Chapter 182 - 181: LiftingA Package

Chapter 182: Chapter 181: LiftingA Package

"Uhh... did you say something, Wen?" the uncle called out, pausing in his tracks down in the yard.

"Nothing, Uncle! I was just fascinated by the sheer tranquility of the village today," Owen replied effortlessly, his voice smooth, clear, and completely untroubled.

At the exact same moment, he placed a heavy, controlling hand on the back of Natalie’s head, pressing her face down as a thick wave of hot seed erupted from his shaft. It splattered across her flushed face, dripping past her chin, coating her full chest, and trailing down onto her bare stomach.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

"Suck my cock. Do it silently," Owen ordered in a low, barely audible whisper, ensuring his tone wouldn’t travel over the wooden ledge.

"Ahhn... the cum is all over my face... please don’t shove it in so deep," Natalie whimpered softly under her breath. She hurriedly set to work gulping down the warm, viscous fluid, her throat working hard to swallow the heavy volume all at once.

"Don’t complain, my devotee," Owen warned, his tone firm yet hushed. "Your husband is standing just a few meters away. If you make a sound, he’ll hear you."

Owen turned his attention back toward the older man in the dirt yard, maintaining a perfectly relaxed posture.

"Haha! It really is good to be a young man, Owen!" the uncle laughed, pausing beside his truck as he took a moment to contemplate his life. "I can tell you’re truly living it up. Sometimes being single isn’t bad at all."

"Are you saying you aren’t happy about being married, Uncle?" Owen asked, poking at the fire.

"Of course I am! My wife is everything to me," the farmer answered instantly, a soft, genuine warmth in his voice. "I couldn’t live a single day without her. I was just thinking about things, that’s all."

"That’s a wonderful way to live, Uncle. I love that," Owen said out loud, while his eyes looked down at the married woman eagerly licking his leaking shaft. Natalie heard every single word her husband spoke, yet she didn’t pause her mouth for a single second.

’Ahh... your devoted wife is sucking my dick as if she craves my cock far more than your love, Uncle,’ Owen thought, feeling a twisted sense of pity for the unsuspecting man. ’You’re standing right there uttering those sweet words, while she’s down on her knees savoring another man’s length all the way in.’

"Gulp it all down," Owen whispered, tapping her cheek lightly. "Suck my balls too, devotee. Show me your true sincerity through your mouth."

"Ahh... ahn... ahnn..." Natalie whimpered, her heart hammering against her ribs at twice its normal speed. ’Please just leave now, my dear... I don’t ever want you to know that I’m right here doing this...’

Despite the overwhelming guilt, the forbidden thrill drove her wild, prompting her to wrap her lips tightly around his tip and suck even harder.

"He won’t know—you know that," Owen murmured, stroking her hair. "Clean my shaft completely and don’t stop. You’re doing very well."

"Ahh... please don’t compliment me... I am so weak to compliments..." she whispered back meekly, opening her mouth wide once more to prepare for another deep throating.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Ahh, damn... that feels so good," Owen let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.

"What’s so good, Wen?" his uncle asked, noticing the young man close his eyes as if reaching some kind of personal peak.

"The scene, Uncle! The view from up here is just so damn good, I couldn’t help myself," Owen lied smoothly. He relaxed his posture against the railing, subtly adjusting his lower body as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Ahh... ahh... p-please... ahh... ahnn..." Natalie gagged softly, unable to speak clearly as Owen shoved his length far fiercer than before.

"Hold on, don’t make any more sounds," Owen whispered, pulling his shaft out of her wet mouth. The loud, wet friction was becoming far too noisy.

"Pwahh..." Natalie panted, wiping a strand of saliva from her lips. "Why did you pull it out?"

"So you want me to keep shoving it down your throat again?"

"I-I didn’t say that... I was just wondering."

"Say less," Owen cut her off softly. "We can’t risk it. Besides, I want to make good use of your other assets." He pointed casually toward the horizon, keeping his upper body positioned to distract the man down below.

"W-What kind of asset? Tell me what to do, Savior..." she asked, her mind completely surrender to his direction.

"You see those huge melons of yours? Use them," Owen instructed with a smirk. "A proper titty fuck while your husband is only inches away sounds pretty damn good."

"T-Titty fuck...? You mean... using my breasts to stroke your cock?" Natalie asked, her cheeks flushing hot. She had never used her chest during lovemaking before, making the concept entirely foreign to her.

"Yes, it’s called a titty fuck. Use your breasts—press both of them together using your palms inwardly while my dick is sandwiched in between," Owen guided, demonstrating and helping her position her heavy mounds. It would be a complete waste not to use them.

"L—Like this...?" Natalie followed his guidance, pressing her full chest inward. His massive twelve-inch cock easily penetrated through her mounds, the head almost touching her chin without her even needing to crane downward.

"Ahh, you’re so much more lewd with your husband standing right here," Owen teased, grinning down at her. "There’s no doubt about it—you wanted me to fuck you right in front of him."

"Ahn... ahn... ahnn! Don’t say that!" she protested quietly, her face red with shame. "I am not that kind of woman! I am doing this for the sole purpose of getting baptized! This isn’t because I wanted to do a bad deed in front of my husband... this is only a limited offer!"

"Say less and work fast. Stroke my cock. Spit some saliva on it to lubricate and make your job easier."

Stroke... stroke... stroke...

"Ahn... ahnn... this is driving me completely mad," Natalie whimpered, her hands working furiously as her heavy tits slid up and down his shaft. "Is my husband still around?" She hadn’t heard his voice in a moment.

"He’s over at the front of the truck lifting one last package," Owen reported, looking over the barrier. "I don’t know what it is, but he’s putting all his effort into it."

"Ahh... ahn... thank goodness," Natalie breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, a mouthful of saliva dripping down onto his shaft. "I can’t focus properly when he’s talking..."

Stroke... stroke... stroke...

"He’s going to come back around soon," Owen warned, reaching down to grab her shoulders firmly. "Be fast and make me cum again. Don’t try to slack off."

"Suck the tip while you squeeze him with your tits," Owen commanded, guiding her head down toward his throbbing length once more.