During Ayame Takamine's climax, a large amount of nectar surged out, drenching the tip of Ethan's behemoth with a tingling sensation. The dense, soft, and tender flesh tightly wrapped around the shaft. But Ethan endured this soul-melting constriction, continuing to thrust in the beautiful girl's warm, tight, rosy cave.
The pink-haired, big-breasted beauty panted weakly, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, an expression of pain on her face.
Ethan stopped his movements, a look of tender affection on his handsome face.
"Sis' Ayame, what's wrong?"
Ayame Takamine let out a soft "Mmm," and said shyly, "It hurts..."
Ethan kissed her, then smiled naughtily. "Really? I don't recall you being so fragile."
Ayame Takamine's face flushed slightly. She was gasping and whimpering.
"No... no more... Mom... Mom is watching... I... I don't want to become like Sayuri..."
Ethan thrust several times vigorously. The enormous tip breached her flower-palace and ground around in the sacred, tender space for a moment, causing the pink-haired beauty to have another small climax. Only then did he reluctantly withdraw.
He rolled over, pulled out his large flesh rod, reached out to pull the beautiful girl into his embrace, and kissed her deeply on the lips.
"Alright, since this is Sis' Kasumi's fault, then next... Sis' Kasumi, the trouble you've caused is yours to solve."
Ayame Takamine felt a moment of regret for not receiving the hot essence, but seeing her mother so close, the shame outweighed her lust, which had cooled considerably after her climax.
She hugged Kasumi Takamine from behind, her slender hands caressing the pair of snow-white giant breasts that had once nourished her and Sayuri Takamine.
The beautiful, mature widow had been hot and restless watching Ethan and her daughter's passionate dual cultivation.
Compared to Ayame Takamine, who appeared open but was actually thin-skinned, she was just as obsessed with this matter as Sayuri.
No, it should be said that my elder daughter, Ayame Takamine, inherited my external personality, while my younger daughter, Sayuri Takamine, inherited my true inner nature.
Using the pink-haired, big-breasted beauty's action as an excuse, Kasumi Takamine let out a soft "Mmm," her snow-white, voluptuous body collapsing entirely into Ethan's arms.
"Little Ethan... kiss me..."
Ethan kissed her lightly. "Sis' Kasumi, be prepared."
Kasumi Takamine was about to respond when her seductive eyes suddenly widened. "Oh! Little Ethan... you're so naughty! Slow down... Mmm..."
The hot behemoth, with Ayame Takamine's help, had already pressed against the entrance of her wet, tender honey-hole.
Being sandwiched between her daughter and adopted son, Kasumi Takamine's breathing became rapid and shallow.
Ethan constantly kissed her earlobe, whispering softly in her ear: "Sis' Kasumi, Auntie Kasumi... Mother-in-Law... Mom Kasumi..."
As he spoke increasingly provocative titles, he moved the behemoth back and forth, repeatedly rubbing against the entrance of the hot, slick flower-valley.
The mature, beautiful widow anxiously twisted her slender waist, trying to swallow the hot behemoth and soothe the ache and heat in her body.
"Little Ethan... hurry... hurry and come in... I want you..."
Ethan buried his head, kissing Kasumi Takamine's beautiful breast peaks, lightly sucking the luscious bud at the tip.
The tender bud was already erect, like a ripe little grape, tasting slightly sweet in his mouth. Ethan constantly licked and sucked the cute bud.
The tip of his penis felt Kasumi Takamine's sensitive flower-valley becoming increasingly moist and slick. He tentatively thrust forward. The tight passage was easily parted, then immediately clamped down again, as if welcoming a distinguished guest.
Kasumi Takamine lay weakly in Ethan's embrace, her smooth, beautiful legs entwining his. She let out a low sigh and moan.
Ethan hugged her slender waist and thrust hard. More than half of the behemoth squeezed in.
Kasumi Takamine moaned, wrapping her arms around Ethan's waist. "It reached the top, so deep... don't go in any further..."
The sensitive tip felt the biting suction of her flower-palace entrance. Ethan's heart stirred, unable to suppress the desire to fully conquer the sacred flower-palace of the pure widow.
He thrust his hips slightly. The enormous tip struck the entrance of the flower-palace, eliciting muffled groans from Kasumi Takamine.
"Sis' Kasumi... Sis' Ayame and Sis' Sayuri can both take it all. See..."
Ayame Takamine panted softly, subconsciously looking at their joining point. Sure enough, three to four centimeters of the shaft was exposed to the air.
"Mmm... how can it be so big... I... I can't... if you go in any further, I'll die..."
Her face was crimson, her final words barely a whisper.
"But... Ayame and Sayuri can do it... I... I want to try too..."
