Chapter 151 – Swamp
It was a strange dream.
Ian was walking down a dark street and fell into something.
A wet swamp that drags your feet -.
At first, he thought it was just muddy water, but the swamp gradually slowed his steps-.
Before long, it began to swallow his feet whole.
He was a little scared, but Ian kept walking forward.
But at some point-.
He realized that everything from the waist down was swamped. He struggled to get free, but to no avail.
The swamp swallowed Ian bit by bit.
Very little- so totally-.
Ugh, ugh-
Ian’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes wide open, and he gasped for breath at the fact that he had escaped that terrible dream.
I see a familiar ceiling.
I touched my cool face with the palm of my hand, and I felt a slimy sensation from underneath.
A tickling yet hot feeling of touching one’s crotch…
No way···.
When I lifted the blanket up, sure enough, Monica was burying her face in his crotch again.
Betsy smiles and looks up at him with a pretty face. A wavy cock hair was hung from her lips…
The sight of it filled me with lust. Monica grins as she gulps down her saliva.
“Are you awake?”
“Huh···.”
Ian nodded his head inadvertently at her question, and belatedly – startled, quickly glanced at the bed next to him. I wondered if she was still awake.
However, Lily was not there.
“Why? Ah- Lily?”
Noticing where his gaze was heading, Monica murmured.
He said he was going to go for a walk. He’s probably with Seo-joon oppa-.
I was a little reassured by that statement.
The streets of the city at night must be dangerous, but my brother felt relieved. There was no way he would touch Lily, much less Lily who would not stand still just because he touched her.
As he relaxed and stretched her body, Monica slipped her pale gold sideburns over the back of her ear—sweeping Ian’s stiff prick with fine chalcedony.
From the tip of it, which was covered in her saliva and glistening, a clear pre-cum was already leaking out little by little. Gently rub the saliva dripping urethra with your thumb.
“Ugh-. Nu, sister…”
Every time Lily looked elsewhere, Monica would subtly play with his cock.
It must have been like that five or six times today. There were once or twice that my heart fluttered thanks to that.
But as I got used to that, even though I was afraid of getting caught, my cock stood still stiffer and my breath became rougher. The blood flow was tight.
The fear and worry of what would happen if they were found out had turned into thrilling pleasure.
It shouldn’t be like this, but it’s betraying Lily, even if you want to… Why should I notice when my husband enjoys what he should enjoy with his wife-? I thought.
To be honest, I just wanted to have fun. As Monica said – isn’t life too short to enjoy…
It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand Lily’s heart. If Lily met another man, he would have a deep scar on his heart.
But isn’t that what happened already?
By her own mistake, Monica became pregnant with his child, and she raised the wed to take responsibility for it. Honey and Monica have become a couple that can no longer be separated from each other.
So I thought it would be nice if she could understand a little bit.
At least, if Lily had been a little more skilled, she would have never done this in the first place…
“Ian? What else do you think?”
“Uh···?”
“Did you think of Lily again?”
When she didn’t dare to lie to her question, Monica squinted her eyes and slapped one of his balls with the palm of her hand.
Ugh-! Ian screamed and twisted her body. But the cock stiffened her back upright, dripping handfuls of her copper juice.
“When you’re with me, you should only look at me, Ian-. Huh?”
With her tears stinging – she grabbed him by the leaking collar and pulled him up – she pulled him straight to her bed. To the big bed where Lily and she sleep together-.
“Hey, this is Lily’s seat…”
“Your bed is too small. Let’s do it here, Ian. Huh···?”
Monica shoved him in the chest, knocking him over again so she couldn’t get up, and she climbed onto his back.
A hard erect cock rubbed against the flesh of her plump cunt. A stripped-down pussy without a single hair. Her bright red cunt squeezed hard against her cock, spreading the hot flesh all over the shaft of her cock.
Wow, ugh…
The cock spewed out clear pre-cum.
She looked at Ian, who was biting her lips while shaking her waist, as if she was cute, then put her long, slender fingers to his lips.
Tsk tsk-
It was the hand that had been touching his cock. Perhaps because of that, the taste of the finger was salty and sour. But far from feeling bad, I was just excited. Biting and sucking on her well-groomed fingers, her auburn eyes, clouded with her pleasure, look up at her.
Monica showed her white teeth and she smiled whitely, and she let her curls of blonde hair hang over his face. She then kissed her slowly. Chug- Chueup-
Before she knew it, she untied the knot in her trousers and pulled them down. Then he moved her waist around – aiming the stiff cock at his hole.
He even swallowed it. Very slowly-
“Eopp, haap…!”
