Regression - Second Chance At Life Chapter 309: Skewed Perception

With lips hovering a mere inch apart, Adam locks eyes with her, pressing his fingers to the slick entrance of Kelly’s drenched cunt, watching her gasp in ecstasy.

Gazing at her in such a state brings Adam a perverse thrill; he's poised to ravage a woman locked in an eight-year relationship, shattering it completely.

Playing devil's advocate, though, one might argue Adam couldn't have tempted Kelly so effortlessly if her devotion to her fiancé were truly deep.

Adam's simply tapping the ball into an unguarded net, the keeper utterly disinterested in blocking it.

"Feel that? Notice how soaking wet you are right there? Proof you haven't been fucked properly in ages~" Adam taunts, his fingers teasing the lips of her cunt.

"Nnnnggg~" Kelly moans while clamping down on her lower lip, Adam's caress sparking a blaze of desire unlike anything before.

His words merely add the perfect flourish.

"Tell me, am I correct? How long since you last got fucked?" Adam murmurs, his lips brushing her ear, hot breath sending a shiver through her body.

Adam chuckles, meeting her gaze once more as his fingers ease slowly into her welcoming cunt.

"Come on now, don't leave me and your pussy hanging. Bet it's dying for what I've got," Adam urges, plunging his fingers deep and zeroing in on her G-spot.

"Annnnnn~" Kelly cries out loudly, tears gathering in her eyes, her breaths turning ragged.

Adam's finger delving inside, rubbing her most sensitive area, hits her like an e-stim toy zapping with electricity—her body quakes just the same.

She can't fathom how Adam's fingers alone deliver more bliss than every romp she's ever known.

Beneath Adam's intense gaze, his fingers probing and stroking her cunt relentlessly, she senses no escape but to confess, as though compelled by fate.

"Yes~ I~ I~ haven't had sex in almost three months now~" Kelly admits through teary eyes, her voice laced with regret.

In her mid-twenties and committed, a woman like her seldom goes without sex; such deprivation at her age screams trouble with her or the relationship.

And everyone knows it's not her—she's vibrant, lusting frequently: a hot stranger on the street, pages from her steamy novels, a steamy TV scene, even today spotting Adam stirred impure thoughts, yet her fiancé's constant absence or work-weary slumbers rarely allow release.

Now cradled in Adam's grip—one hand firm on her neck, the other's digits buried in her cunt—she grasps how desperately she' craved closeness, yet this rapture with Adam eclipses mere intimacy, outshining all prior highs.

This strikes her as a rare, fleeting chance she'd forever lament skipping.

Lust devours her thoughts, her flesh screams for penetration—why fight it? Truth be told, Adam's flawless seduction left scant resistance, though a faint inner voice still probes the rights and wrongs.

Morally? Utterly sinful, pure betrayal of her fiancé, yet it feels so profoundly correct she's past caring.

She's resolved to dump her fiancé, newfound purpose lighting her path, with Adam's pounding as the ideal kickoff to her fresh era.

Adam smirks at her revelation. "Three months? A stunner like you left unfucked that long? Outrageous," he declares, drawing a blush from Kelly.

"If you were mine alone, escaping the bed each dawn would be a battle," Adam quips with a roguish smile, sending her pulse into overdrive.

"Sensing your slickness and tightness down there, I'd wager your fiancé failed to satisfy you last time, didn't he?" Adam probes with a devilish grin.

His words hit home; embarrassed, Kelly glances away, fully aware Adam nailed it.

Although her most recent sexual encounter occurred three months prior, attaining an orgasm from intercourse hasn't happened in years. Every climax she's had has been achieved solo, using her fingers or a toy's assistance.

"Looks like I am right," Adam declares, seizing her jaw and forcing her face to turn back toward him once more.

"Don’t worry, I am going to take it up on myself to make up for all the injustice your body has gone through over the years," Adam promises while gradually withdrawing his fingers from her cunt and lifting them to her eyes.

Kelly stares at Adam’s fingers, noticing they’re coated in her slick, translucent white fluids that cling stickily. A wave of shyness hits her at the intimate sight, but her eyes bulge in astonishment as Adam slides those same fingers onto his tongue, savoring her pussy nectar.

Before she can fully process his bold move, Adam leans forward for a kiss, and instinctively, she parts her lips to meet him.

In a blur, she senses Adam’s tongue invading hers, twisting and swirling in a blend of their saliva mixed with her own pussy essence.

Her own flavor lingers on his tongue, stirring confusing emotions, yet the intensity of the kiss numbs her thoughts entirely.

All she manages is returning the kiss as her body surrenders completely to the overwhelming sensations.

They continue their messy makeout for several more minutes, Adam’s hands boldly roaming her form, gripping her breasts firmly enough to draw squeals from her amid the kiss, trailing down to knead her ass, then returning to plunge a finger deep into her cunt, shaking her legs with furious fingering that sends her eyes rolling back.

Throughout this display, the spectator Adam performs for remains utterly captivated.

Danny finds himself unable to look away from the scene unfolding.

Witnessing Adam’s finger and tongue action, forcing Kelly to taste her own juices via that kiss, struck him as dirty yet scorching hot—nearly enough to make him cum in his pants.

He’s totally entranced by Kelly’s current state, watching her cling desperately with all her remaining strength as Adam dominates her, which blows Danny’s mind.

As someone who’s spent much of his life online, Danny has encountered countless things, including porn, and in his solitary moments, he’s delved into every variety; he’s viewed all manner of fetish content. Porn has thoroughly warped his view of sex, explaining why he didn’t mind Adam going after Kelly despite his own attraction to her.

Thus, observing Kelly’s responses under Adam’s control leaves him in disbelief.

In all the porn he’s consumed, those actresses overacted their pleasure—loud moans, screams, pleas, eye rolls, bizarre faces. Danny dismissed it as fake performance for viewers.

Yet Kelly’s expressions and reactions surpass anything in those staged videos, appearing profoundly authentic, further distorting Danny’s understanding of sex.

Kelly’s battle to stay upright amid aggressive fingering, coupled with Adam ravaging her mouth and tongue, ranks as the sexiest sight Danny has ever witnessed.

Seeing the object of his lust in this predicament grips him tightly; he teeters on the brink of spurting in his pants.

And then it occurs.

Adam ramps up the ferocity of his finger thrusting, Kelly’s moans escalating in volume.

Danny watches her eyes flutter madly as her body suddenly goes rigid.

Something massive is on the verge of erupting.