Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2111 - 440: The Warrior’s Panic 1

As Wang Yue's tongue grazed Zhou Yifei's sensitive folds, she dove straight back into waves of intense desire. She couldn't hold back, squeezing her thighs firmly around his head while shoving her soft, scented core right onto his mouth.

Wang Yue hungrily lapped at the silky lips, then lightly nipped the swollen pearl with his teeth.

Zhou Yifei's hips started shaking wildly, her elegant body arching and dipping as soft cries escaped her lips, "Ah... Oh... Um... Good husband... Stop teasing me... Give it to me now... Give me your big dick... I want it..."

Under Wang Yue's expert touches, Zhou Yifei was breathing heavily without realizing it. Another climax was building fast for her.

Wang Yue left the sensitive nub and switched to swirling his lips rapidly around the entrance of her folds.

This just ramped up Zhou Yifei's agitation and craving even more. She twisted her slim waist seductively, aching for that release.

Yet out of nowhere, Wang Yue halted his play. He raised his face from between her legs and sealed his mouth over her luscious lips. He slipped past her soft teeth and savored the wetness inside her mouth. Their tongues danced wildly together in her warmth.

Wang Yue rubbed his massive shaft against Zhou Yifei's slick entrance, sliding it teasingly.

At times, the head would dip in just a bit before pulling out right away. He kept this up until Zhou Yifei grew frantic, and only then did he plunge all the way inside.

For some moments, Wang Yue kept pumping steadily, picking up the pace bit by bit. Once he sensed her narrow waist adjusting fully to his rhythm, he paused abruptly and trailed his hands and kisses along her silky contours.

Next, he eased into a slow rhythm with his shaft, occasionally drawing it out entirely before slamming it back deep into her wetness.

He did this a handful of times, until at last, Zhou Yifei's long, lovely legs locked tight around Wang Yue's hips. Her flushed entrance eagerly chased after his length.

As her frame shuddered and warm fluids surged forth, Wang Yue pried apart her slim legs and hoisted them upward.

He drove his thick, bulbous shaft repeatedly into her soaked depths. That enormous member once more filled Zhou Yifei's snug, compact channel, pounding away with force.

Zhou Yifei's eyelids drooped halfway, her face glowing with a deep blush. Her form quivered, breaths coming in ragged gasps from the fierce impacts of Wang Yue's shaft. Her alluring mouth released hot, sweet exhales.

All at once, Wang Yue dropped her legs down, but just as Zhou Yifei started to catch her breath, he pressed them together and shifted them sideways to the left, her right leg stacked over the left. The squeezed thighs formed just a slim gap in between.

Wang Yue thrust his pelvis ahead, and with a wet "plop," his shaft slid in.

"Ah..." Zhou Yifei uttered a powerless cry. The rest of Wang Yue's length followed with a slick "slurping" noise, fully burying into her tightness. Her gripping walls clamped down on him without any space left.

"Oh... Uncle’s big penis is so good... Ah... You make me feel so good... Ah... Yes... Good nephew... Thrust harder... Ah... Big penis brother... Fuck my pussy thoroughly... Oh... My pussy feels so good... I’m so excited... Hurry... Oh... Thrust harder..."

Zhou Yifei's cries rang out louder. Her pale, round rear wiggled back and forth, as though fighting against the relentless pounding of his shaft.

Yet the harder she bucked her hips, the fiercer the drives grew.

The echoes of her passionate calls filled Wang Yue's ears, igniting his passion. Determined to deliver this stunning woman the ultimate pleasure, Wang Yue parted her legs into a broad V.

Amid the thick patch of softness, her dainty bloom unfurled, erect and waiting to welcome the mighty intrusion.

Zhou Yifei's quivering whimpers blended with desperate pleas, resounding through the space. A feminine aroma mingled with perspiration hung in the atmosphere. The rhythmic slaps against her core resonated deep within them.

With each push from Wang Yue, his shaft buried to the hilt inside her.

