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

Wang Yue's shaft was gripped in a tight, suction-like embrace by the experienced folds of his aunt. The feeling was so intense that he almost began echoing her shrill cries of pleasure.

Yet, he desired even greater satisfaction. He longed to fully indulge in the primal, untamed thrill of dominating her completely.

At that instant—spurred by his surging desire or perhaps a true urge to satisfy Yifei's profound craving—Wang Yue regulated his pace. He moderated his force while ramping up his tempo, transforming his movements into a rapid frenzy. Each pullback and drive forward pulled out streams of dense, milky fluids with his enormous length, slicking her pale rear and trickling onto the linens. Dark, moist patches started spreading over the bedcovers, rendering the whole display wildly indecent.

The powerful collisions and quick, rubbing heat pounded straight into the depths of Yifei's core. This wild erotic onslaught elevated her ecstasy to unprecedented levels. Following countless continuous pumps, Yifei's frame started convulsing fiercely. A rich, pink glow washed over her complexion, giving her the appearance of a succulent fruit, soft and enticing.

Beneath this unyielding barrage, Wang Yue unleashed a series of powerful final thrusts. Abruptly, a surge of passion overwhelmed her. Yifei emitted a piercing, tuneful scream. Her fingers, which had been spreading her thighs apart, abruptly released. She bowed her spine into an arch, her hips quivering wildly as she wrapped herself around Wang Yue with all her might. Her pelvis started swirling in frantic loops, matching his every advance with raw need.

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

The noise of his member smacking her soaked entrance intensified, saturating the space with the symphony of their forbidden act. Wang Yue, even with his disciplined training, sensed his cheeks burning from the ferocity. He breathed raggedly, gazing at the lady under him—his refined aunt, now transformed into a figure of frenzied, vocal rapture.

"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 outbursts of fervent longing only fueled Wang Yue’s vigor. Observing her reddened, lovely features, he increased his rhythm further. Her constricting channel was practically choking his length, propelling him toward ecstasy, as the woman below surrendered to her own whirlwind of bliss.

"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 avarice. He leaned forward, seizing her breasts and squeezing them firmly as his hips persisted in their savage barrage. Yifei’s form jounced atop the bed like a plaything. Amid her fog of humiliation and delight, she gazed at Wang Yue—her very nephew—with eyes brimming with a tangled blend of accusation and boundless affection. She unleashed yet another barrage 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 yell, Yifei’s whole body stiffened. Her shapely rear lifted high, locking Wang Yue’s shaft firmly within to achieve utmost penetration. Her expression became one of utter, euphoric contentment as her pale figure trembled amid a powerful orgasm.

The sight of his poised aunt behaving so shamelessly 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 on his tip in steady pulses. This warmth ignited his own eruption.

A huge flood of dense seed burst forth, completely nourishing the "flower field" that had lain barren for three years yet had been revitalized by his attentions over these recent days.

That evening, the mother and her daughters alternated, but each was completely overwhelmed. In the end, they lacked even the energy to move a muscle.

Wang Yue, though, remained far from sated in his possessiveness. He left his member embedded in Yifei’s ripened heat while drawing the two young temptresses close, drifting off into slumber with all three in his embrace.

The following dawn, Wang Yue extricated himself from the web of supple bodies and gently pulled away from Yifei. The trio of women were so drained they scarcely stirred, staying immersed in profound, restful slumber.

Once clothed, he bent to plant soft kisses on each of their faces. Afterward, he altered his guise and departed the room.

Should he resolve the Zhang family matter today, he wouldn’t return to this place. Their reunion would occur only upon the three women’s arrival back in Jinling. This arrangement had been settled in their intimate whispers following the night’s fervor.

To lavish such care on them and then depart right away painted Wang Yue in the same light as the former Su Mingxuan. However, Zhou Yifei’s emotions were profoundly altered. Previously, she had been a lady lingering in shadows, uncertain of her partner’s return. Now, she recognized her partner as the one awaiting her, with their impending encounter fully under her control.

This new dynamic bestowed upon her an unprecedented feeling of authority and reassurance.

Exiting the suite, Wang Yue approached the reception to vacate his personal quarters. He hailed a cab and made for the Yangtze River Dock, maintaining discretion.

Reflecting, the opulent chamber at the Martial Arts Hotel had been somewhat squandered. He had occupied it for merely one evening before the remainder was passed in Yifei’s accommodations. Considering the steep rates, it amounted to wasted funds.

Nevertheless, Wang Yue possessed ample wealth. With his advancing cultivation, material riches mattered less and less. To him, the expenditure was trivial.