Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2181 - 502: My Aggressive Cousin 2

Driven wild by her lewd moans, Wang Yue flipped her around in a swift motion, trapping her under his body before slamming into her with savage intensity.

Cancan teetered right at the brink of orgasm. Wang Yue's sudden surge in ferocity pushed her over in just moments, her sharp cry ringing out as her snug walls clenched fiercely around his shaft, making every thrust a struggle.

Wang Yue drove himself to the hilt and held still, savoring the pulsing grip of her pussy as waves of bliss crashed through him.

Once her orgasm finally ebbed after a good stretch, Wang Yue eased to her side. His cock remained lodged deep within her, and they nestled together sideways, limbs intertwined.

After some light chat and steadying her breathing, Cancan sensed that telltale ache stirring in her depths once more.

Yet she didn't beg him to resume pounding; instead, she inched backward slowly, his thick, heated rod slipping free bit by bit.

Wang Yue gazed at her in puzzlement. He sensed her sluttiness flaring up again, expecting her to urge him back into action.

Instead, Cancan flashed a devilish grin. "Hey, little brother... let big sister take real good care of you."

She lifted her head with effort, her slender fingers grasping his slick, throbbing cock to hold it steady.

With a playful shake, she leaned in, pressing her full lips to the tip. Her tongue peeked out shyly for a tentative lick before she pulled back like a timid creature.

"Hhh-..." Wang Yue hissed sharply through clenched teeth.

Cancan glanced up with sultry eyes, spotting his eager anticipation. Buoyed, she dove back in, her tongue lashing the slit with rapid flicks.

"Oh god... fuck..." Wang Yue groaned in ecstasy. "Sis, where the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Hehe..." She giggled coyly, dodging the question. As she withdrew, a shiny strand of spit linked his tip to her mouth.

Unable to endure her teasing, Wang Yue grabbed the back of her head and guided her down urgently, craving the warmth of her mouth enveloping him fully.

Sensing his desperation, Cancan quit the games. A few quick pumps with her hand, then she parted her lips wide and engulfed him.

His front half disappeared into her mouth, puffing her cheeks. Inside, her tongue danced wildly around his length, bulging one cheek then the other.

Wang Yue reclined, body rigid with delight as he savored her oral attentions. It was clear she'd picked this up from porn—techniques spot-on, but execution a tad awkward.

"Yeah... right there... use your tongue... it’s so soft... yeah... lick me... lick the head... gently now..." Wang Yue guided her softly. "Cancan... come on... try to take it all. Take the whole thing."

Cancan shook her head wildly, but Wang Yue kept her steady, bucking his hips to push deeper into her throat.

Fearing she'd graze him with her teeth and gasping for air, she stretched her mouth as far as it would go. Gradually, he sank fully in, hitting the back of her throat.

Wang Yue's pubic hair mashed against her lips like a shadowy mustache. Her cheeks burned crimson, streaked with a glossy mix of her juices and his pre-cum.

His weighty balls dangled against her chin, slapping lightly with his motions.

Seeing her struggle with the depth, Wang Yue withdrew gradually. The instant he slipped free, Cancan hacked violently, eyes watering.

"You... cough... you shoved it way too far... cough... I almost bit you... cough... that was dangerous, you idiot!" She scolded, her tone laced with worry over ire.

"Sis, I’m sorry... I just couldn’t help myself... here, let me see..." Wang Yue murmured, gently lifting her chin to check on her.

"Yeah, right... now you care," she huffed, blushing. "You weren’t feeling so ’kind’ a second ago."

"Well... it just felt so good... should we stop?" he murmured, still hazy with pleasure.

"Dream on..." She winked seductively and gripped his erection again. "You guys get ’internal injuries’ if you don’t finish, right? Hehe..."

Eager at her resolve, Wang Yue arched his hips, offering himself to her once more.

Cancan dove right in without pause, slurping noisily like savoring a treat. Her mouth bobbed while one hand pumped his shaft, the other diving to her clit in a frenzy.

She lavished the tip with circular tongue swirls, gulping down his leaking fluids. Then she trailed licks down the length, drenching it in saliva.

Shameless now, she dipped lower, sucking one ball fully into her mouth and rolling it playfully.

Wang Yue floated in bliss. He leaned back on the bed, legs apart, propped on elbows, basking in her devotion.

"Yeah... suck on them... use your tongue... oh man, that’s it... lower..."

Cancan traced her tongue to his perineum and up again, flicking like a teasing spark. Meeting his lust-filled gaze fueled her fire; she attacked his cock anew.

"Ohhh!!" Wang Yue bellowed. Pure rapture threatened to overwhelm him.

Soon weary of kneeling, Cancan paused, shifted position, and resumed bobbing—starting languidly, then accelerating wildly.

Wang Yue hit his breaking point. Clutching her hair, he thrust up to match her pace, face-fucking her with raw passion.

Simultaneously, one hand kneaded her breast, the other plunged fingers into her drenched folds.

"Ah... mmm... ah...!" Cancan's muffled moans vibrated around him. Her stroking hand blurred, fingers mad on her clit.

"Oh... fuck..." Wang Yue unraveled, ravaging her chest and finger-fucking her till her nectar gushed down her ass crack and legs.

"Ah... ah... don’t... stop... go... go deeper... ahhh!" she cried out.

Wang Yue hauled her up abruptly, ending the oral to crush his mouth to hers. His hands roamed ferociously, gripping her breasts and ass with bruising force.