Vincent was filled with questions when he heard someone speaking again.
He immediately listened intently, wanting to know why.
The moment Vincent woke up, Zhao Tianhao noticed.
A handsome smile curved his lips; he thought, "The main show is about to begin."
With that thought, Zhao Tianhao picked up Nuolan, placed her on the large bed, and lifted her skirt.
What came into view was almost transparent black lace panties, with a small wet patch showing at the crotch.
"You little slut, is it because your husband is in the room? Feeling excited? Your master hasn't even fucked you yet, and you're already soaking wet, wearing such sexy lingerie. Who are you trying to seduce?"
"Seduce Master!"
Nuolan bent over, cooperating with Zhao Tianhao as he removed her panties.
Hearing the familiar voice, Vincent couldn't believe that the woman speaking was his wife.
Even though they were about to divorce, they weren't divorced yet.
Nuolan had cheated on him.
This thought instantly enraged Vincent.
Few men could withstand such a thrill.
And his wife, that slut, actually called her lover "master."
Divorce! A divorce was necessary.
Nuolan laughed wantonly, wrapping her legs around Zhao Tianhao's waist and curling them towards her body.
Zhao Tianhao caressed her vulva while rubbing his erect penis against her genitals.
Nuolan anxiously pulled Zhao Tianhao's hand to her breasts, her eyes gleaming with desire, hinting at his advances.
As his wet, melting flower was penetrated, the friction between his glans and her sensitive flesh created a pleasure that made Nuolan shake her head, her hair flying, her nails digging into Zhao Tianhao's arms. Without any restraint, she cried out.
"Ah, Master, it's in, so big, so full, mmm, so good, ah."
The loud, wanton moans echoed in the bedroom.
Vincent couldn't believe his wife, the woman so gentle and alluring in bed, could be so wanton and shameless in bed.
Anger drove Vincent to madness. He opened his mouth and cursed, "You two adulterers, you'll die a horrible death! Let me go! I'm going to kill you! Nuolan, you slut, you're a whore, fuck your mother..."
Vincent cursed, wanting to get up immediately and kill them both. Gentle and refined? To hell with that! He just wanted to kill this adulterous couple.
Hearing Vincent's cries, Zhao Tianhao felt nothing; instead, he thrust even harder.
Nuolan, suddenly hearing Vincent's voice, was startled, feeling as if her husband had caught her in bed with another man.
Later, she realized that she had only come to be cuckolded, so what was there to be afraid of?
Especially when she heard Vincent cursing her, spewing all sorts of nasty insults from his mouth.
Nuolan was also enraged.
Her moans grew louder, as if afraid Vincent wouldn't hear her.
"Ah, Master is so amazing, um, ah, I'm going to be fucked to death by Master, oh, so good, so much better than that good-for-nothing Vincent, ah, Master, you're so strong, ah, Vincent is a born cuckold, ah, harder, Master, fuck me hard, fuck me to death."
"Vincent, you idiot, this natural beauty, doesn't he know how to enjoy her? Then I'll just have to take care of his wife for him."
"Take care of your ass, you two bitches, you'll both die a horrible death..."
Vincent kept repeating the same two phrases, clearly used to feigning elegance.
He hadn't properly studied the profound culture behind it.
The narrow vagina gripped the large penis tightly, like lava flowing from a volcanic eruption, welcoming the relentless thrusts of the massive shaft.
Zhao Tianhao lifted Nuolan's beautiful legs, sucking on her taut, white toes through her stockings, his hips swaying violently, repeatedly pulling his penis to the entrance and then slowly inserting it.
"Ah, Master, so powerful, ah, um."
The bra strap slipped down to her arms with the vigorous movements, revealing her two full breasts, which swayed up and down with each thrust.
Nuolan grasped her swaying breasts and began to knead them herself.
Zhao Tianhao grabbed Nuolan's upturned buttocks with both hands and lifted her off the bed.
Nuolan wrapped her arms around Zhao Tianhao's neck, her voluptuous body clinging to him, her rounded thighs wrapped tightly around his waist and hips, her feet hooked together, toes pointing upwards.