Cock gets sucked in
The flesh hole that tightly tightens the winding cock from all sides. The cock remembered the flesh of her cunt. Saying that it was her own place-, saying that it was her own female-, she rubbed her cock pillar into the fleshy hole of pleasure that was tight and tight. The balls are quivering.
Haha-
Even though it felt good, it was so good. She stood with her mouth wide open, gasping for breath.
Monica looked down at him panting like a dog and slid her top off. Her thin waist and round shoulders were exposed in the pale moonlight. Then he even took off the nipple and threw it aside.
A white and attractive female body was exposed under the dim moonlight.
Ian gasped for her breath—his hand grabbed her tits, which filled her back and forth as she moved her waist. It was Malkan. It was soft like silk.
“Ian, can you make me feel better…?”
Before he could answer, Monica reached for a pillow lying next to her and covered it over his face.
“Down!”
Her breath caught in her throat, but her cock stiffened even more. As the view is blocked, the senses below become clearer. As his cock grew and her glans expanded – he could clearly feel the lumpy lining of her vagina.
Ha-ha-hu-uh-huh-be-Monica inhaled and exhaled her breath, barely, barely, between the pillows that Monica was pressing down on. Her pillow smelled like her lily. Ah, this is Lily’s pillow- I thought.
Her scent. I could feel her body temperature. But she’s not here. In her bed – she’s fucking with another woman.
Immoral mood -. Low feeling -. I feel like a dirty male bitch. I felt like a terrible beast, putting my lust where it should be – gasping for breath and craving pleasure instead of love.
The more he did, the more sensitive his cock was. Monica made up her mind and pressed her pillow with her two hands and started pounding her rice cake maker.
Every time she lifted her waist, the wet cunt sucked the cock. The gesture of begging her semen -. She squeezed her cunt as if the root of his cock was about to be pulled out, and then pulled it out again as Ian lifted her waist, gasping for breath that had been suppressed by her pillow.
More- more more-
Trying to get more pleasure, more gooey pleasure – more taste of her cunt – more penetration of his cock – her hips rose higher and higher.
Cheek-, tsk, tsk tsk, tzep-
The sound of water mixed with Monica’s rice cake maker. Haha—hot breath leaked out of her teeth. The vaginal hole that is getting tighter and tighter.
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Semen comes up from the balls. The semen soared up to the tip of the urethra. She clenched her teeth and tightened her sphincter, until the tip of her cock that was barely blocking it —.
Whispered Monica, pinching his pale pink nipples with her fingernails.
“Shut up- Ian! Inside me, in the deepest place-! Wrap it up…!”
At the sound of her sweet voice, Ian couldn’t stand it any longer and his sphincter tightened.
Beaureuleus-
The suppressed semen shot out with frightening intensity.
The semen was squeezed again from the balls that had already been emptied to reveal the bottom yesterday. Not even a single drop is left. Inside her, in the deepest place…
The pillow was removed from his face as he gasped for breath.
Ian’s face reddened, his tongue sticking out like a dog cooked in the scorching heat, gasping for breath. Monica looked down at him as if she was cute.
“Ian, do you love me…?”
Heo-eok heo-eok-Ian, who was exhaling, nodded his head with a light smile.
Then Monica asked again, shaking her head.
He held two of his balls in his hand and gently kneaded them—as if he was going to hurt them if he didn’t speak properly.
Keuuksss-, his back stabbed- rang. It felt like a mixture of fear and pleasure.
“Ian, do you love me? Than Lily? Am I more lovable? Huh?”
At her question—Ian choked on her throat, but at the touch of her grip on his balls—Ian groaned. After ejaculation had already finished, his penis, which had begun to sag, stood bulging like a lie.
“That, that…”
When Ian couldn’t answer, Monica whispered sweetly in his ear.
You’re not here anyway
Tell me, Ian. I say I love you-. Love me more…
Say you love me more than Lily.
Monica whispered those words, constantly squeezing her balls with her fists, spitting handfuls of her semen, and twirling the sensitive cock around her waist – squeezing it with her cunt flesh.
Ian, gasping hard like her dog, finally answered with a nod of her head.
“Huuuuu…! Sa, I love you! I love you noona…! Better than Lily…! I love you more than noona…!”
It was more like an animal cry than words. A low cry of pleasure.
Laughing at him, she let her golden hair hang over his face like a canopy and began a sloppy kiss. Then she slid her wet wet cunt up again – and she swallowed the cock.
Tseup-, tseup tsseot-
Monica started rocking her back and forth again.
Squeak–the bed frame let out a shallow shriek.
Inside her, the cock swelled to shoot her semen again.
Ian became a beast again, and began to pant like her dog, craving her pleasure.
It was a blonde woman on top who held the reins.
