Chapter 1350: Bowed and Braced (r-18)

Phei stayed seated on the bed with his legs open under her... Sienna leaned back off his chest until her spine drew into a bow that lifted her high, firm tits and left her nipples tight and pink in the air between them.

She planted both hands on the mattress behind her where his thighs spread, so all her weight sat on her arms and the place where they joined lay wide open in front of his eyes like she had served it to him on a plate.

From this angle her slim waist looked even smaller; goddess-cut and already shaking while her flower sat split over his dark crown so he could see every pink inch of her and his thick shaft waiting under it, wet and veined and honestly kind of ridiculous next to her.

She rolled her waist in one deep, slow circle and then drove down, and his crown forced her pussy open into a tight ring that stretched around his tip and then around his veined shaft as she took him to the wall her body would not pass.

The rest of his cock stayed outside her, wet against her lips, and his balls drew up under the honey she spilled onto him.

Her divine juice ran down his leftover length in a thin river and painted his shaft and his balls while her pussy locked halfway down him and fluttered like it was still trying to work out what had just happened to it.

"Ahh—Phei—"

She drew her waist back and he watched his cock come out of her coated in her juice from his swollen crown down over every vein, her ring dragged along him until only his head still held her open, and her inner walls kept their grip on his tip like they refused to give him up.

Her honey stretched in a shining string from her hole to his slit and broke, and her little pussy mouth stayed gape-pink around his cockhead for one blink before it tried to close.

She drove down again before he had even finished looking, and her ring swallowed him back to the same wall, and his leftover length pressed into her soaked lips while his balls kissed the mess that ran out of her.

Half his cock was buried in her tight cave and the other half of his shaft stood out against her clit, thick and wet with her river, because she still could not take all of him, and her face said she was furious about it and loving it at the same time.

"Haaah... husband, you’re so—"

Phei’s hands closed on her waist firmly, and when she drove down the next time he thrust so hard up to meet her, so his cock punched back to her wall in the same moment her ass met his thighs in a wet slap, and the buried half of him sat in a clutch so tight and so drenched he felt her flutter all along his shaft while the inches she could not take throbbed against her.

Her tits shook with the impact and her nipples stayed hard in the air between them, her violet eyes watered, and her pussy squeezed his mid-shaft so hard he felt her grip travel up into his leftover length.

She kept her hands braced behind her and her back stayed bowed, and he watched her stomach flex and her tits shift with every roll, and the bow of her never broke, not once, because she was a goddess and apparently even getting fucked stupid was something she intended to do with perfect posture.

"Mmh—yes. Again. Please do it again, Phei."

So they did it again.

She rolled her waist through him, and he moved with her on the way out so the withdrawal belonged to both of them, and he felt her cunt hold him the whole way, tight and shaking and wet, until his crown tugged at her entrance and her lips clung to it.

Her pussy dragged up his veined shaft inch by inch while her honey shone on every ridge of his cock, until only his dark crown kept her open.

Then they came back in together, and the slap of her ass on his thighs landed right under his thrust, and his balls swung up into the wet she had left all over him, and he stayed there a moment buried to her limit with her pussy pulsing around him and the long rest of his cock standing out of her where both of them could see it.

A river of divine juice spilled around her stuffed ring and ran down his unused length onto his balls.

"Oh gods— Haaahh— husband, I can— you—"

Phei’s fingers dug into her waist and he kept them in the same rhythm on purpose while her arms trembled on the mattress behind his legs and she took him again, down to her wall, his crown pushed as far as her body allowed and the veins of his shaft disappeared only as far as she could stand before the rest of him lay thick and shining against her cunt.

Her thighs shook against his open legs and her slim stomach pulled tight each time his leftover cock slapped her petals.

He drew back with her and watched her ring drag up his veins and open around his crown, and then he thrust as she drove, and the wet slap came again, and her cunt closed on him so hard his breath broke at the sight of his own cock half lost inside her and half not.

Her pussy had taken his crown and half his shaft and still left a long stretch of him outside, wet with her honey, and it throbbed against the place it could not enter.

"Phei—Phei... you’re not even—I can’t take all of you, why can’t I take all of you—"

"Its frustrating you, huh, Goddess—"

Her violet eyes found his and held, then dropped; she wanted watch it the whole stretch of her pussy around him and the length of him that would not fit, and her waist never stopped.

She rolled him through another drive and he met it and the slap landed and her juice ran over his balls and her tits rose and fell with the bow of her back while her hands stayed planted where his legs spread, and the rhythm just went on and on, one deep taking and one deep withdrawal and then another, with his grip on her waist guiding every meeting so they struck her wall together each time.

Every drop stuffed her pussy around his thick cock until her body refused the rest, and every rise left his shining shaft dragged out of her tight pink ring with her divine juice strung after it.

"Mmh... don’t stop. Husband, please, don’t you dare stop—"

He thrust with her through the next one and felt the difference in her right away: her cunt wetter, her grip softer for one breath and then fierce again when his crown pressed the place she could not pass.

He held her there on the press while her thighs shook against his legs and her ass stayed flush to him and his leftover cock pulsed against her soaked folds. Her pussy fluttered around his mid-shaft and a fresh river of honey spilled over his unused inches.

She drew off along his hands and he went with her until only his crown kept her stretched, and he saw her gape around it, pink and shining, before she took him back and her ring slid down his veins and stopped where it always stopped.

Her hole closed on half his cock and left the rest of his shaft standing between them, thick and veined and soaked in her.

"Ahh—ahh—Phei, faster, I need you faster—"

Only after that last slow meeting did her waist start to drive shorter, and Phei matched the quicker fall without giving up his seat, his hands still on her, his cock still showing her the same truth on every stroke: crown and veins and the long stretch left outside.

When she came down he thrust up harder and the wet slap sharpened, and her pussy flashed its grip on the way out and sealed around him on the way in while her juice splashed his stomach and her arms shook on the mattress, and still she did not lift her hands, stubborn to the very end.

Her tits bounced with the shorter drives and her nipples stayed tight while her pussy milked the buried half of his cock and slapped his leftover length on every meeting.

"Yes—yes, husband, right there, harder, make love to me harder—"

Phei stopped waiting on her roll and drove up into her while she shoved her hips down to meet him, and the pace turned loud, the crack of her ass on his thighs right inside every stroke and the tight clutch of her cunt that took his buried half and failed the rest.

His crown battered her limit. His veins shone on every withdrawal.

His balls slapped up into the mess between them. She took it bowed and braced, and her moans landed inside the thrusts instead of after them, because there wasn’t any after anymore.

Phei watched her pussy open and close around his thick shaft in a wet blur while her honey frothed white around her ring and his leftover cock beat against her clit, because she still could not swallow all of him.

"Phei! Ahh—Phei, Phei—"