rod smacking her soaked entrance intensified, saturating the space with the audio of their forbidden act. Wang Yue, even with his training in cultivation, sensed his cheeks burning from the raw fervor. He breathed in deep gasps, gazing at the lady under him—his refined aunt, now devolved into a trance of chanting, wild craving.

"My nephew... it's so good... so beautiful... faster... mmph! Auntie... is in heaven... yes! That big cock... it’s too much... deeper... deeper... I’m dying... ah! Ah! It’s so hot... your cock is so hot it makes my womb shiver... move! Keep moving! Faster!"

"Oh... yes... you’re incredible... I’m going to die from the pleasure... faster... it’s coming... it’s too strong! Nephew... kill me with it... mmm... oh!"

Yifei's bursts of frantic yells fueled Wang Yue's vigor even further. Observing her reddened, lovely features, he cranked his rhythm to an even greater level. Her tight channel was practically choking his length, propelling him toward ecstasy, as the woman below surrendered to her own chaotic rapture.

"Hah... you like that? My dear aunt... is your nephew’s cock the best? Heh... enjoy it... just stay still and let me have you..."

Her cries ignited his selfish urges. He leaned forward, seizing her bosom and squeezing them firmly as his hips maintained their savage barrage. Yifei's form jolted on the bed like a plaything. Amid her fog of embarrassment and delight, she gazed at Wang Yue—her very nephew—with eyes brimming with a tangled blend of blame and abundant affection. She unleashed yet another round of wails.

"Mmm... yes... so good... faster... oh! It’s... coming... finally... it’s coming again! I love this... the feeling of being railed to a climax by you... I’m dying... what a big cock... you’re a real man... kill me with it! Ah! So deep... you hit the womb again... you’re so bad... making me act like such a slut... there’s so much water... it’s so wet... nephew! I’m coming! Harder! Ah... ah... I’m flying... I’m flying!"

With a last piercing wail, Yifei's whole body stiffened. Her lovely backside lifted high, locking Wang Yue's rod firmly within her for ultimate penetration. Her expression became one of utter, joyful fulfillment as her fair skin trembled amid a tremendous orgasm.

The sight of his poised aunt behaving like a complete vixen proved too much for Wang Yue. As he drove in deeply, he sensed the rush of her climax spilling from her depths, her inner walls contracting and drawing at his tip in steady pulses. The warmth ignited his own eruption.

A huge gush of dense semen burst forth, soaking the "flower field" that had lain barren for three years but had been revived these past days by his attentions.

That evening, the mother and her girls rotated in turns, but each was completely overcome. In the end, none could even raise a hand.

Wang Yue, though, wasn't done asserting his claim. He left his rod embedded in Yifei's ripe heat while drawing the two young temptresses close, drifting into profound slumber with all three enveloped in his hold.

The following dawn, Wang Yue freed himself from the web of supple bodies and gently pulled out from Yifei. The trio of women were so drained they didn't awaken, staying immersed in deep, contented rest.

Once clothed, he bent to plant a soft kiss on each cheek. Afterward, he altered his look and exited quietly.

Should he wrap up the Zhang family matter that day, he wouldn't return to this place. Their reunion would occur only upon the three heading back to Jinling. This plan had been set during their intimate whispers post-passion the night before.

To pamper them so thoroughly and depart right after—it made Wang Yue appear much like the former Su Mingxuan. Yet Zhou Yifei's emotions differed vastly. Previously, she lingered in shadows, uncertain of her partner's return. Today, she understood her partner awaited her, with the reunion's schedule fully under her sway.

This new dynamic offered her an unfamiliar grip on power and a profound sense of safety.

Exiting the room, Wang Yue stopped at the reception to settle his own stay. He hailed a cab and made for the Yangtze River Dock, staying discreet.

In hindsight, the opulent chamber at the Martial Arts Hotel had gone to waste somewhat. He'd occupied it just one evening before the remainder passed in Yifei's quarters. Considering the steep costs, he'd basically squandered cash.

Still, Wang Yue had plenty of funds. With advancing cultivation, material riches mattered less to him. It was a trivial setback in his eyes.