CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 136 [R18]

Instead, she looked charming and alluring, her eyes were filled with tenderness, as if she was facing her husband. Emily suddenly remembered something and said to Jack, "Don’t call me Ms. Chad anymore. Just call me Emily, got it?"

Jack was stunned, "Why?"

"No reason. Just don’t, okay?" Emily pouted.

"Got it." Although Jack didn’t know what Emily meant, he just obediently agreed.

"Oh, help me check if there are any lumps on my breasts," Emily instructed.

After speaking, Emily slightly closed her eyes, straightened her chest and brought her large bosom close to Jack’s eyes.

Looking at these creamy shining breasts, Jack felt his breathing become rapid.

Emily’s breasts were full, firm, and perfectly shaped, with round, soft, and supple curves, topped by small, perky nipples that stood proudly at their center.

Under the moonlight, the two mature and lovely breasts exuded a seductive fragrance.

Jack licked his lips, gently held Emily’s shoulders, and then, before she could react, he lowered his head and started nibbling.

A tingling sensation spread across Emily’s chest, and she couldn’t help but moan, then bit her lip and forcefully straightened her eyes wide open. Jack pressured his hand on her shoulder while his tongue explored even deeper, making sucking sounds, causing large wet spots to form on Emily’s chest.

Emily let out a series of breathy moans, her eyes squeezed shut as she pulled Jack’s head closer, her fingers tangling in his hair.

After a while, Jack reluctantly got up, his gaze still fixed on Emily’s ample bosom.

"You... you naughty boy!" Emily blushed and leaned softly against Jack.

"Emily. I didn’t find any lumps." Jack snickered.

"That’s it? You’re done already?" Emily pouted, a little disappointed. She’d hoped Jack would take his time and keep his hands on her longer, but he’d finished the check way too quickly.

At this point, Jack felt a twinge of guilt as he pulled away, the heat of the moment still coursing through him. Emily’s breathy moans made it obvious she’d been into it, and part of him wished he hadn’t stopped.

"Alright, since you’re being so serious, I’ll reward you properly." Emily said softly.

Her index finger and thumb formed a circle, gently stroking the base of Jack’s cock with a seductive and lascivious expression on her face as she played with it.

With her alluring red lips, seductive eyes, and the strong desire between her brows, Jack’s cock grew thicker and longer. Not only that, she teased him with her mouth, planting feather-light kisses along his earlobes, down his neck, and across his chest. Her whispered words, hot and breathy against his skin, only stoked the fire burning between them.

Stimulated by Emily, Jack soon couldn’t hold back any longer, shooting several large spurts of semen directly onto Emily’s face and soft breasts.

After a quick shudder, Jack finally ejaculated satisfactorily, but the sight of Emily left him speechless.

Her face was a mess—his cum streaked across her lips, dripping down her chin and neck, with tiny splatters scattered everywhere. She looked downright filthy, and it was impossible to look away.

"You jerk, hurry up and clean it up for me." Emily said with a shy, playful pout, her tone more flirtatious than angry, catching Jack completely off guard.

"Got it!" Jack quickly found a wet wipe and helped clean the semen off Emily’s chest.

Seeing her full breasts tremble slightly as he wiped, Jack couldn’t help but squeeze them a few more times.

If he could hold these breasts every night while sleeping, that would be great.

Seeing Jack teasing her again while cleaning, Emily frowned and said, "Stop it, I’ll do it myself. I’ll go wash up in the bathroom."

With that, she got up and went to the bathroom. Fortunately, most of Jack’s semen had landed on her face and breasts, so her nightgown wasn’t stained much, or else she’d have to change it again.

After she finished washing up, she gently cleaned Jack’s lower body with a wet wipe.

Jack chuckled, "Emily, just take it easy. You could use your mouth to clean me up."

Upon hearing Jack’s tease, Emily gave Jack a playful glare, tidied up, and then said, "Alright, you’re satisfied now. Go to sleep."

After hearing her words, Jack couldn’t help but yawn.

