Chapter 79: Ch:79 Airplane Mode On

Instead of talking to her husband, Naomi opened the X-chat with trembling thumbs, screen light catching the sweat on her collarbone.

She typed like a woman still sitting politely in a dark theatre — not like one bent over a toilet with a thick cock stretching her open.

Nyle drove in until the swollen head of his cock kissed an inch short of her cervix, then dragged all the way out so she felt every ridge, every vein, every wet inch of him leaving her — before slamming back to the hilt.

*Plap! Plap!! Plap! Plap!!*

Skin on wet skin cracked off the stall walls, filthy and too loud. Her juices had already soaked his balls. Each thrust slapped her ass into a bouncing, messy clap.

’If I keep going, there’s a chance someone might hear us, but I don’t want to slow down either. Fuck... her pussy’s gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go,’ he thought, jaw tight, hips already rolling for the next stroke.

Then his gaze dropped to the jeans still bunched around one of her ankles.

Nyle pulled his little brother free with a wet, sticky pop, then peeled the denim the rest of the way off her ankles, leaving her bare from the waist down, knees trembling.

Meanwhile she steadied her breath and hit voice record.

"Honey, I’m in the theatre tight noe. I’ll call you back. Bye..."

She then shoved the phone into her handbag, flicked on airplane mode, and buried it deep.

Naomi turned, only to find her jeans still bunched beneath her ass cheeks like a thin layer of cushion.

’What is he doing?’ she wondered.

Then Nyle rammed back in.

*Squelch~*

This time there was almost no skin slap — just a thick, muffled squelch as her walls parted around him and he bottomed out against that deepest, aching spot.

"Mnh~ ahh... you’re hitting my deepest spot," she moaned, voice breaking, one eye fluttering shut. "Right there... right there...! fuck, don’t stop!"

*Whump! Whump! Whump!*

Nyle leaned over her.

His left hand closed around her throat, thumb on her pulse, not choking — just owning.

His right hand found her clit, already puffy and slippery, and rubbed it in tight, mean little circles while he fucked her animalistically raw.

No mercy.

No need.

Over and over, balls slapping her soaked folds, cock grinding that same brutal depth.

For a couple of minutes she couldn’t form a single words — only wet gasps, broken half moans, and the filthy rhythm of him using her.

Then accidentally — the head of his cock dragged hard over her critical spot. The G-spot.

"Ngh...!"

*Squirt!!!~ Squirt!!~ Squirt!~*

Soft, messy pulses of pale fluid sprayed from her, splashing his thighs, dripping down her shaking legs. Meanwhile, her cunt clamping so tight around his shaft he had to force through the squeeze.

Yet he didn’t slow. Same pace. Same angle. The exact depth she’d always needed — the one she’d never gotten from her husband.

"Ah... fuck... you’ll make me go crazy, Mister," she hissed through clenched teeth, tits hanging, nipples firm, bouncing and slapping with every backshots.

Each thrust shoved her against the stall, her ass rippling, her hole fluttering, trying to milk him even through the condom.

Nyle’s breath was hot against her ear, hips slamming hard as though he meant to ruin the memory of her husband with every deep, relentless stroke.

"W-wait...! stop for a second," Naomi gasped, stretching a trembling hand back to his abdomen and pushing him — not enough to shove him off, just enough to beg a pause while her cunt still twitched around the fat length of him.

Nyle’s brows knitted. He went along anyway, pulling out his little brother. With shaking fingers she pinched the condom, peeled it off his shaft in one wet tug, and dropped it.

Then she lifted her ass high, back arched, cheeks spread, presenting herself shamelessly over the stall.

*Whump!!*

Nyle slammed back, raw, again.

"Hngh... heh... much better now," she moaned, voice gone thick and stupid with heat, tongue lolling out in bliss, while her pussy clenched around him like it had been starving for it.

A different sensation tore through her — skin on skin, every throb of his cock felt too clearly, too deep.

Naomi’s head dangled. Eyes shut. Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth and dotted the toilet lid.

Then, without warning, Nyle yanked his cock from her slick cunt. The head, glossy with her juices, shoved against her tight anal ring and pressed.

"Hm?! W-wait! T-that’s the wrong ho— Nnnhn!!"

*WHUMP!*

"Mnhn...! Ahhn...! Aahhn...! mmph!"

Before she could finish the word, he breached her. The fat head punched past the clenched ring. At the same time, his palms clapped over her mouth, sealing the scream into a wet, muffled moans against his skin.

The second he bottomed out in her ass, the passive skill triggered. Her anal walls went fluid. Slippery. Resistance melted against her will.

What should have been too tight turned slick and yielding, now making her hole fluttered — sucking him deeper like it had been trained for this.

He pulled back to the tip — rim clinging, stretched pink around the flare of his cock — then drove in again in one merciless stroke.

*WHUMP!!*

"Mmphn~ m-my ass..." she moaned hard against his hands, eyes blown wide in disbelief.

The words vibrated into his palms, as her asshole squeezed, trying to push him out and failing.

Nyle’s eyes squeezed shut, then opened. The tightness was vicious even with the skill, as though trying to milk him out as soon as possible.

Yet he resisted, and pushed — until her ass accepted every inch, until his balls sat flush against her dripping, neglected cunt.

*WHUMP! Whump! WHUMP!!*

"Mhn~ Hnm~ Mmf~"

He didn’t ease up. Didn’t need to. Each thrust packed her ass to the hilt that made her cheeks ripple.

Naomi’s dripping pussy hung empty and twitching, juices stringing down her thighs, clit swollen and neglected while he used her tighter forbidden hole like it belonged to him.

Relentless pounding. Still not a single sound escaped from the stall. The sounds trying to claw out of her mouth were sealed. The wet slap of her ass cheeks was neutralised.

’Fuck, he’s planning to flood my ass...!’ she thought helplessly.