CHAPTER 74: YOU’RE SUCH A TSUNDERE

"Ah... no... don’t lick..." The heightened lust kept Taylor’s soft moans unceasing.

Every time she suppressed them, Jake’s special tricks would tease them back out.

Without his aunt needing to say, Jake’s inner voices had already seen through her mind.

"You say I’m a dog, but I’m your personal dog then."

His aunt’s beautiful legs were undoubtedly one of her most outstanding assets. How could Jake resist? As for those petite lotus feet, exquisitely crafted by the heavens, not tasting them would be a waste.

Jake pulled his cock out by a third, pressing his aunt’s stocking clad jade foot, now bare of heels, against his chest. Matching the thrusts of his cock, his mouth unhesitatingly sucked on each toe.

The black stockings’ tips had semi circular reinforced fabric perfectly wrapping around his aunt’s toes. Though the pinkness of her toes couldn’t be seen, this wrapping was just as good.

His tongue indiscriminately swallowed them all, taking each toe into his mouth separately, constantly teasing the tips. His aunt seemed to sense it, her toes sometimes curling, sometimes relaxing, even spreading apart to make licking easier.

"Auntie, you’re such a tsundere."

"Mmm... I’m not..." The weak denial sounded more like an admission, amusing even Taylor herself.

Clearly enjoying it so much, yet still being contradictory.

"Slap slap... slap slap"

"Squelch... squelch"

"Schlick schlick..."

"Mmm... ah... oh~"

The sounds of flesh slapping, cock and pussy thrusting, moans, wet noises... each louder than the last, mixing together, echoing through the spacious living room.

Bright sunlight poured in through the floor to ceiling windows, illuminating the muscular man and the beautiful woman’s ample breasts and legs.

Only, their poses were far from elegant, instead incomparably lewd, wanton, and decadent.

Jake left no part of his aunt’s jade feet untouched, even the soles covered in his saliva. The heart piercing itchiness combined with numbing pleasure crashed against Taylor’s dazed, chaotic mind like tidal waves.

The heavenly extreme experience made Taylor like a lamb, utterly at Jake’s mercy.

"Auntie, does my cock fuck you good?"

Releasing his sore mouth, Jake began thrusting his cock forward again. The swollen, stimulated flower was assaulted once more by the sudden pounding, the pestle like speed making Taylor gasp for breath.

She no longer cared about Jake’s vulgar dirty talk, but didn’t answer either.

Only moaning "Mmm oh... mmm hn~"

Taylor twisted her slender waist, desperately matching Jake’s thrusts, her plump ass trembling violently. The back hem of her ink-blue qipao draped over the edge of the sofa, soaked halfway through by the splattering love juices from where they were fucking.

Meanwhile, the front hem swayed wildly with the movement of their bodies, sometimes covering her chest, sometimes covering the entrance to her dripping pussy.

The waistband of her black stockings was tangled with her panties, leaving a thin red mark on her thighs. Jake must have noticed—instead of using his hands, he smirked and used his teeth to pull the thin strap of her panties and stockings down from her thighs, peeling them all the way down to her ankles.

Her snow-white, delicate legs nearly blinded Jake. Compared to the thick black stockings, Taylor’s smooth, milky skin seemed to glow.

With her legs freed, the slit between them opened wider. Seeing his Little Aunt half-undressed, Jake’s excitement surged, and his cock stayed hard far longer than usual.

Taylor’s pussy was also top-tier—even after this long, the tightness hadn’t lessened but instead seemed to intensify. She was a natural-born sperm-draining temptress.

No wonder she was a woman who’d never given birth. Jake couldn’t help but wonder how his mother-in-law would feel—after all, she was a mother of two. At some point, the thought of his mother-in-law had crept into his mind.

"Sin, sin." He didn’t dare entertain such wicked thoughts about his mother-in-law. Ever since that ambiguous collision during Thanksgiving, Jake had unknowingly started seeing her in a different light.

Quietly pushing away his blasphemous thoughts about his mother-in-law, he focused back on Taylor. As the younger sister of his mother-in-law, Taylor naturally possessed her own unique beauty.

"Slap, slap, slap..." The mere thought of his mother-in-law made Jake’s cock stiffen even more. An overwhelming surge of desire and pleasure flooded his brain.

He planted his feet firmly, hips and waist moving as one, instantly increasing the speed of his thrusts. Then, he leaned forward, pressing Taylor’s stocking-clad legs against his chest.

Taylor’s body was incredibly flexible. She’d mentioned before that she’d learned dance as a child, and now, Jake could see it for himself.

Mia would’ve been sweating from pain by now. Mia was great in every way, but she was too much of a young girl—every part of her needed Jake’s "development." Unlike Taylor, a mature, experienced woman who picked up skills like blowjobs quickly!

Taylor had indeed learned dance, but after so many years, she’d forgotten most of it. Still, she’d kept up with yoga during her free time, maintaining a decent level of flexibility.

This turned out to be the perfect position to satisfy Jake’s wildest sexual desires.

The stockings and panties around her feet now acted like shackles, locking her legs in place. Jake’s head was wedged between her thighs as he admired Taylor’s seductive, shy expressions.

His cock continued its relentless thrusts. No amount of love juices was enough for Jake’s grinding. The fluids at their joining point grew thicker, no longer dripping. Her pussy stopped producing more lubrication, leaving Taylor feeling a brief, hollow emptiness inside.

But the next moment, an overwhelming urge to pee rushed through her!

It didn’t come from her core but from her urethra, just below her clit.

Taylor had drunk a lot of milk tea while shopping and had rushed straight home to pounce on Jake without a chance to use the bathroom.

Now that her pussy was dry, the urge to pee became even stronger.

"Jake... wait... I need to use the bathroom..." Taylor begged.

Jake didn’t know how many times he’d thrust—a hundred? Two hundred? Hearing Taylor’s request, he thought he’d misheard at first.

His hands moved without hesitation to Taylor’s chest, pulling her half-open qipao down.

Taylor was still waiting for Jake to let her go when she suddenly felt a chill on her upper body. Maybe because she wasn’t that desperate yet, or maybe because she saw Jake’s veins bulging, sweat pouring down his forehead as he relentlessly plowed into her—she realized she couldn’t interrupt him now.