Juices from her depths sprayed outward, coating everything in slickness that fueled their wild, urgent union. This let him push Zhou Yifei toward her peak ecstasy.

Zhou Yifei's intimate spot was incredibly captivating. It held some magnetic pull that drew the shaft deeper at a rapid pace. Beyond being snug and drenched, the inner walls pulsed and yielded just right.

That alluring fragrance was utterly captivating, outshining even the innocence of untouched maidens. A treasure like this pulsed with pure allure.

"Oh... Oh... Uncle, I’m so excited... Ah... Husband... You make me so happy... Ah... I can’t take it anymore... Ah... I’m going to lose control... Oh... It feels so good... Ah... I’m coming..."

Zhou Yifei's frame shook hard all of a sudden. Creamy essence erupted from where her tightness met his shaft, splattering across Wang Yue's thighs.

Every spot his skin met hers carried Zhou Yifei's seductive aroma.

Lost in a hazy bliss, Zhou Yifei released multiple times. The overwhelming waves of climax jolted her raw senses, urging Wang Yue to unleash a torrent of his seed into her ripe, welcoming core.

By now, Zhou Yifei felt utterly drained. She had some fight left, but keeping this up would leave her recovering for days. In Tianhai, she remained Wang Yue's sole companion.

For daily encounters, they had to pace themselves wisely.

Thus, Wang Yue refrained from more action. He simply stayed buried inside her and wrapped her close as they slipped into peaceful slumber.

...

As a scion of Tianhai's Zhang family, Zhang Hunter had reached his thirtieth year. Though not from the primary line, his side branch tied closely to the core.

This offshoot had long backed family leader Zhang Jianyuan completely, earning ample cultivation aids in return.

Owing to that support, despite middling aptitude for cultivation, Zhang Hunter had advanced to a fresh Tianyuan Realm expert. Such perks came from a mighty clan's influence.

Without it, his gifts would barely get him to Diyue Realm by thirty, far from Tianyuan.

Right then, Zhang Hunter strolled a narrow lane close to the Zhang estate. He'd slipped away, defying the urgent lockdown from yesterday that barred all kin from venturing out.

The restraint fueled his urges too much to ignore. Known for his lustful, twisted ways, he favored coercion over agreement. Numerous local women had suffered his advances.

Days back, he'd eyed a vendor woman at the nearby night bazaar. He plotted a chance to strike, but the lockdown hit first.

The prohibition only heightened his fire. What once seemed ordinary now appeared divine and irresistible.

After a sleepless night of torment, Zhang Hunter escaped at dawn. The pair ran their stand till deep night, so they'd surely be there now.

Imagining claiming that charming wife before her spouse's eyes thrilled Zhang Hunter to no end.

Midway, though, unease crept in. This path always bustled lightly, yet today, after some distance, no one appeared.

Sensing danger, Zhang Hunter shelved his lust and turned to retreat. But there loomed a towering form behind him, materializing from thin air.

Spotting the face, Zhang Hunter paled and blurted, "Zhang Hong, it’s you!"

"What, no more Uncle Hong?" Zhang Hong replied, smirking.

"Hmph, you turned traitor. The head's after you now. For old ties, I won't snitch, but flee Tianhai and stay gone." As he spoke, Zhang Hunter subtly triggered his device.

Yet that small move didn't evade Zhang Hong's watch.

"Save it. Signals are jammed here; no messages get out," Zhang Hong stated icily. Then he barked, "Move fast! Four minutes max!"

Before the words landed, a hulking shadow lunged from the side, charging Zhang Hunter like a beast, fist flying at his face.

Despite the abrupt strike and the assailant's two-meter-plus frame radiating menace, Zhang Hunter stayed calm.

The intruder's energy marked him as mere Diyue Realm, no real danger to a Tianyuan like Zhang Hunter.

Thus, Zhang Hunter snapped a kick toward the man's side, targeting the ribs.

Shorter in stature, yet his reach with legs outdid arms, and ribs proved a key weak point.