The Jade Faced Cuck

Lin Mu’s tongue worked slowly, reverently, as he cleaned the last remnants of Chi Jiao’s thick seed from Xue Lan’s battered, overstretched pussy. The taste was overwhelming—salty, musky, the deep, intimate flavor of his wife’s deepest surrender.

Xue Lan lay against the pillows above him, legs spread wide in easy, exhausted openness. Her pale body was flushed pink from exertion, sweat tracing shining rivers down the curves of her breasts, belly, and thighs. Her nipples remained hard, her stomach faintly twitching from lingering aftershocks.

Above her, Chi Jiao lounged lazily, cock still half-hard and glistening wet with a mixture of their fluids. She stroked herself idly, watching Lin Mu’s humiliating devotion with a smirk tugging at her lips.

Lin Mu licked slowly, dragging his tongue along Xue Lan’s gaping folds, gathering every drop that threatened to spill out. He kissed along the tender inner lips, sucking gently at the places Chi Jiao’s monstrous cock had left bruised and raw.

The taste was a thick, heady blend of salt and musk, the air around him saturated with the raw scent of their sex. His lips and chin glistened with the wetness he cleaned, his tongue trembling with each pass.

Each lap of his tongue brought a soft moan from Xue Lan’s throat—a pleased, lazy sound, as if he were a warm cloth wiping the sweat from a queen after a good fuck.

He pressed his mouth deeper, sucking and slurping noisily, licking around the fluttering rim of her entrance where Chi Jiao’s seed continued to ooze. His tongue dipped inside her briefly, pulling more of the thick, viscous load into his mouth, swallowing around the flavor of another’s triumph.

Outside the door, murmuring voices grew louder.

"Did you hear her screaming?"