Naga licked his dry lips and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Speaking of which, our affair is really immoral."
Yuka tossed her top into the far corner of the sofa, straightened her back, and deliberately let her full breasts, which were barely contained by her bra, bulge out in front of Naga. "Yes, your wife is waiting for you at home, and my husband is thinking of me at home. Neither of them would have guessed that we are doing this exciting and lewd thing here."
When she said the word "vulgar," Yuka raised her hand and covered Naga's crotch, her fingers curling and kneading the still dormant male organ inside, and said in a low voice with admiration, "Hmm... As expected of a body of the same kind, you have also improved it according to your own needs, haven't you?"
Naihe raised an eyebrow and unceremoniously caressed her full, soft breasts. The smooth skin seemed to possess a magnetic quality; merely touching it sent waves of subtle pleasure through him. "You said 'also'?"
Yuka enjoyed his caresses, raising her hand to unfasten the front clasp of her bra. Her firm, elastic breasts, almost like the work of a plastic surgeon, were released into the air, appearing enormous against her flat, slender waist. She unzipped his pants, her fingers groping towards the edge of his underwear, and said breathlessly, "You don't think I was born with such a hot body, do you? Taisuke still thinks the size of these breasts is all thanks to him kneading them every day, and he's quite proud of it."
Imagining the foolish way the former playboy greedily indulged in his wife's body, unaware that he was being controlled by a mysterious magic, a sense of superiority welled up inside him, making him smile involuntarily. Then, the image of Miku appeared in his mind, taking his pleasure to another level.
"As long as I start hunting, nothing will leave me," he thought contentedly, then asked sarcastically, "Every day?"
Yuka laboriously pulled his already swollen penis out of the gap in his pants, circled it with her fingers, and slowly moved it back and forth. With just this simple action, an indescribable sense of excitement began to spread throughout his body, a pleasure much stronger than when his fingertips were kissed earlier, instantly filling his thirsty brain.
Clearly, this wonderful feeling wasn't one-sided. Just by holding the man's erect penis, Yuka's body trembled noticeably, her buttocks on the sofa shifted slightly, and she even closed her eyes to savor the sensation before opening them again and answering in a seductive tone, "Yes, no matter how late I get home every night, Taisuke has to have sex with me at least once. As long as it's not his period, he has to ejaculate inside me before he's satisfied. It's almost like he's addicted to my body."
"Is this what you wanted too?" he asked curiously, trying to distract himself a little, otherwise he would ejaculate before his body could adjust to this new pleasure.
"How should I know?" Yuka tentatively licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, and Naga immediately let out a comfortable groan. The muscles in his buttocks involuntarily tightened inward. She brought her nose closer, smelling the masculine scent emanating from Naga's genitals. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "You should also understand that the subconscious, that damn thing, is not so easy to comprehend. Maybe deep down I just hope that the man I like craves my body terribly. The feeling of enjoying myself with Taisuke every night is really not bad."
"Compared to what we're doing now?" Naga asked, panting, as she interlaced two fingers and played with one of her nipples. It was like that of Westerners, where the nipple had retained its tender cherry pink color. It was foreseeable that even after pregnancy and childbirth, the enlarged nipple would quickly return to its current shape after the breastfeeding period. This was their privilege, which was above the limitations of the human body.
"There's no way to compare…" Yuka moaned ecstatically, her nipples erect with excitement under his fingertips. "As expected… as expected, my own kind is the best. Oh… you… you're just touching me like this, and I… I'm already soaking wet. Oh my god…"
Naga felt a great sense of satisfaction at having overcome the subtle emotions of the other woman's husband. He somewhat understood the mentality of handsome men who were obsessed with seducing married women for illicit affairs. He cupped her breasts in his hand, the fullness of which he could not fully grasp changing shape under his palm. "Aren't you afraid of your husband finding out?"
He knew the answer, of course, but saying it at this moment would make him feel especially excited, and he would definitely say something similar again when he ejaculated inside her.
That would be worthy of the adult games on his computer that had accompanied him through countless days and nights, helping him conceive all sorts of erotic scenarios.
"It's okay... You can do whatever you want to me, I'm not afraid." Yuka tilted her head back, her rosy lips pressed against the base of his penis, her misty eyes gazing at him hazily. As she spoke, her moving lips gently rubbed against the veins on the base. "Whatever I say, Taisuke will believe; whatever I do, Taisuke won't be angry. Your wife is like that too, isn't she? Hehe..."
The final laugh seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm, but Naga magnanimously ignored it. He swayed his hips back and forth, letting his penis twitch against the face of the married woman in front of him, "Do you often lick your husband like this?"
She stuck out her tongue, skillfully caressing the glans with the tactile sensation of her tongue, and mumbled, "Only when I'm in a good mood, or when he licks me very comfortably."
"Uh...so good!" Naga wanted to say something more lewd to enhance the atmosphere of playing with the married woman, but the feeling from his lower body was too sweet, and he forgot what to say for a moment. He just instinctively grabbed Yuka's hair and pulled her down to his crotch.
Yuka obediently buried her face between his legs, pressing her cheek against the thick pubic hair, and licked the erect penis from the side, following the bulging veins. She served him carefully and attentively, as if the penis in front of her actually belonged to her husband.
"Ah...so good, so good!" Yuka cried out happily, her hands grabbing through Naga's hair, her half-naked body writhing in response to his kisses. "It feels so good! There, there too...my nipples, my nipples too!"