Zhao Tianhao held Nuolan in mid-air, continuing his thrusts from below.
Zhao Tianhao tossed Nuolan's round, sexy buttocks up and down, the intense friction from the rise and fall sending immense pleasure through her delicate body.
Sometimes, Vincent's angry curses ceased, replaced only by the panting of a man and woman, and the sounds of their intercourse.
Perhaps Vincent had grown tired of cursing, or perhaps he knew he couldn't do anything to them.
The two were having a great time, completely ignoring him. He was like a clown; the angrier he became, the more excited they became.
Vincent changed his strategy. He decided to endure it, pretending to be tired of cursing, exhausted, and giving up the struggle.
Once they released him, he would definitely find someone to take revenge on those two.
Little did he know, Zhao Tianhao had no intention of letting Vincent live tonight.
Endure, endure, Vincent kept telling himself.
Although he didn't know how much time had passed, judging from the sounds of their intercourse, it had been quite a while.
Although he didn't want to admit it, this adulterer was indeed more capable than him.
And, as Vincent calmed down, he was horrified to find that his small penis was starting to harden.
He was getting hard listening to his wife and her lover's illicit sounds?
Vincent couldn't accept it, forcing himself not to think about it, not to listen to the sounds of the adulterous couple's intercourse.
Endure, endure.
Norlan's thighs suddenly clamped together, her body arching back in the air, streams of vaginal fluid dripping down her thighs and onto the floor from the intercourse of their penises.
Norlan, her phoenix eyes glazed, clung tightly to Zhao Tianhao, her uterine walls contracting strongly in waves, her clitoris pressing tightly against the glans. Zhao Tianhao knew she was about to climax.
Zhao Tianhao pinned Nuolan against the wall, supporting her legs with his strong arms. Her back was against the wall, her hands wrapped around her neck, and her legs draped over his shoulders, her toes tightly hooked together. The only point of contact between them was their genitals.
"Ah, Master, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, it's so intense, I'm about to come, I can't hold it, I'm going to fly, I'm going to cum, ah!"
Sensing Nuolan was about to climax, Zhao Tianhao pulled out his large penis, placed Nuolan on the bed, then lifted her from behind and, in a position like a child being held to urinate, thrust into her vagina.
Nuolan was immersed in the brink of orgasm, oblivious to the shame of this intimate position.
Completely immersed in desire, unable to extricate herself.
Zhao Tianhao roared as he rapidly thrust his hard penis in and out of her closed labia. His glans violently pounded against her cervix dozens of times, and feeling Nuolan's uterus spasm, Zhao Tianhao quickly moved to Vincent and pulled out his large penis. Just as Zhao Tianhao withdrew his large penis, Nuolan reached her climax.
Before Vincent could even wonder what was happening, as the sounds of their intercourse grew closer, he suddenly felt as if someone had splashed a glass of water on his face.
His entire face and mouth were covered in sticky, wet liquid.
Vincent instinctively tasted it; it was salty, fishy, and sticky.
"Ptooey, ptooey," Vincent spat and coughed repeatedly, "What? What did you pour out?"
Vincent asked.
Hearing his wife's pleasurable moans so close to his face, Vincent suddenly knew the answer.
This was that bitch's climax fluid?
Vincent had never imagined witnessing a woman's climax in this way. He had always thought it was just something he read online—his wife being fucked by her lover until she climaxed, her fluids spraying all over his face.
"I'll endure it?"
"I'll endure it?"
"Endure it my ass."
Vincent unleashed another torrent of abuse, utterly humiliating.
"You two bastards, you bitches, I'm going to kill you! Fuck you! Let me go, I'll fucking kill you!"
Vincent's impotent rage jolted Nuolan awake from her climax. Nuolan snapped back to reality and saw Zhao Tianhao thrusting into her in a position resembling a child being held to urinate. She was instantly overcome with shame.
Even though she knew Vincent couldn't see, she still felt ashamed. Especially hearing Vincent's angry curses and seeing the wetness on his face, she knew immediately that it was the result of her recent orgasm.