Jian takes control, asserting his love and dominance. The intimate and passionate scene with his wife leaves Mr. Davis in awe and with a newly awakened desire. What new boundaries will they explore together?
In the heart of the Pillow Circle, an intimate and lust-filled space, Jian stood, his gaze fixed on the scene he had just witnessed. His boss, Mr. Davis, had made love to his wife in front of everyone, an act that awoke in Jian both wounded pride and burning determination. He couldn't allow his role as a husband to take a backseat. With firm strides and a challenging gaze, he approached his wife, a MILF farmer whose beauty and sensuality were undeniable. He held her tightly, his hands squeezing her hips as he pulled her toward him. Her round, tempting bottom fit perfectly in his grasp, and Jian couldn't help but feel his member harden, eager to claim what was his.
Without a word, Jian turned her toward him, his lips seeking hers in a sweet, deep kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of connection, of love, and of dominance. Their tongues tangled, and Jian felt his wife respond, her body relaxing against his. She was happy to be loved like this, to feel his passion and his strength. Although he had accepted his role as "cuckold" upon seeing her with Mr. Davis, in that moment, Jian reminded him who the main man in her life was.
"You're mine," Jian murmured into his wife's ear, his hot breath against her skin. "You always will be."
She smiled, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and submission. She knew Jian was her anchor, her everything. In one fluid motion, Jian lifted her, his hands cupping her ass as he positioned her so she was straddling him. She spread her legs, accepting his dominance, and Jian entered her slowly, feeling his member sink into her wet heat. A moan escaped her lips, and she moved against him, their hips rocking in a rhythm that connected them even more.
Jian's wife, her hair loose and her skin glistening with sweat, leaned forward, her hands resting on his shoulders. Her gaze was one of pure devotion as she began to move more intensely, milking his cock with passion. Every movement was a reminder of their love, of their mutual surrender. Jian held her tightly, his hands squeezing her hips as he guided her, marking her as his again and again.
Mr. Davis, who had been watching from the corner, discreetly stepped back, giving them space to have an intimate moment despite the audience. Jian took advantage of this gesture to completely take possession of his wife. He turned her over again, placing her back against him, and entered her from behind, his hands clamped on her firm, generous breasts. She moaned, her head thrown back, exposing her neck as Jian took her hard and possessive.
"I love you," Jian whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're mine, and I'll never let you forget that."
She responded with a moan, her words drowned out by the intensity of the moment. "I love you too. I'll always be yours."
For the first time, Jian decided to take his dominance to a new level. In one swift motion, he lifted her and positioned her like a chair, her legs around his waist as he entered her from behind. She clung to him, her hands clasped over his chest, as Jian held her with ease, his strength and passion evident in every thrust. The village, which had been watching silently, now murmured at the scene. Jian was unfazed. This was his moment, his declaration of love and dominance.
Mr. Davis, caught up in the intensity of their connection, stroked his own member as he watched them. His gaze was one of admiration, and perhaps, of newly awakened desire. The idea of watching Jian being milked, of being part of that exchange of power, was beginning to take shape in his mind. But for now, he simply watched, his hand moving slowly as Jian and his wife became lost in their own world.
Jian quickened his pace, his thrusts growing deeper and more desperate. His wife moaned, her body trembling as she came closer to the edge. "Jian… please…" she begged, her voice breaking.
"Don't stop," he replied, his voice firm. "Just let yourself go."
And she did. Her body tensed, her muscles contracted, and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips as she reached climax. Jian held her, his movements not slowing, until he too reached his limit, his semen filling her in a burst of passion. They both stayed like that, panting, their bodies still connected, as the village surrounded them in respectful silence.
Mr. Davis leaned closer, his gaze softer now. "That… was beautiful," he admitted, his voice low.
Jian smiled, his wife still in his arms. "Love always is," he replied, before kissing her tenderly.
The moment hung suspended, the air charged with possibility. Mr. Davis, with an enigmatic smile, stepped back, leaving Jian and his wife in their bubble of intimacy. But the seed of something new had been planted, and as Jian held his wife, he knew this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them to explore limits never before imagined.