Chapter 330 - 336

"Ngn... ahn, don’t act like such a kid..." Silvia groaned, unable to stop another wave of breathless moans from escaping her lips. The way Quinn nursed at her chest was entirely different from anything she had ever experienced.

’Why isn’t this painful... ahn, it actually feels so incredible. Quinn is sucking my nipples as if he’s tenderly caring for my entire body... how can a man be this shamelessly good at it?’ Silvia’s mind raced as she instinctively compared Quinn to her legal husband. That man was painfully bland, utterly lacking in passion, and rarely ever showed any real interest in intimacy.

Their marriage had been built on pure, chaste love... but not every woman actually thrives on vanilla affection, and Silvia was definitely one of those exceptions. Deep down, she had always desperately craved a hard, rough pounding... but she had never dared to voice it.

’Ahh... just this once. Let me indulge in this one terrible mistake...’ Silvia thought, her fingers softening as she gently caressed Quinn’s hair, treating him almost like a good, obedient boy.

"Sup... sup... are you feeling relaxed now, Madam?" Quinn asked curiously, pausing for a moment to gauge her sudden, surprisingly bold cooperation.

’Hehe, so you were just starved for affection all along... I’ll make sure to fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging for another round every single time I come over to heal your husband. That’s got to be the ultimate payment... yeah, definitely,’ Quinn plotted, figuring out the absolute best way to completely break down and conquer this high-ranking MILF.

"Ahh... what a bizarre way to ask a question like that... don’t say such things out loud... ahn... ahn... ah," she gasped, her grip tightening instinctively around his thick shaft as her hand continued its steady, hypnotic rhythm down below.

’Just how long is it going to take for him to cum? It’s been nearly five minutes, yet he shows no signs of finishing at all... and my stomach is already coated with a thick layer of his pre-cum,’ Silvia thought with a jolt of shock.

Sup... sup... "Please answer me, Madam. I can clearly tell that you’re thoroughly enjoying the mistake we’re making together right now." Quinn swirled his tongue around her sensitive areola, having already completely drained her of her fresh milk.

’Ahh, that was surprisingly satisfying... I’m almost tempted to ask for more,’ Quinn thought with a hint of amusement, realizing he had finished emptying her breasts in just a few short minutes.

"Ahn... you’re such a weirdo, Quinn."

"Give me an honest answer... Madam, I’m practically begging to know." Quinn reached out, gently pinching her other sensitive nipple while playfully nipping at the first.

"Ngnn... don’t bite them. You’re going to leave permanent marks..." she whimpered, feeling her core throb with a renewed surge of intense heat.

"I actually love the idea of leaving a distinct bite mark right around your beautiful nipples, Madam. Now answer my question... you’re just stalling for time." Quinn eagerly resumed his sucking, though her heavy breasts were already beginning to feel delightfully lighter and softer.

’Ahh, I suppose I can always ask for another nursing session tomorrow... hehe, I certainly hope she agrees to it.’

"Ngnn... o-okay... I’ll admit it, so please stop bruising my nipples..."

"Phew... nobody is ever going to see this private area except for you and me, Madam, so it’s not like it’ll cause any problems, right?" Quinn leaned back to inspect his handiwork—a distinct, flushed red ring circling her plump pink areola.

"Ahh... you’re incorrigible..."

"Now give me your answer, Madam... hehe, and don’t even think about trying to lie. Though I suppose lying to me is one thing, lying to your own body is quite another."

"How can you be so utterly confident...?" She squinted her eyes playfully, trying to read his expression.

"Just look down at your own hand, still stroking my cock without missing a single beat... that’s your answer right there, Madam."

"Then I’ll just stop moving... there, problem solved."

"Will you really? Hehe, we both know your pussy is already soaking wet and crying out for more. Don’t bother trying to lie to yourself." Quinn slowly dragged a single, warm finger down from her chest, tracing a deliberate line all the way to her trembling clitoris.

"Ngh... you’re playing dirty... that wasn’t part of any deal..." she pouted, her resistance crumbling instantly as Quinn unerringly found her weakest pressure points. Just like that, she was firmly caught in his trap once again.

"What kind of deal are you even referring to, Madam? Are you seriously trying to frame this as some sort of business arrangement?" Quinn chuckled, planting a string of soft kisses down her neck and lingering warmly against her flushed cheek.

"Ahh... stop kissing me... we aren’t nearly close enough for that..."

"So what are we then? Just casual fuck-buddies?" Quinn kissed the tip of her chin, slowly sliding his face closer and closer to her lips.

"Ahhn... what on earth is a ’fuck-buddy’?"

"It means we’re meant to satisfy each other, Madam. Just purely fucking, nothing more, nothing less. You and me, locked in a mutual agreement." To emphasize his point, Quinn playfully formed a circle with his fingers and slid his index finger right back into her wet, welcoming folds.

"N-No, we are definitely not that kind of relationship... you simply poisoned my mind with your strange massage techniques, that’s the only reason this happened." She stubbornly rejected the crude label of a fuck-buddy, finding the term entirely too obscene and bizarre to use when they were supposed to be engaged in a professional medical treatment.

Though, to be fair, defining a "massage" as an excuse for unbridled fucking was certainly a unique interpretation.

"Heh? Poisoned you with my exceptional touch and massage therapy? Is that really the excuse you’re going with for letting me deep-creampie your tight pussy, Madam?" Quinn thrust his finger slightly deeper, pumping her rhythmically.

"Ahn... ahn... ahn... don’t put it that way. You used some kind of hypnotic influence to weaken my defenses... and then took advantage of me behind my back... without my explicit permission," she mumbled defensively, still too deeply embarrassed to simply admit out loud how much she was genuinely enjoying the illicit act.

"Oh ho? Then let’s drop the excuses and hear the truth. Did you actually enjoy what we’re doing, Madam? I asked you a very simple question... so I expect a real answer." Quinn held her gaze, staring intensely into her eyes before shifting his focus down to her parted, trembling lips.

’I really want to capture those lips in a deep kiss... ahh, what an utterly gorgeous, busty MILF with a face like that. I honestly can’t hold myself back any longer.’ Quinn tensed his hips, feeling the familiar, overwhelming surge indicating he was rapidly approaching his second climax.

"Ngn... ahn... y-yes... I suppose I like it... quite a bit."