Emily covered them both with a blanket, turned off the light, and soon, the bedroom fell into a peaceful silence. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Having ejaculated twice, Jack was completely relaxed and quickly fell asleep, but Emily was a bit insomniac. Ever since Powell went south, she had been sleeping alone every night, but tonight there was a man in her bed, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, Emily gazed at Jack’s face—his thick brows, sharp nose, and tousled medium-length hair. Even in sleep, he had that effortlessly charming, boy-next-door vibe.

Thinking that this handsome man might become someone else’s boyfriend in the future, Emily couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

Unknowingly, Emily’s hand rested on Jack’s chest, then brushed over his angular face, and an involuntary desire rose in her heart.

If it weren’t for Jack, she might not be able to refrain from herself any longer and become another man’s plaything.

Thinking about how Jack had just licked her vagina, Emily blushed.

Jack was really good at it; the sensation made her feel like she was about to fly.

If her consciousness didn’t hold on, she might have spread her legs and let Jack’s hot and thick cock enter her.

Then she would truly fall into the abyss of depravity and wouldn’t be able to face Powell anymore.

Suddenly, Jack murmured to himself, "Emily, you’re so beautiful. I really like you, I want to be by your side and protect you forever."

Not only did he say that, but he also rolled over and pulled Emily into a tight embrace. His dick had already stiffened again, pressing insistently against her through the thin fabric of her nightgown, grinding and thrusting with a mind of its own.

Emily pushed him a few times but all failed. She could only twist her body gently, turning from facing Jack to facing away from him.

Unexpectedly, Jack pressed closer, and one hand slipped under her armpit, grabbing her breasts while his cock squeezed between her legs.

His hot cock squeezed into Emily’s buttock cleft, tightly held between her thighs, as if he was really fucking her vagina.

Emily let out a coquettish moan, her desire rising rapidly, soon causing a sticky vaginal discharge.

At this point, as long as she relaxed her legs slightly, adjusted the angle, Jack’s cock could easily penetrate and enter her vagina.

Emily knew that Jack was already asleep now, so even if she did go through with it, as long as she didn’t say anything, he would just consider it a wet dream.

Just as Emily was about to give in and lift her legs, her phone suddenly rang.

She quickly picked it up and saw that it was a video call from her husband, Powell. Emily hesitated for a moment, answered the call, and whispered, "Powell, what’s up? Why call me so late?"

She didn’t dare to move because Jack’s cock was still moving in and out between her buttocks.

"Nothing. I just made some money today, feeling a bit excited." Powell said with a flushed face.

"That’s good." Emily was happy for Powell, but she felt Jack’s cock twitch a few times as if he was about to ejaculate, so she quickly tightened her legs.

What she didn’t know was that Jack was having a wet dream right now.

He dreamt that he arrived at the office, but it was empty, and then Emily suddenly appeared.

Jack was stunned. In his dream, Emily was wearing a fitted dress, with an intellectual and seductive updo in front of him.

Besides, she was wearing rimless glasses, which made her mature beauty even more prominent.

Exquisite features, smooth skin, full E-cup breasts, round buttocks, but what stole the show most were those long, toned legs. She wore sheer nude stockings so thin they might as well have been invisible, paired with pink strappy heels that hugged her delicate feet just right, making her look like she stepped out of a fantasy.

"Jack, wanna take me here? And what about my breasts?" Emily tossed him a seductive smile. Upon hearing Emily’s call, Jack couldn’t resist anymore and hugged her.

To maintain balance, Emily had to hook her hands around Jack’s neck, while Jack held her slender waist with one hand and supported her legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings with the other.

"Feeling good? Much bigger than your husband’s, right?" Jack snickered.

"Yeah, you’re amazing." Emily exclaimed.

Jack kissed Emily’s fragrant lips, his tongue boldly intertwining with hers.

Jack’s hands were not idle either. He kneaded Emily’s breasts through her dress, and his other hand slipped under her skirt, through the stockings and panties, constantly teasing her vagina and asshole.