Chapter 282 - 281: Shoving Piston...from you

Chapter 282: Chapter 281: Shoving Piston...from you

"Enough with that," Owen whispered, his voice low and commanding. "How about you have a proper conversation with him now?"

Suddenly, Owen’s hand gripped the doorknob. The sound of the metal clicking made Arielle panic. She realized that the door was not as secure as she thought, and the man on the other side was waiting.

"N-no... you can’t be... ahn, ah!" she gasped, her body arching.

"This is a live show, mom," Owen snickered, the sound echoing in her ear. He could see the desperation in her eyes, and it only fueled his amusement. "You better convince him not to enter the room, or else he will see the great battle unfolding right here."

Arielle knew she had no choice. She had to use her acting skills to keep the secret while Owen continued to plague her body.

*Creak...*

The door opened just a few inches, enough for her head to be visible, though the rest of her body remained hidden in the shadows of the room.

"Ahn, ahnn... husby..." Arielle moaned, putting on a performance of exhaustion and passion.

The man standing in the hallway forced himself to gulp hard. Even in her disheveled state, his wife was breathtakingly beautiful. He could see the flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes fluttered.

"O-oh... are you perhaps really busy right now?" the husband asked, his voice laced with hesitation and curiosity.

"Y-yes... ahn... ahn... I am currently busy doing some stuff... here... inside... ahn," Arielle managed to say.

Behind her, Owen was not stopping. He was holding her backside tightly, his arms crossed in a reverse hold that allowed him to thrust deeper into her. Every move he made forced another moan from her lips, making the lie harder to maintain.

"I-is that so? Do you want me to help you?" the husband asked. From his perspective, Arielle looked like she was struggling with a heavy physical task. He could see the beads of sweat tickling her forehead and the way her breath came in short, jagged gasps. He wondered how she could be working so hard unconditionally.

"N-no... Ahnn, deeper... ahnm... don’t worry about me, ahnn," Arielle replied, her voice breaking. She was reaching her limit; she was about to climax, and she couldn’t let the scene end until she had used all the "boxes" of pleasure Owen was providing. "Instead, you should rest, just like what was said..."

"B-but I can see your struggle inside. Look at your face... you are sweating," the husband said, reaching out to touch her face.

The sudden touch of her husband caused a surge of electricity to run through Arielle. Instinctively, her internal muscles clamped down, gripping Owen’s member harder than ever before.

’Damn! Is she getting more aroused because I’m fucking her right in front of him?’ Owen thought with a smirk. ’Heh, so slutty!’

The intensity of the grip pushed Owen over the edge. He was about to cum, and it was the perfect time for a creampie.

"Mom... I am going to cum inside..." Owen whispered urgently, his voice hidden by the shadows of the door.

"N-now...? ahn. Ahn!" Arielle gasped. She quickly grabbed her husband’s hand and pushed him back slightly to create distance.

"Ahn... don’t worry about me, husby... eheh, I will be fine... ahn. ahn... I am cumming!" Arielle moaned loudly, her face twisting into an expression of pure ecstasy—a total ahegao face.

*Bang!*

Owen slammed the door shut before the husband could react. The sudden noise left the man confused and worried. *What happened to her? Did she encounter something dangerous inside?*

Inside the room, the release was explosive.

*Spurtt! Spurtt! Spurtt!*

*Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!*

"Hoh... fuck that pussy... you really tried to squeeze me dry," Owen groaned, pumping his seeds deep into her, filling her womb to the brim.

"Ehe... ahn. ah... I am sorry... I couldn’t help it... your dick is so good... ahn," Arielle whispered. She completely slumped onto the floor, a puddle of her own juices forming beneath her.

Owen looked down at her. Instead of cleaning the room, she had made a complete mess of the floor. "What kind of slut are you to act like that?" he teased. "I know you enjoyed it, but you still need to answer that man first."

"Hehe... yes... let me clean your dick first... slurp... slurp..." Arielle murmured. She knelt in front of him, sucking his member with an addicted expression on her face.

*Slurp... slurp... slurp.*

"You are the worst wife, mom," Owen joked, even as he enjoyed the sensation. "Can’t you just give him a few words? I didn’t order you to suck my dick right now."

"Slurp... it’s my choice. Slurp... husby?" Arielle interrupted, tapping her palm against the closed door.

"Are you really fine?" the husband asked from the other side, his voice sounding concerned. "I can’t rest properly if I can’t see you... I need to know that you’re completely fine."

"Slurp... slurp... slurp... don’t worry, husby. I am really fine here... guck... guck..." Arielle replied. She was multitasking perfectly, keeping her husband calmed while Owen watched her with an entertained smile.

"You sure?"

"Yes... 100% sure. If you are not convinced, I will come outside... guck... guck... wait for me, okay?"

"O-okay... finish what you’re doing first," the man sighed. He assumed Arielle was simply busy with some womanly tasks or preparing something for the house.

"It won’t take long, Husby... maybe an hour... guck... guck..." she said flatly.

Owen almost burst into laughter. ’One hour? Heh, guess I can pump my seeds ten times!’ he thought. The tightness of her cervix made him climax quickly, so ten times wasn’t an impossible goal.

"You’re not holding back at all, mom," Owen whispered. "Don’t you think it’s a pity to only use three boxes? With one opened and two extra? How about we go for a twelve-pounding session?"

"Ngn... okay... twelve pieces and four boxes... slurp... slurp..."

"Good. Now that you’ve finished cleaning my dick, let’s do a shoving piston." Owen noticed he was wearing a condom.

"Mmkay... ahnn... lift me... eheh... I want to experience that shoving piston... hard fucking... like a beast..." Arielle spread her legs wide, ready for the next round.