NTR: My Apartment Complex

I smirked, my eyes glued to her face, which was flushed with anger and humiliation, and spoke in a provocative, teasing tone:

"Your pussy is truly amazing, Shilia."

I followed up with another psychological blow of maximum damage:

"Your husband must be really terrible in bed, right? Looking at the way your pussy contracts so tightly and wetly, it’s no different from still being a virgin like a young girl, haha!"

Hearing this, Shilia became extremely furious, trying to snap her head around, her eyes widening as she stared straight at me with a panicked and warning look:

"You... don’t talk so cheaply... my son is right here!"

I smirked with a chuckle, pretending to generously agree to her request:

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, I won’t talk anymore, is that okay?"

As soon as I finished speaking, without giving her time to recover her senses, I lowered my head and pressed my face close against hers. I forcefully blocked all her pleas and anger with a dominant, deep kiss. My hot and flexible tongue aggressively pried open Shilia’s tightly pursed lips, plunging deep inside her warm oral cavity to sweep across every corner.

At first, her tongue stubbornly resisted, struggling against this unexpected intrusion. But under my rapid, powerful, and highly technical attack, Shilia quickly fell to the losing side. Her strength and determination shattered, and in the end, she had to surrender, obediently letting go and tangling with my tongue in a kiss overflowing with digestive juices.

Her mouth was sweet and filled with a woman’s breath. I carelessly wrapped around it, swallowing every single drop of sweet saliva secreted from the surging arousal. Meanwhile, because Shilia was kissed to the point of suffocation and steadily losing her will to resist, she was also forced to swallow the stream of saliva spilling from my mouth down her throat, creating wet and lewd sounds in a room that also held the innocent presence of a child.

I stopped the deep kiss, slowly pulling my lips away from Shilia’s swollen and wet lips. Between our two faces at that moment, a transparent, delicate thread of saliva still lingered, connecting us and stretching out with every small movement before snapping in the suggestive air.

Although the kiss had ended, my hips below did not stop for a single beat. I continuously thrusted steadily and heavily, driving my penis deep inside her wet vulva. Every deep thrust was a strike of the flesh machine smashing hard against the water-logged walls of meat, causing Shilia to be unable to restrain herself from emitting intermittent, highly stimulating moans echoing throughout the room:

"~ Aghm... uhm... ahhh... gently... ~aah..."

Right at that moment, the little boy standing nearby turned his head, witnessing the entire sensitive adult scene yet innocently understanding nothing. The boy blinked, asking his mother in a clear voice:

"Mom? Do you like Hugo more or do you like dad more?"

Shilia, whose mind was being scrambled by the rapid thrusts, heard the unexpected question from her son and panicked, turning her head, biting her lips tightly to endure the pleasure while laboring to utter intermittent words:

"~ Uhm... of course... ~ahhh... I like your dad more... ~ahh..."

The boy tilted his head in confusion, continuing to probe:

"Then why have I been hearing mom groan louder and more often than when you’re with dad?"

Shilia was completely speechless at her son’s pitiful innocence. She was at a loss for words, unable to find any reasonable excuse for this ironic situation.

I burst out laughing with amusement at the child’s ruthless naivety, deciding to take this opportunity to tease Shilia:

"Because I’m much better at it than your dad, little guy. That’s why your mom likes it so much."

Shilia was so angry that she pressed her lips tightly together, trying to use what little reason she had left to deny it in front of her child:

"That... ~ah... don’t listen to his nonsense. Because he’s so terrible at it that... that’s why mom was in so much pain she groaned loudly, there’s no way I liked it."

The boy still refused to let it go, continuing to ask in a puzzled tone:

"But last time, I clearly remember mom crying and saying ’it feels so good’ to Hugo?"

Shilia bit her lips so hard they almost bled, a bitter taste choking her throat. Those lewd words were originally just instinctive reflexes uttered in response to ultimate pleasure when being fucked out of control. Clearly, she was a victim enduring forced intercourse; how could she possibly truly enjoy it.

She tried to salvage some maternal dignity, stammering her reply:

"It’s not like that... you heard wrong, nothing like that happened, son."

