Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill

"AAhhn….Etha…It's so thick and hard…"

"Why does it feel diff…Ahhhh!"Sophia moaned as she felt Ethan dick getting bigger and widening apart her pussy

She began to move slowly, raising her plump ass and then slamming it down.

She grinds her hips that made the old wooden chair creak in protest. Ethan's hands flew to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there, guiding her, urging her on.

"What a marvelous sight."

He leaned forward and sucked her nipples.His to tongue slowly glided across her nipples as if it was feasting on a glorious meal.

He could see everything..the way her breasts swayed with each motion, still mostly covered by her torn gown.

With a growl, he yanked the bra down fully freeing her full, heavy breasts.

As he let it go,her nipples were hard, dusky-pebbled points begging for attention.

He leaned forward, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue lashed and swirled around the taut peak. His other hand came up to knead her other breast, squeezing and massaging the soft, yielding flesh, his thumb rubbing rough, frantic circles over her nipple.

Sophia's rhythm stuttered, her moans pitching higher. "Oh God… yeah… just like that… suck my tits…"

Her own hands gripped his hair, holding him to her breast as she started to ride him in earnest, no longer a gentle grind but a frantic, rising and falling motion. Each time she plunged down, he could feel the head of his cock kiss her deepest point, a breathtaking impact that stole the air from both their lungs. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, a lewd percussion to their ragged breathing.

"Nnneigh! So good! ARGHHHH."

"Yeahhh...Yeah! That's it.."

He could feel her inner walls begin to change, the muscles fluttering and clenching around him erratically, growing tighter, trying to milk his cock. His thumb abandoned her breast and found its way between their sweat-slicked bodies, seeking the hard, swollen nub of her clit. He pressed the pad of his thumb against it, rubbing tight, rapid circles.

Sophia screamed, her body bowing backward. "Fuck harder! Fuck harder!"

Her riding became wild, desperate and mindless as kept pistoning her hips.

PAH!PAH!PAH!

Her perky butt slammed onto Ethan thigh creating a loud slapping sound.

Her perfect rhythm shattered into a savage, need for fucking. He could feel her climax coiling, a spring wound far too tight. Her cunt was a molten fist, gripping and releasing him in spasmodic rhythms, drenching his thighs and the chair cushion beneath them with her release.

Just as her cries peaked, her body starting to go limp from her own orgasm, Ethan's control snapped.

He growled a s his own hips surging upward off the chair to meet her downward plunge. He held her waisttightly pinning her in place as he started to fuck up into her from below, his thrusts becoming relentless, pounding drives.

"EThn…Nnnn!"

"AHHH!"

"FUCKK…FUCKK..YESSS!"

Each one buried his entire length inside her, the impact jarring and deep, hitting her womb with a force that made her see stars.

The chair groaned violently with every thrust, threatening to splinter under their frantic movement. Sophia could only cling to him, her cries reduced to incoherent, sobbing gasps as he used her, filling her over and over again.

"Yesss… fuck… your whore… your… ah! AH! AHH!"

"CUMMINGGG!"

A spurt of liquid erupted from her pussy and her body started to shiver in rapid spasm.

"YESSSS!"

Her scream faded into a series of ragged, panting exhales, her body a limp, sweaty weight atop his.

Sophia's inner walls continued to flutter around his still-hard cock, a series of gentle, aftershock spasms that made him grit his teeth to keep from coming right then.

He expected her to collapse, to sink into the exhaustion of her climax. But Sophia, ever unpredictable, did the opposite. A low, throaty

chuckle vibrated through her chest and into his. She pushed herself upright, her hands braced on his shoulders, her spine arching into a deep, feline curve.

"Not… nearly… done," she panted, each word a struggle for air.

Leaning back, she planted her feet flat on the floor on either side of the chair, spreading her legs wide open around him.

The motion changed the angle of his cock inside her, sending a fresh, dizzying jolt of sensation through them both. She threw her head back, her dark hair cascading down her back, and her hands slid from his shoulders down her own body.

One hand palmed a breast, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching her own nipple until it was a tight, painful-looking peak. The other hand delved straight into the slick, messy junction of their bodies.

"Fuck me deeper, Ethan," she commanded, her voice husky and raw. "While I play with this swollen little clit you drive so wild."

Her fingers found the hard, hypersensitive nub, and she began to rub tight, furious circles around it.

The sight was utterly debauched.

Her body splayed open for him, his cock buried to the brim in her glistening cunt, her own fingers working her clit with practiced, desperate urgency.

He could only watch, mesmerized, as her hips began a slow, grinding roll, fucking herself on his length in time with the movements of her hand.

"Ohhh, God… right there…" she keened, her eyes screwed shut in concentration. "Yeah… fucking… yeah…"

He obeyed, his hands finding her hips again, helping her set a rhythm. He thrust up to meet each of her slow, deep grinds, each movement making the chair legs skid slightly on the floor.

The sound of the wet, squelching of his cock moving in her pussy grinding against the walls was like the sharp smack of their skin meeting, her ragged, high-pitched whimpers.

Then, without warning, she stilled. Her eyes snapped open, and a cunning, wicked smile played on her lips. In one fluid, shocking motion, she lifted herself off his dick with a wet, sucking plop.

Before he could protest, she was turning, pivoting on her knees on the chair cushion, presenting her back to him.

His breath caught. Her ass was a perfect, rounded masterpiece, full and high and gloriously bare.

It was taut, supple curves, the skin smooth and shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. A faint pink blush from his earlier grip colored the soft flesh. It was utterly tempting, an alluring offer he couldn't refuse.

The dark, tight pucker of her asshole was just visible between the magnificent hemispheres, and just below, he could see her pussy, reddened and swollen, its glistening lips parted and dripping a mixture of her nectar and his own pre-cum onto the chair.

"This," she breathed, looking at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust. "I want this. Now."

She reached back with one hand, spreading her ass cheek to expose the tight, clenching star of her anus. With her other hand, she gathered the copious wetness from her dripping cunt and slicked it over the tiny pucker, making it gleam.

"Your big fucking cock…I need it in my ass."