In the bathroom...
Two figures, rged as one, clashed repeatedly. Mrs. Miura's belly was filled with Roland hot sen, emptied, and filled again, completely oblivious to the fact that the kxk Syndro had already claid the life of the person in the room.
After Mrs. Miura was filled once more, the two finally entered a brief rest period.
Yes, just brief. They would undoubtedly continue their activities after resting.
After all, Mrs. Miura was far from satisfied; if anything, she was getting more aroused with each mont. How could she possibly be satisfied?
She even began to think about becoming his woman for real. That way, she could fuck openly and recklessly, for as long as she wanted, without caring about anyone else.
Mrs. Miura started to find her husband's presence sowhat annoying.
"Roland... I don't want to be separated from you anymore. I want to be your woman, to be fucked by you forever. What should I do?" Mrs. Miura panted, her silver hair disheveled as she lay in his arms, her eyes burning with desire.
As she spoke, her pussy pressed against his dick head, the pleasure making her body tremble like it was electrified. She couldn't stop shivering, her skin growing increasingly slick with sweat. Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt
Her soft breasts gently brushed against his chest, while her sweet tongue playfully licked and kissed his lips, cheeks, neck, and collarbone, indulging in tender affection.
The sensation of skin against skin was intoxicating, completely overwhelming her. She had already surrendered to her desires, craving nothing more than to be their slave.
"Then I'll give you my contact information. You can secretly reach out to whenever you miss ," Roland said, his hands roaming freely over her naked body.
His touch carried a massage-like quality, driving Mrs. Miura wild with a desperate need to be brutally defiled by him.
"It's not enough. I want a deeper, more intimate connection. I feel like you haven't dirtied enough, haven't corrupted completely. I want to be utterly ruined by you, beco your sex slave." Mrs. Miura was utterly broken, her mind consud by lust. She wanted nothing but erotic pleasures.
"Then from this mont on, you belong to , my sex slave~. And if you still feel too clean, why don't we take things to the next level? What do you say to sothing more daring?" Roland's depravity matched hers.
"Tell what you want. I'll do anything."
"For example, we could do it near your husband, then go downstairs and involve your daughter~."
"What if my husband finds out?"
"If he does, your marriage is over, and you'll be kicked out. Then you can stay in my house."
"Your house... *Hiss! Just do it! Fuck half-assed! Lock in your house and fuck for a lifeti! Hurry!"
Keiko Miura's lust flared again. She urgently urged Roland to carry out his plan, no longer caring how depraved it was.
As for what would happen if her husband discovered them, she didn't even bother to consider it. All she wanted was for Roland to lock her in his room and ravage her, to be imprisoned in depravity for a lifeti.
From this twisted perspective, she even hoped her husband would find out.
Find out soon!
See how thoroughly I've been fucked!
Witness my betrayal as a married woman—how utterly depraved and fallen I've beco! Look at what your wife has beco!
Thus, Keiko Miura allowed Roland to carry her into the room. Amidst her "sleeping" husband's figure, they proceeded to fuck around the room relentlessly.
Sotis by the bed, sotis at the desk, sotis on the wardrobe.
Their filthy marks soon covered nearly every surface of the room, while Keiko Miura's moans grew increasingly wanton.
Strangely, Mr. Miura remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Mrs. Miura's expression darkened. How can he sleep so soundly? Wake up and see what Master did to !
In her fury, she released one of the legs she had pinned against Roland and kicked her husband hard, trying to rouse him.
Unfortunately, whether due to her awkward position or so other reason, she failed to wake him.
Fine, I've lost my interest on you anyway. I might as well go downstairs and play with my daughter. But Roland sensed sothing was wrong. No matter how deeply Mr. Miura might be sleeping, such a commotion should have woken him.
Could he have overworked himself last night and... passed away? F*ck!
Later, during his fierce battle with Yumiko, Roland managed to squeeze in a call to the hospital from between the mother and daughter's pincered attack, requesting they co retrieve the body.
Thanks to the Hypnosis Technique's influence, the people from hospital never "noticed" the trio's sordid relationship and whisked the body away right under their noses.
Mrs. Miura didn't care. She had only one thought left: to be fucked senseless.
In short, downstairs.
When Yumiko woke up, she was horrified to find two people lying on top of her. They were both completely naked, fervently kissing and thrusting wildly against each other.
Between their connected bodies, she could see a mass of dripping sen being squeezed out from her mother's body.
What... what are these two doing?!
"Mom? What... what are you doing?!" Yumiko cried out, her face paling in shock.
"Ah, finally soone who reacts! You're awake, Yumiko? While you were asleep, this man ruined your mother." Mrs. Miura looked at her awakened daughter, hastily performing a string-pulling act right in front of her, then said with a wild gleam in her eyes.
"What... what are you talking about? Mom, how could you say such perverted things?!" Yumiko couldn't even process the scene before her.
"What choice did I have? Mom got drunk with him last night and ended up fucking like a whore. But I have to say, your man is truly good. From now on, Mom will be using him with you too. Any objections?"
"What do you an ' any objections'? Mom, how could you do sothing like this? Don't you have your own man?"
"Let's forget about that man of mine. He's completely impotent. If you don't want to share with Mom, then I'll just have all the fun myself~."
"I... I don't know... I can't believe you'd say sothing like that."
"Why wouldn't you believe it? After we have our way with you today, nothing will be unacceptable. My precious daughter, hurry up and join our little play~."
Mrs. Miura's expression grew increasingly depraved as she suddenly forced a kiss onto Roland lips.
At that mont, Roland also pulled Yumiko in, and the three of them pressed their lips together.
And so, the mother and daughter finally fell into Roland's embrace together~.
What awaited them next was a day and night of relentless debauchery... As for rest of the things like normalcy or logic or common sense they can fuck themselves!
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