The temperature inside the room seemed to rise every minute, blending with the hot body temperature from Shilia’s body and my erection. The continuous friction made her vulva increasingly wet, tightly hugging my swollen and twitching shaft.

Every time my hips surged upward, the large glans mercilessly thrust deep, plowing straight into the depths of her womb, making Shilia jump. She could not suppress the pleasure mixed with humiliation, and choked-out moans continuously spilled from her swollen lips:

"~ Aghm... gently... please don’t fuck so deeply anymore... ahh..."

I didn’t answer immediately, instead leaning forward to press my lips against her pale, sensitive nape, whispering in a low, husky voice:

"If it’s too gentle, how can it feel good, Shilia?"

Knowing her son was still playing nearby, Shilia swallowed back the waves of passion crashing against her mind, trying to use the quietest voice possible to persuade me to stop:

"Please... my son is right here, don’t mess things up like this anymore."

I chuckled softly, deliberately using teasing words to push her emotions to the brink:

"Oh really? So you mean if your son wasn’t here, I could openly come here and fuck you anytime I want, right?"

Shilia was so angry that her whole body trembled when mocked in this awkward situation. But fearing her son would notice, she only dared bite her lips tightly, using a tiny, choked voice to curse:

"You bastard... ahh... uhgm... fuck me gently... don’t thrust so deeply anymore..."

I smirked, shaking my head and flatly refusing:

"How can it be slow or gentle? Your buttocks are so big and plump like this, thrusting into them is such a tight and satisfying fit in my hands, I just want to thrust hard."

Powerless, Shilia could only bite her lips until they bled, closing her eyes tightly and surrendering her body to the sweeping waves of ultimate pleasure:

"Damn you... ahhmm..."

I raised my free hand, using my thumb and index finger to grab her chin, forcing her sweat-covered face to turn toward me.

"Suck my finger, Shilia."

Shilia immediately turned her head away to avoid it, her eyes glaring in resistance. However, I didn’t give her a chance to refuse. My rough hand tightly gripped her chin, shoving my finger straight into her warm oral cavity decisively.

"Suck my finger tightly to muffle the moans, otherwise your son will hear."

Grievously, she pressed her lips together, her tear-filled eyes looking at me with resentment, but ultimately she still had to obediently suck on my finger. She understood that doing this would make her moans quieter, preventing them from attracting the attention of her son playing in the living room. However, the very act of sucking on the finger while her lower body was still continuously being penetrated created extremely lewd, squelching sounds, making the scene even more depraved.

Surrounded by my saliva-drenched finger, she choked out in a hoarse voice:

"You... bast... ard..."

Glancing down at her upper body, the bothersome, short camisole annoyed my eyes. I reached out to gently pull the hem, ordering:

"Lift your arms up, let me take off this shirt."

Shilia panicked, shaking her head repeatedly, her hands trying to hold the hem of the shirt tightly against her chest:

"Ahhm... no way... What if my son sees when it’s off, absolutely do not take it off."

Seeing her extreme panic of fear that the child would discover her naked body, I didn’t want to push her too far at this moment. Pausing for a beat, I released the hem of her shirt, resuming my rapid hip thrusts to enjoy her body.

The rhythm under my body was suddenly pushed to a climax, the powerful and continuous thrusts making her vagina writhe to accept them. The sound of rapid flesh colliding mixed with the rushed, intermittent moans escaping Shilia’s throat while my finger was still buried in her mouth:

"~ Aghm... uhm... ahh... stop..."

She sucked on my finger while choking out a hopeless reproach:

"I told you... don’t do this... ahh..."

"It’s too fast... slow down a little bit Hugo, I’m begging you..."

I smirked, lowering myself to exhale hot breath against her ear:

"How can I slow down right now, just try hard to control your mouth."

Shilia could only bite her teeth, glaring as she endured waves of pleasure surging to numb her spine:

"Damn you... ahh..."

Her large breasts shook violently with every fatal thrust. She panted, her voice stammering helplessly as my shaft continuously plowed deep to the very bottom of her womb:

"Just fucking deep into the womb... and thrusting this fast... how can I restrain myself... ahh..."