"Hah... Hah..."
Mrs. Summer's breathing was ragged, her mind completely flustered by the teasing. Her frantic heartbeat was so loud that Alex, embracing her from behind, could clearly hear it, indicating just how nervous the wife was.
Dazedly, her clothes slowly slid off, revealing her full, graceful body, completely naked before Alex. She was an exquisite beauty, like something sprung from a painting, and every movement was an invitation to sin.
Her rosy nipples pulsed with excitement, and the secreted juices below dripped steadily. The beautiful wife was clearly struggling to hold back. However, the cool air on her skin brought her back to her senses. Looking down at her exposed body, two scarlet clouds drifted across her face.
"M-My Master..."
She caught the naughty hand that was roaming her body, mumbling softly.
"What is it?" The hand Alex was holding didn't move or pull away. He continued to breathe near the beautiful wife's ear, leaving a trail of love bites on her fair, slender neck. The scratch marks on her skin spoke volumes of the intensity of their previous passion.
The faint glow emanating from the heart-shaped pink control mark added an air of bewitching seduction to the married woman, making her look like a succubus pulled straight from a hentai manga.
"Should we g-go back to the room? I feel like being here is..."
"It's perfectly fine here. It's not like anyone is going to interrupt us," Alex replied, delicately fondling Mrs. Summer's ample, upturned breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together. He watched the undulations and the deep cleavage, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of milk.
"Besides, your husband is away on a business trip and won't be back for a while, right?"
Hearing him mention her husband, Mrs. Summer's body shivered violently, her trembling breasts and ample hips rippling. Her pupils contracted as the guilt of being with a man other than her husband spread through her body.
Yet, coupled with that guilt was a strange excitement. Especially when she thought of her husband's inadequacy, she felt even less inclined to resist Alex's touches and caresses—which was the source of Mrs. Summer's deepest guilt.
But... at least Elara wasn't joining them. The guilt wasn't quite as overwhelming. Even though she had served him alongside her daughter before, and perhaps couldn't escape it in the future, she felt momentarily relieved.
"And, Mrs. Summer, you promised me you would make me feel good."
Mrs. Summer swayed, her legs turning soft. She quickly grabbed the back of the sofa for support, leaning forward and turning slightly to face the boy behind her. The way he spoke sounded just like a child demanding candy.
"Mmm, I know... I will make my Master very comfortable. I won't go back on my word," Mrs. Summer licked her vibrant red lips. Taking a deep breath, she twisted her lithe body to face Alex directly, exposing her full thighs and smooth, sexy abdomen—all her mature allure laid bare before him.
Torn between shame and continuous pleasure, the beautiful wife gazed with watery eyes at the smiling boy, the boy who had claimed her, the man who made her sink deeper into addiction.
Slowly, she knelt down. Her small hands searched his waist, unbuckling his belt and gradually pulling down his pants. Once the constraint was gone, his monstrous member sprang out before her.
She had seen it many times, but it still startled her.
She carefully peeked at the motionless Alex, who seemed to be waiting for her to make the next move. The beautiful wife immediately understood. She reached out and tentatively touched him, stroking him a few times, then extended her tongue to begin a light lick from the base, gradually working her way up.
Her pink mouth slightly gasped. After licking for a moment, she used her hands to lift her full breasts, sandwiching him between them. Her hands pressed the soft tissue on either side, squeezing them together while rubbing him up and down.
As she did so, she opened her small mouth and extended her tongue, allowing her saliva and juices to drip down the head of his massive erection. Only after it was wet did she take him in, beginning to suck and tease him deeply.
The entire process was incredibly skillful. This kind of meticulous, perfect, and all-encompassing service truly was a wonderful enjoyment. Even though the hypnosis was gone, these motions had already been burned into Mrs. Summer's muscle memory.
The realization made the wife's heart ache with complexity.
Yet, she found that her body was craving her Master, craving his affection... The floor beneath her full thighs was becoming steadily wet as fluids continued to seep out.
"Gulp... Kiss, Mmm... My Master," the wife tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, peering at him carefully while sucking. The movement was incredibly seductive. She spoke vaguely, "Is this good?"
"It feels wonderful, Summer."
"...Hurry, cum out. Right into my mouth, gushing—"
Summer, what are you saying? You're so shameless. You sound like a depraved woman.
Alex wasn't just comforting her; he genuinely felt amazing. The wife's technique was outstanding. Among all his women, only Mrs. Mira could compare. Even Chiara, who had been developed early, couldn't match the wife.
Skilled, meticulous, and expert in technique.
Was this the unique flavor of a mature woman?
Alex's expression was unchanged, but he let out a groan through his nose. He took the married woman's head in his hands, thrusting deep into her warm, tight throat. His body shuddered, and he violently released his load.
"Ugh... Cough, cough."
Clutching her mouth, Mrs. Summer coughed a few times, swallowing everything. When she finally recovered and saw his member still standing before her, showing no sign of softening, her heart clenched.
...He's a monster.
She knew Alex's power and understood that one round wouldn't satisfy him, but she couldn't help but be shocked. He was so... energetic. Is this what it means to be young?
Oh no, my body is getting wet again... Mrs. Summer desperately fought the craving of her own eager body, but the fluids continued to secrete and ooze.
"That felt amazing, Summer," Alex exhaled slowly, reaching out to stroke the long hair of the beautiful woman kneeling before him, treating her like his little pet, his darling.
But his smile was gentle. He bent down and hugged her lightly. "Ah, now I can't imagine being without you. Summer, you're too much, making me so addicted."
"..."
Mrs. Summer bit her soft, cherry-red lips until they left teeth marks, clenching her fists tightly. She desperately wanted to tell herself these were just empty words, but... why did her heart feel so happy?
Summer, you're not a young girl anymore. Why are you falling for this so easily?
"Summer, you made me comfortable just now. Now it's my turn to return the favor," Alex said, pinching her soft, resilient cheek. "Be good, spread your legs."
Mrs. Summer was like a tamed creature. No matter how much she protested internally, her body uncontrollably parted her legs, opening her most intimate, beautiful garden, silently welcoming her Master's entry.
Even the protest in her heart was slowly melting away, disappearing.
The moment he entered her depths without hindrance, Mrs. Summer moaned in pure satisfaction. The woman closed her eyes, finally understanding that she could no longer escape Alex.
Even if he let her go, even if he didn't want her, she... she wouldn't be able to forget him.
Her body and her soul had thoroughly become her Master's.
Upstairs, Elara hadn't returned to her room. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, one hand covering her mouth, the other inside her pants, her body trembling.
Downstairs in the living room, Mrs. Summer had expected Alex's usual furious storm, but his dominant yet tender thrusts within her body slowly allowed her heart to sink into sweet surrender.
Ring—
When Mrs. Summer saw her phone light up with her husband's incoming call, the wife paused, then closed her eyes with a complex expression and hung up the phone.
"Mr. Summer?" Alex noticed the call, leaning in and whispering softly.
"Mmm..."
"Summer, you are mine."
He said it plainly.
The exquisite wife looked at Alex with a hint of melancholy in her eyes. She wrapped her limbs around his back, holding the boy tightly. Her myriad unspoken words turned into a long sigh, and she softly replied, "Yes, Alex, I am yours..."