Chapter 39: She Laughed While He Swallowed
Xue Lan lay sprawled on the ruined sheets, her body trembling in aftershock. Her legs were parted, thighs sticky with sweat and cum. Her belly still bulged faintly from the stretch of Zhao Wei's cock, and her pussy gaped slightly, twitching, leaking thick, pearlescent streams of fresh seed.
Zhao Wei loomed above her, chest heaving, cock slick and softening but still thick enough to look menacing. He wiped his forehead and laughed low.
"You call yourself her husband?" he said, glancing at Lin Mu. "You should've been born a towel."
Lin Mu knelt on the floor, robe soaked, face flushed, eyes wide with both shame and longing. His cock throbbed untouched.
Xue Lan raised her head, grinning lazily.
"Mu'er," she said. Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but full of cruel sweetness. "He filled me too much. It's leaking already."
He moved instantly.
Crawling forward, his hands trembling, he slid between her legs. The scent hit him first: raw, heady, and completely soaked in Zhao Wei. His wife's pussy was a mess. Cum bubbled at the edges of her lips, trickled down her ass, smeared across her thighs.
He leaned in.
Tongue out.
And began to lick.