Kissing Yuka's smooth and delicate skin, smelling the scent of her perfume mixed with her body fragrance, Naga couldn't wait to unbuckle her belt and pull down her conservative trousers.
The panties were a matching lace style with the bra. Naga, who had originally planned to use her mouth to serve her, found that her endurance was not enough to last until then. When she saw the outline of her mons pubis and the clear wetness around the bottom of the semi-transparent panties, her swollen penis began to protest strongly.
"No... I can't wait any longer!" Naga unbuckled his belt, hurriedly took off his lower clothes and threw them on the coffee table, then knelt down and hugged Yuka's buttocks, pulling his underwear down to his ankles in one go.
Whether it was her natural disposition or something she had done, her exposed, white mons pubis was almost entirely devoid of dark skin and hair, except for a small patch of fine downy hair that gave it a youthful appearance that contrasted sharply with her full breasts. The downy hair grew sparsely in the area above her clitoris.
The labia majora, thick and plump, close together, hold the soft petals in the center, making the entire vulva look like a pinkish-white peach with a slit in the middle that shows a tender red color.
At the bottom of the gap, the transparent love honey was overflowing, and when the panties were torn open, a thin silver thread was even pulled out.
Yuka lifted her legs and spread them apart. Her panties were tucked into a ball around one ankle. One of her shoes had been pulled off by her pants, and the other was still hanging on her toes. Apart from that, her body was completely naked, and her wet vulva was completely exposed to all protection.
The same impatience also surged through Naga's mind. This post-evolutionary pleasure made his still-unresponsive consciousness feel numb and uncomfortable. He gripped his penis and pressed forward, but his trembling hand veered off course and slid to the small red bean at the tip of his mons pubis.
Yuka jolted violently as if she'd been electrocuted, gripping his wrists tightly with both hands, staring at him with almost obsessive fervor. "Oh my god... come in quickly! I... I'm going crazy! Come on... come on!"
"Your husband has never seen you so lewd." Naga chuckled, suppressing the urge to thrust all the way in. "You're being too vague. Where do you want to go in?"
"My pussy! I want it so badly inside... ahh, I want it so badly! Don't rub... don't rub it on top, there... there, let me do it, you... you hurry up and come into my pussy." She hooked her toes around his neck, her cheeks flushed as brightly as if she had stage makeup on. It seemed that this was the first time she had tasted this pleasure that transcended human senses. The hunger in her eyes made Naga suspect that if he delayed any longer, she would angrily bite him up and devour him piece by piece.
And he really couldn't hold back any longer. The vaginal opening, which was constantly secreting honey, was like a magical vortex, strongly attracting his lingering penis outside the hole. He rubbed it one last time on the clitoris that was completely exposed from the foreskin, and then thrust it into the very end of the already soaked honey pot of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Hayami family in one go.
"Ah, ahh... Oh my god!" Yuka's upper body suddenly sprang up, her breasts heaving violently like a white rabbit. She clung tightly to Naga's neck, not caring about the soundproofing of the private room, and screamed out in a sharp, high-pitched voice.
Naga couldn't help but roar out. An indescribable pleasure, completely different from ordinary sex, erupted the moment the penis pierced through him, dominating every muscle in his body and making him frantically follow his instincts, thrusting rapidly into Yuka's tender honey pot.
The clear love fluid was immediately stirred into a foamy, viscous liquid, which was squeezed out from the point of intercourse with the rapid thrusting of the male body, flowing over Yuxiang's fair and smooth buttocks and all the way to the leather sofa.
He threw all his skills, patience, and so-called gentleness to the back of his mind. The only thing he still knew was to pull out, insert, pull out, insert... He had long forgotten that he was playing with someone else's wife. He only remembered that she was his kind, a female of the same kind who was chosen because of her talent and was at a higher level on the evolutionary tree.
The intense movements gradually pushed their bodies beyond the limits of the sofa space. First, Yuka's buttocks were dangling in the air, then Naga's right knee slid down. He still couldn't bear to stop, one foot on the ground and the other kneeling on the sofa, holding her thigh and continuing his assault.
"From, from behind..." Yuka said anxiously, getting up and bending over to lie on the sofa. Her plump buttocks, which had two red marks from rubbing against each other, were sticking up, and her wet slits swayed slightly with her buttocks.
Naga immediately stood up, kicked the coffee table away, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust into her hard from behind.
"Oh... harder! Harder... fuck me to death..." Yuka cried out lewdly, her taut inner thighs spasming with Naga's rhythmic thrusts, her buttocks muscles clenching with each stroke.
With the intense impact, Yuka, whose legs were weak, lost her balance and collapsed onto the sofa. Her body gradually moved forward until her entire upper body leaned against the back of the sofa, and she knelt down, sticking out only her round buttocks to endure Naga's fierce thrusts.
This bestial act of intercourse lasted for seventeen or eighteen minutes, accompanied by Yuka's high-pitched moans, until both of them reached orgasm one after the other.
Yuka's flower buds contracted violently, and with the sucking pleasure brought by the contraction, Naga's accumulated pleasure burst forth all at once. Thick semen gushed out in an unprecedented amount, not only filling the entire honey pot, but also overflowing into a sticky puddle, flowing down her trembling and twitching thighs.
Neither of them spoke, only breathing heavily. Their heartbeats and breathing rhythms gradually synchronized, creating a strange sense of tacit understanding that echoed between their tightly pressed bodies.