Chapter 211: My Slime Wife Is a Hot Mom [R-18]

Liam carefully closed the door to the twins’ room and walked silently down the hallway.

Lionel and Liana were finally fast asleep after quite a while of rocking them and humming lullabies.

When he opened the door to their bedroom, he stopped in the doorway.

Lydia was lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a white lingerie set that contrasted with her skin.

Her pregnant belly had completely disappeared.

Her figure was perfect again, as if she had given birth months ago. The curves of her waist, the shape of her breasts, and the softness of her hips seemed even more pronounced beneath the delicate fabric.

She looked at him with a mischievous smile, propped up on one elbow.

"Now we can finally take advantage of some time alone, darling," she whispered.

Liam smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt as he approached the bed.

Lydia got down on all fours on the mattress and crawled toward him, helping him remove the garment with nimble fingers.

Once his torso was bare, she ran her hands over the scars on her husband’s chest, caressing his warm skin.

"I love seeing you in your role as the twins’ father..." she whispered.

Then she lowered her head and ran her tongue across his chest, moving slowly downward and leaving a wet trail as she unfastened his pants.

As she pulled them down, Liam’s already semi-erect penis sprang free and gently brushed against her face.

Lydia playfully teased him, wrapping her fingers around him and slowly, deliberately running her tongue over the tip.

Liam watched as his wife stroked him while licking him at the same time.

He took a lock of her black hair and gently guided her.

Lydia followed his movements without resisting, allowing him to push a little deeper as she playfully pretended to gag slightly on her man’s member.

Saliva began to trickle from the corners of her mouth.

After a while, she pulled away, took hold of her own breasts, and pressed them around Liam’s penis, firmly stroking him between them.

The friction was warm and soft.

Without meaning to, a little milk escaped from one of her nipples and slid down her skin, glistening beneath the bedside lamps.

"Sorry, darling..." Lydia murmured, blushing.

Liam didn’t quite understand why that turned him on, too, but it did.

So he smiled and caressed her cheek.

"Don’t worry, Lydia. It’s normal."

She smiled and continued, squeezing tighter as she moved her breasts up and down.

Liam let out a low moan.

A few moments later, he gently took his wife by the neck and guided her until she was lying on her back on the bed.

Suddenly, the white lingerie vanished as if it had never existed.

Lydia was completely naked, her legs slightly parted and her vagina already wet and waiting for him.

But Liam didn’t enter her right away.

He leaned down and kissed his wife’s inner thighs, slowly working his way up until he reached her vagina.

With one hand, he began to play with one of her breasts, gently squeezing the nipple, while his other hand held her thigh.

His tongue slipped between her folds, licking and sucking her clitoris with slow, precise movements.

Lydia moved up and down, her moans escaping uncontrollably.

Liam slipped a saliva-coated finger inside her, feeling the tight warmth, then added a second. He moved them in circles while continuing to kiss her below.

"I want your cock..."

Lydia gasped.

"Before the babies wake up."

Liam laughed and lifted his head.

"I never thought I’d hear you say that."

He spat into his hand, spread the saliva over his penis, and rubbed it against his wife’s clitoris, sliding it up and down.

Lydia trembled with every brush of contact.

"You know how much I love that..." she whispered.

At last, Liam lined up the tip and slowly slid his member inside her in one smooth motion.

Her insides felt warm, soft, and perfectly snug around him.

He began moving at a steady rhythm, his hips meeting hers.

Lydia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Their moans intertwined in the dimly lit room.

Liam picked up the pace, one hand still caressing Lydia’s breast while the other rested beside her head.

She arched her back, her face filled with pleasure.

The wet sounds of their bodies joining filled the air.

Each thrust was deeper and more intense than the last.

Lydia gripped the sheets with her fingers.

"More... just like that..." she pleaded between gasps.

Liam obliged, thrusting harder.

He could feel his orgasm approaching, the tension building in his lower abdomen.

Lydia was reaching her limit, too, her insides contracting around him in increasingly powerful waves.

After a few final thrusts, they climaxed together.

Lydia let out a muffled cry as she came, her body trembling.

Liam released himself inside her at the same time, filling her completely as waves of pleasure rippled through his back.

They remained joined for a few seconds, breathing heavily.

Then a system window appeared before Liam’s eyes:

[You have given Love to your Slime.]

’Pix, give us a little privacy,’ he thought, almost amused.

[Pix: I’m sorry, Liam, but it’s part of my job...]

’Damn miniature voyeur...’

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Lydia lay there, satisfied, her chest rising and falling. Liam was satisfied, too.

They carefully cleaned themselves up, snuggled together beneath the sheets, and turned off the bedside lamps.

"Good night, darling," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

"Good night, father of my children," she replied, her eyes already closed.

Liam smiled and closed his own...

At that very moment, they heard one of the babies let out a sharp cry from the next room.

Lydia sighed in the darkness.

"Looks like Lionel and Liana are awake already..."

Liam chuckled softly and sat up.

"Don’t worry. I’ll go."

She looked at him with an affectionate, tired smile.

"My hero."

He laughed again, half-heartedly put his shirt back on, and left the bedroom to tend to his children’s cries, the satisfaction of their shared moment still lingering in his body.