Ethan thrust his hips. The behemoth's tip broke through the layers of tender vaginal flesh and plunged straight onto the flower-heart. The warm, tight, enveloping sensation made him shiver comfortably.
"Sis' Kasumi, don't worry, I have experience. The first time might be a bit uncomfortable, but after that, it will feel very good."
Yesterday, fearing he might hurt the widow who hadn't been intimate for over a decade, Ethan had held back. Now, he could finally complete the last step he hadn't taken yesterday.
Compared to the girl's delicate body, the mature, voluptuous body was indeed easier to open up. Ethan plunged deep into Kasumi Takamine's flower-valley with force, the tip striking her flower-heart squarely with every thrust.
Gradually, the behemoth sank deeper and deeper, and the exposed part grew smaller.
Kasumi Takamine's eyes were seductive like spring water, her nose covered in fine sweat. Transparent, sticky nectar flowed down her snow-white thighs.
"Be gentler... can you be gentler... Ah... Little Ethan... too forceful, ah..."
Her mature body was stimulated by these deep thrusts, causing her to cry out with shy, alluring tones. She involuntarily spread her legs wider, her hands tightly hugging Ethan's waist.
Ethan plunged deep into her tight honey-hole, supporting her round, perky buttocks with his hands, making her pale flower-valley more prominent. Her thigh muscles tensed rigidly, supporting the ferocious thrusting of little Ethan.
The insertion of the behemoth slightly depressed her honey-hole. The rapid withdrawal brought out droplets of nectar from their point of union, splashing onto the bedsheet.
"Ah, ah... so... so comfortable?... Ah..."
Kasumi Takamine's uninhibited moans, the fleshy sound of skin colliding, and the squelching sound of their lower bodies grinding formed an enticing symphony.
She tightly embraced Ethan. Her smooth legs, coordinating with her body's undulations, rubbed against Ethan's body. Her soft hands pressed down on Ethan's taut buttocks.
Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze swirling with seductive allure. Her long, thick eyelashes constantly fluttered, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, yet her face showed the joyous passion of spring. Her rosy lips appeared vivid and tender.
The behemoth, heavily coated in nectar, fiercely assaulted Kasumi Takamine's snow-white, voluptuous body. The beautiful widow could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"Ah... ah, good... slow down, ah..."
She moaned haphazardly, her fingers tightly grasping Ethan's back. The full, mature breasts on her beautiful body pressed against Ethan's chest with the thrusting motion.
Ayame Takamine was not idle. To lessen her mother's suffering, she constantly moved her slender fingers and tender tongue over Kasumi Takamine's sensitive points on her back.
The pink-haired, big-breasted beauty occasionally used her delicate, fragrant tongue to lick the beautiful wife's snowy neck, sometimes blew air into her flushed ears, and occasionally sucked and licked her crystalline, jade-like earlobe.
She also used her slender, jade hands to roam over Kasumi Takamine's delicate body, her right index finger constantly touching and probing the tender anal flower.
With virtually all sensitive points simultaneously assaulted, Kasumi Takamine, as a mother, had never experienced such intensity. Her mature body completely went limp, letting her adopted son have his way with her.
Ethan used both hands to lift her smooth, muscular, perky buttocks, raising her flower-valley high, forcefully impacting the slightly opened flower-palace entrance.
Little Ethan felt the narrow passage contract with each thrust. The inner gate opened, sucking the tip. Seizing the opportunity, Ethan thrust with all his might. The smooth, enormous tip broke through the barrier, completely entering the sacred flower-palace.
"Ah..."
Kasumi Takamine first let out a cry of surprise. A look of pain crossed her flushed face. As the behemoth fully entered, the thirty-something, seductive widow seemed to undergo a second deflowering.
But soon, with the in and out movement of the behemoth, she felt an unprecedented pleasure. Her small hands felt the contours of the behemoth through a layer of membrane. The sheer joy of being completely filled assaulted Kasumi Takamine's mind.
Her tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed. Unprecedented pleasure took the highest ground. Her beautiful body began to tremble. One uncontrollable shiver after another accompanied intense pleasure releasing through her body.
"Don't stop... don't stop... Ah, it's coming?... Ah..."
Kasumi Takamine arched her snow-white neck, her curly chestnut hair cascading like water. Her fingers fiercely dug into Ethan's muscle.
The force, strong enough to draw blood and bruise an ordinary person, could only barely leave red marks on Ethan's firm body.
Ethan thrust excitedly and powerfully. The hot, thick behemoth deeply penetrated the sacred flower-palace. The smooth tip constantly rotated and ground against the tender palace walls, sending the trembling mature body to a higher wave crest.