Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 128 - She is just Juicy

"Haah... I guess I am not that strong, i..." I shook my head, realizing I might not be as patient as I thought I was, especially given how cute she looked.

Instantly, I reached for my own robes, shrugging them off my shoulders.

The fabric tore from the force as my lustful animal was just aroused, revealing my six-pack abs, honed from cultivation and battle, each ridge defined and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

My chest rose and fell steadily, muscles flexing subtly as I breathed through the pleasure she was giving .

The mont my robes tore away, revealing the chiseled lines of my six-pack abs, I felt i’s breath hitch against my cock.

Her dark eyes flicked upward, widening as they traced the defined ridges of muscle, each one etched from years of cultivation battles and relentless training.

Sweat glead on my skin, highlighting the V-shaped taper from my broad shoulders down to my hips, where my throbbing shaft disappeared into her mouth.

The sight of her—bound, flushed, and utterly devoted—pushed past my limits.

I wasn’t patient. Not anymore.

With a low growl, I swiftly stood, my movent so abrupt that i tumbled forward. Her hands, tied behind her back by her own vines, left her defenseless.

She fell face-first onto the silk sheets, her curvy body collapsing in a heap of soft flesh and muffled surprise.

"H-husband—mmph!" Her cry was cut off as her cheek pressed into the bed, her dark hair splaying out like a halo around her head.

But her hips... oh, those fertile, child-bearing hips stayed up, arched high in the air like an offering.

The position was pure instinct—her body knew what it wanted, even if her mind was still catching up.

From behind, the view was intoxicating: her back curved in a perfect doggy-style arch, spine dipping low before rising into the plump, heart-shaped swell of her ass.

Her ass cheeks were spread naturally from the fall, revealing everything in explicit detail.

Her asshole winked at , still slightly puckered and glistening from the saliva that had dripped down during her blowjob—pink and tight, a forbidden ring that clenched involuntarily under my gaze, as if begging for attention.

Below it, her pussy lips were parted wide, swollen and slick with arousal, the inner folds a deep, inviting pink that pulsed with need. Juices leaked from her entrance in slow, viscous trails, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the sheets.

The scent was heady—musky and sweet, like ripe fruit begging to be devoured.

From this angle, with her face buried in the bed and her hips elevated, she looked utterly submissive—ready to be pounded and ravaged for weeks to co.

She winced, trying to lift her head, her voice muffled against the silk.

"H-husband... what are you—ahh!"

The words dissolved into a whimper as I grabbed her hips with both hands, my fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh molding like jelly.

I parted her cheeks further, spreading her wide open, exposing every inch of her exclusive holes as they t the cool air of the main pleasure chamber.

Her asshole tightened in response, a tiny quiver running through it, while her pussy lips blood even more, revealing its secret fluids.

It was a greedy mouth wanting to eat my whole cock.

I grabbed my cock—thick, veined, and still slick from her mouth—and placed the swollen head right at the entrance of her pussy.

The tip nudged her folds, parting them slightly. My dick was hard, and her pussy was fluffy, wrapping around it.

She was so wet, so ready, that the head slipped in an inch without resistance, her walls already trying to suck deeper.

From this angle—her face down, ass up, back arched—it was perfection.

Her pussy looked like a blooming flower, petals slick and inviting, clenching around nothing but air until I pressed forward.

She winced again, her body tensing, her bound hands twisting futilely behind her back.

"H-husband... it’s... it’s too sudden—ahh, please..."

Her voice was a muffled plea, face still buried in the sheets, but there was no real protest—only that shy, needy tremble that made my blood boil.

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, my voice a low growl in her ear.

"I want to fuck you, i. May I?"

She bit her lip hard, her whole body quivering, the muffled answer coming out in a breathy, desperate whisper:

"Y-yes... please..."

That was all I needed.

With one hand fisting her dark hair, I yanked back hard, pulling her upper body up onto her knees.

Her back arched sharply, her bound hands pressing against the small of her back for support as she rose.

In the mirror across the room—positioned perfectly on the wall in front of us—I could see everything: her perky thick boobs bouncing upward with the sudden motion, heavy and full, nipples hard as diamonds, jiggling wildly before settling with a hypnotic sway.

Her tongue lolled out involuntarily, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth in a thin strand, her dark eyes teary and wide with shock and overwhelming pleasure.

In that sa instant, I thrust forward—hard, deep, rciless—burying my entire 9-inch cock into her pussy in one brutal stroke.

PAH!

"ANNNNGGGHHHHH—! I will tear apart, husband! It’s too thick!"

Her scream echoed through the chamber, raw and primal, her body convulsing as my shaft stretched her to her limits.

The mirror captured it all—her eyes rolling back slightly, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, tongue hanging out as saliva dripped freely, her boobs bouncing again from the impact, nipples tracing wild arcs in the air.

Her pussy clenched like a hydraulic press around , walls rippling in desperate spasms, juices squirting out around my base in hot spurts as the sudden fullness overwheld her.

"Fuck, i... you’re so tight," I groaned, my free hand slapping her ass hard—smack!—the flesh rippling under my palm, leaving a red handprint that glowed against her pale skin.

"IEKKKK—!?!"

I pulled her hair harder, using it like reins to control her, thrusting again and again.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Each stroke slamd balls-deep, my heavy balls storing a month’s worth of cum slapping against her clit with wet, obscene sounds.

"Ahh! H-husband... s-slow... it’s tearing —nghh!"

Her words broke into moans, her body rocking forward with each powerful thrust, but her bound position kept her upright, her back arched, tits bouncing wildly in the mirror’s reflection.

Saliva dripped from her lolling tongue onto her chin, trailing down to her heaving breasts, making them glisten.

Her eyes were glassy, teary, lost in ecstasy, but she pushed back against instinctively, her pussy gushing with every withdrawal, coating my shaft in creamy slickness.

I released her hair montarily, both hands now gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pounded her harder.

Pah-pah-pah!

"Aaanghh...! Hnghh...! Aanh....!"

The rhythm was a brutal, animalistic fuck, with this urge to make her moan louder.

Her vines, usually so controlled, writhed wildly around us, so wrapping around my arms for support, others controlled by teasing her own nipples, pinching and pulling until she scread louder.

"Aiiyyyaaaahhhh—" Her words seed funny, but at the sa ti caused my dick, which was already fighting her pussy’s inner walls, to throb more tightly, ready to spit and paint her walls.

Not like I was going to do it.

"Just a month and you are tighter than ever, how?" I growled, nodding toward the mirror. "I might not be able to hold longer this ti."

She lifted her teary eyes to the reflection, watching her own degradation—tits bouncing like they might fly off, tongue out, saliva dripping in long strands, face contorted in overwhelming pleasure.

"Ahhn! I-I’m... c-cumming... husband!"