Chapter 175 - 174: thank goodness

Chapter 175: Chapter 174: thank goodness

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

"Nothing, Uncle! I was just admiring how peaceful and beautiful the village is today," Owen replied effortlessly, his voice smooth and untroubled.

At the exact same time, he placed a firm hand on Natalie’s head, pressing her face down as a massive wave of hot, thick seed erupted from his shaft. It splattered violently across her flushed face, dripping down her chin, coating her chest, and running down to her stomach.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

"Suck my cock. Do it silently," Owen commanded in a low, barely audible whisper, ensuring his voice wouldn’t carry over the railing.

"Ahh... the cum is all over my face... please don’t shove it in so deep," Natalie whimpered softly under her breath. She hurriedly began swallowing the warm, viscous fluid, finding it difficult to choke down such a heavy volume all at once.

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

Owen shifted his gaze back to the older man in the yard, acting as if nothing unusual was happening.

"Haha! It really is good to be young, Owen!" the uncle laughed, leaning against the side of his truck as he took a moment to reflect. "I can tell you’re truly enjoying your youth. Sometimes, staying single for a while isn’t a bad choice at all."

"Are you saying you aren’t happy 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 smile spreading across his weathered face. "I couldn’t live a single day without her. I was just reminiscing about the old days, that’s all."

"That’s a wonderful way to live, Uncle. I respect that," Owen said aloud, 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 stop for even a second.

’Ahh... your sweet wife is sucking my dick as if she craves my cock far more than your devotion, Uncle,’ Owen thought, feeling a twisted sense of pity for the unsuspecting man. ’You’re standing right there pouring your heart out, while she’s down on her knees savoring another man’s length.’

"Gulp it all down," Owen whispered, tapping her cheek. "Suck my balls too, devotee. Show me your true sincerity using that filthy mouth of yours."

"Ahh... an... ahnn..." Natalie whimpered, her heart hammering against her ribs at twice its normal speed. ’Please just finish up and leave, my dear... I don’t ever want you to find out I’m doing this right above your head...’

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

"He won’t find out—you know that," Owen murmured, stroking her hair. "Clean my shaft completely and don’t stop. You’re doing a fantastic job."

"Ahh... please don’t compliment me like that... I’m so weak to praise..." she whispered back meekly. She opened her mouth wide once more, adjusting her angle to take his impressive length deep into her throat.

Gluck... luck... luck...

"Ahh... damn, that feels incredible," Owen let out a low groan, his eyelids fluttering shut for a brief moment.

"What’s so incredible, Wen?" his uncle asked, catching the subtle expression on the young man’s face.

"Just the scenery, Uncle! The view from up here is damn good. I couldn’t help myself," Owen lied smoothly. He relaxed his posture against the ledge, subtly adjusting his hips as he pushed his cock deeper into Natalie’s tight throat.

Gluck... luck... luck...

"Ahh... ahh... p-please... ahh... ahnn..." Natalie gagged softly, unable to speak clearly as Owen began thrusting into her mouth with far more intensity than before.

"Hold on, calm down," Owen whispered, pulling his shaft out of her wet mouth. The loud, wet slapping sounds were growing far too risky.

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

"What, do you want me to keep shoving it down your throat?"

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

"Say less," Owen cut her off softly. "We can’t afford to get careless now. Besides, I want to make good use of your other assets." He pointed casually toward her chest, using the moment to keep her focused while her husband was momentarily distracted.

"W"What kind of assets? Tell me what to do, Savior..." she asked, her mind completely at the mercy of his commands.

"You see those massive melons of yours? Put them to work," Owen instructed with a smirk. "A proper titty fuck while your husband is standing just inches away sounds pretty damn good."

"T-Titty fuck...? You mean... using my breasts to stroke your cock?" Natalie asked, her cheeks burning. She had never attempted such a lewd act in her entire life, making the concept entirely foreign to her.

"Yes, it’s called a titty fuck," Owen explained smoothly. "Press both of your breasts together using your palms, and squeeze them tightly around my dick while it’s sandwiched in the middle."

Owen leaned down, physically guiding her hands to demonstrate how to use her heavy cleavage properly. It would be a crime to leave such massive, pillowy breasts untouched.

"L—Like this...?" Natalie whispered, following his lead.

Her soft, heavy mounds squeezed together tightly, enveloping his massive twelve-inch shaft. The sheer length easily penetrated deep into her cleaving flesh, the tip resting right beneath her chin without her even needing to bend down.

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

"Ahn... an... ahnn! Don’t say such terrible things!" She protested quietly, her face red with shame. "I am not that kind of woman! I am doing this for the sole purpose of receiving my divine baptism! This isn’t because I want to commit a sin in front of my husband... it’s just a special, limited offer!"

"Talk less and work faster," Owen commanded softly. "Stroke my cock. Spit on it to add some lubrication and make your job easier."

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

"Ahn... ahnn... this is driving me completely insane," Natalie whimpered, her hands working furiously as her heavy tits slid up and down his shaft. "Is my husband still down there?" She had lost track of his voice for a few moments.

"He’s over at the front of the truck lifting one final crate," Owen reported, peering over the barrier. "I don’t know what’s inside, but he’s putting all his strength into moving it."

"Ahh... an... thank goodness," Natalie breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, a mouthful of slick saliva dripping down onto his shaft. "I can barely concentrate when he’s talking..."

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

"He’s going to walk back at any second now," Owen warned, reaching down to grip her shoulders tightly. "Be fast and make me cum again. Don’t you dare slack off."

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