Chapter 357

“Ahn… Ah… Ahn… Okay…” Natasha waited eagerly for his dick, and now that she finally had the opportunity, it was time for her to sit back and enjoy the pleasure. The warm afternoon air filled the quiet house, making everything feel heavy and slow. Her breath came out in short, shaky gasps as she anticipated what was about to happen next between them.

“Hmm, where’s Elaine?” Quinn asked, looking around the empty hallway.

“She’s doing another chore. It’s related to the community work, so it’s only me here,” Natasha answered, her voice trembling slightly. The time was 4:00 PM precisely; in only one hour, the couple would come back home. That amount of time was short, but it was more than long enough to get some things done and satisfy her burning needs.

“Well, too bad. How about we fuck in that couple’s room?” He smiled with a wicked grin, stepping closer and nudging his hard dick right against her blouse.

“Ahn… That…”

“Hmm? You don’t want to? We’ll only do it for an hour, so don’t worry about a thing,” he said smoothly. Before she could even try to fight back or protest, he reached down and easily lifted her up into his arms. Natasha meekly lowered her head in embarrassment, her cheeks turning as pink as could possibly be.

*Both of them fucking on their bed? That’s so wild,* she thought to herself with a racing mind.

“U-uhm, why not my room instead? We can do it uninterrupted there,” Natasha whispered, trying to guide him elsewhere. Natasha knew very well that she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself once his dick went inside her. Making a complete mess of the bedsheets and everything else in that room was totally guaranteed.

“No, let’s try a different spot today. It’s boring if we keep doing it inside your room all the time. Heh, you just want to enjoy yourself without having to control your lewd pussy,” Quinn replied teasingly.

“Ahn… Don’t say that out loud. I just can’t control myself,” she mumbled, knowing she had been caught red-handed.

“Well, it’s only for an hour, and I bet your son will be delayed by about 30 minutes coming back, so don’t worry,” Quinn said as he walked forward. He opened the door and saw a well-organized, simple room with a picture frame sitting quietly on the wooden table—the wedding photo of Elaine and Dren smiling together.

“Ahn… Are we really going to do it… right here?” she asked nervously.

“Yes, don’t worry. Now spread your legs wide,” he instructed. He put her down on the bed, and Natasha’s heart started hammering hard against her chest. It was a whole new kind of thrill… What if she squirted and made a huge mess? And then… what if her son saw?

*Ahn… I shouldn’t be craving this… This is my pussy’s fault. Why am I so horny lately…?* Natasha placed her feet carefully on the corners of the bedsheet, biting the tip of her blouse with her teeth, exposing her panties with a damp patch right over her sensitive clit.

“Look at your perverted pussy, already wet before we’ve even started the game. How lewd,” he said, bending his knees down and inspecting her cunt closely.

“Ahn… Ahn… N-no, don’t say that… You sucked on my neck earlier. I couldn’t control myself…” Natasha was practically leaking whenever Quinn was anywhere near her.

The deep satisfaction she felt while doing the deed with Quinn was on another level entirely. Her unsatisfied libido was completely fulfilled by him, and she couldn’t look away from him, no matter what.

“Excuses. That’s just an excuse for a cheating mother. How terrible for you to have a wet pussy for a young man while your son is out there working,” he teased. He sucked his index and middle fingers, coating them thoroughly with saliva.

“Ahn… Y-you don’t have to say that. I want to feel good, too…” She turned her head away in shame. Natasha knew he was playing with her mind, but she couldn’t control her urge to respond.

“Well, well… You’re basically a cheating mother who loves doing the deed—especially right here in her son’s room,” he said, lightly rubbing his wet fingers over her thin panties.

*Rub… rub… rub…*

*Ohh, so warm… What a fine pussy,* he thought to himself, nodding his head in deep satisfaction that she was ready for a long pounding.

“Ahn… Ah… Ahn… You forced me into this. I didn’t have a choice…” she protested weakly.

“No, I didn’t force you at all. I only offered to do it in his room. You let me lift you up and bring you here. Hehe, don’t try to reverse the situation now,” he answered. The slow strokes felt so good that Natasha clutched the bedsheets tightly in her hands.

“Ahn… Ahn… I-I didn’t have a choice…” she mumbled softly. No matter what, she knew she would always spread her legs as long as it was him.

“Well said. That’s more like it. Do you think Elaine will come home early today?” he asked, slowly pulling his fingers back. A string of her nectar followed before it finally snapped.

“Ahn… Ah… I don’t know. Maybe she will,” Natasha answered, knowing what he was thinking, which made her pout her lips.

“Heh, don’t pout like that. I’ll satisfy you completely, so don’t be jealous,” he said.

“A-as if I am… Hmph, ahn… Ahnn.” She tried her best to act strong, but her moans completely betrayed her.

“So eager. Hehe, now how about we do another wild feast?” Quinn asked.

“Ahh… H-here? That… That’s hard…” Natasha knew what he meant by another feast for her body, but she was worried because it was Dren’s room.

“So you don’t want a feast?” he asked.

“Ahn… N-no, but the place… You know it’s getting late. So I don’t know what to do,” Natasha pursed her lips, weighing her options carefully. She wanted a gangbang session badly, but making a mess here was something she couldn’t afford to do.

“Well, well… Too bad. Guess we won’t do that stuff today after all,” Quinn said, pulling away.

“N-no, please… Give it to me. Please fuck me right now…” Natasha pleaded desperately.

“But it’s the best offer. How can you turn down an offer like that?” he asked.

“Ngn… T-that’s because it’s… Uhmm, hard to do it… Here in this room.”