NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2.2
“Ah… mm… it feels so good being stretched…” Zhang Meng was so overwhelmed by the stimulation that she no longer knew what she was saying.
Huo Yang was also swept up by her voice, which stirred his senses and set his heart racing. Just two fingers had her slutty hole feeling stretched—could it be that she rarely had sex, or maybe the men she’d been with weren’t up to par?
Looking down at his throbbing cock, Huo Yang felt spurred on by the thought. “Little slut, do you want your husband’s big dick to fuck your slutty hole, hmm?”
“Mm… I want it…” At this point, Zhang Meng could only follow the phantom will, thrusting hard into her gushing flesh under Huo Yang’s guidance.
“Want what? Hmm? Say it clearly—what do you want?” Huo Yang stroked himself more vigorously, his shaft pulsing in his hand.
“I want… ah… I want my husband’s big dick… to fuck me…”
“Fuck where? Hmm… Say it clearly…”
“I want my husband’s big dick to fuck me down there…”
“That’s your slutty hole… Say it again—I’ll fuck you to death, you little slut…”
“Ah… I want… I want my husband’s big dick to fuck my slutty hole to death…”
In the past, Huo Yang had dated two women. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d been single for too long or because this slutty woman’s voice was just too irresistible, but he nearly lost control and came just from her sounds. He couldn’t believe that, separated by a mere screen and through voice alone, this woman almost made him—a man usually calm and composed—surrender completely.
“Ah… mm… ah…”
“You little bitch, want your husband to go faster? Want your husband to pound you to death, huh?”
“Yes… mm, I want my husband to pound me to death… faster, husband…” As moans spilled from her lips, Zhang Meng’s hand moved even quicker, growing unconsciously rougher, as if it were his cock thrusting into her flesh at that moment.
Her tender flesh gripped him tightly, longing for him to thrust faster and harder into her deepest depths, delivering the ultimate pleasure.
“You little bitch… needy, slutty thing—I’ll fuck you to death… Didn’t you want it fast? I’ll pound this filthy slutty pussy of yours to death…”
“Ah… ah… husband… it’s too fast… I can’t take it…”
As Zhang Meng’s voice grew higher and more frantic, Huo Yang knew she was close. At the same time, he sped up his strokes on his cock, lips pressed tight as he quickened his hand. In that final moment, they reached the peak of climax together.
Thick, hot semen spurted onto the bed and the base of his thighs. Looking at his release, Huo Yang, for a fleeting moment, wished he could shove it into the slutty hole of the woman on the other end of the phone.
Zhang Meng, completely spent, was drenched in sweat. Her right hand was coated in her own slick wetness, and the mattress beneath her hips was soaked through. Waves of heat coursed over her skin, and it took her a long time to recover from the intense voice sex they’d just had.
Listening to the heavy panting from both of them through the phone, she closed her eyes and rested for a while. Her throat felt parched—likely from shouting too loudly and for too long.
She couldn’t help but feel a bit shy. Thankfully, they were strangers who didn’t know each other, or it would’ve been far too embarrassing. Yet that shameful sexual experience was so unforgettable, even leaving her… lingering, reluctant to let it go. No wonder Lu Huanhuan was so addicted to voice sex.
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