Super Rich: I Can Hear Women's Inner Voices-Chapter 35: Don’t Call Me... Auntie...

Jake's technique was practiced. The familiar sensation of his tongue on her earlobes sent waves of pleasure through Taylor. Only now did she realize how much care a woman could receive. Her dreamlike encounter with her husband had never involved anything like this.

The tingling pleasure in her nipples and the electrifying sensitivity of her earlobes sent shockwaves straight to her brain. The overwhelming ecstasy made Taylor feel as if she were floating in paradise, lost in a haze of pleasure.

The intoxicating sensation made her forget herself. She was not a wanton woman, but the growing itch between her legs left her both ashamed and frustrated. As Jake's lips trailed from her earlobes to her neck, she couldn't help but let out a shameless plea.

"Jake, stop teasing... just take me, I can't stand it!"

How could Jake refuse such an invitation from a beautiful mature woman? Though he wanted to prolong the foreplay to deepen their connection, Taylor's lustful yet tender cry left him no choice.

"Okay, Auntie," he replied simply.

Hearing him call her "Auntie," Taylor closed her eyes in embarrassment.

Jake slowly sat up, sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders before gently pulling the entire garment down and tossing it aside. Taylor trembled uncontrollably, her hands covering her face as she surrendered to Jake's ministrations.

Her smooth, delicate skin was now fully exposed. Her shoulders were elegantly slender, her waist narrow and free of any excess fat. Her flat stomach led down to a small, adorable belly button. Her proportions were perfectly balanced—her upper half dominated by towering breasts barely contained by a black lace bra. It was Jake's first time seeing her full bust, and he was stunned.

Her breasts were far larger than he'd imagined—easily an E-cup, if not bordering on F. The snowy flesh spilled out, pressed together to form a deep cleavage. It seemed her cup size was so large that standard bras couldn't fully contain her.

Her lower half was clad in matching black panties, the fabric snug between her plump thighs. The front featured a small, flesh-colored bow, while the crotch was lined with white fabric, barely covering her thick labia.

Without lingering too long to admire her luscious body, Jake moved to remove her panties.

The sexy underwear slid down her thighs, revealing her alluring, mysterious garden. Jake gently but firmly spread her long, pale legs. A faint, musky scent wafted up, mingling with the sight of her neatly trimmed black curls. Her pink labia were nestled within, glistening with slick arousal.

He had expected to need more foreplay before she was ready, but to his surprise, Taylor was already dripping wet.

Using his thumb and forefinger, he gathered her sticky fluids and spread them over her delicate folds. Her pussy was as pink and tender as a young girl's.

Jake swallowed hard, quickly shedding his underwear and lining up his throbbing cock. Without further delay, he pushed forward.

Taylor, still wondering why Jake hadn't moved, suddenly gasped as his massive shaft plunged into her.

With a wet "squelch," Jake's thick cock buried itself deep inside her tight passage, sliding effortlessly thanks to her abundant lubrication.

"Ah... be gentle..." Despite Jake's efforts to go slow, Taylor couldn't handle his size. Compared to her husband, he was in a league of his own.

Jake gritted his teeth, no longer able to hold back. He lifted Taylor's smooth legs and thrust forward, determined to bury himself to the hilt.

For the first time, Taylor fully experienced the overwhelming fullness of a massive cock. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead as the initial pain gave way to unparalleled pleasure.

Her empty pussy, like a starving leech, clung to Jake's thick shaft, greedily sucking him in. Her moans grew louder.

Once adjusted to her tightness, Jake began moving in earnest. This time, he didn't have to hold back for fear of waking her.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Starting slow before gradually increasing in speed and depth, Jake established a steady rhythm. Their bodies were intimately connected, marking the beginning of their passionate lovemaking.

Taylor's moans, now fully conscious, were far more stimulating than when she'd been drunk.

Each thrust forced her inner walls to part, her tight folds stretching to accommodate him. The friction as he pulled out was equally intense, her velvety muscles gripping him tightly. The sensation was like struggling free from quicksand—the suction threatened to drain him completely.

For an average man, lasting five minutes would be an achievement, given Taylor's beauty and tightness. But Jake was exceptionally gifted—18 cm long, as thick as a child's wrist, and with incredible stamina. With Mia, he typically lasted at least half an hour, sometimes even an hour.

Usually, it was said that the ox would tire before the field wore out, but Jake was the opposite. He often fucked Mia until she begged for mercy, resorting to finishing him with her mouth.

Now, Mia's aunt was enduring the full force of his thrusts. Though they weren't blood-related, if Jake married Mia in the future, Taylor would legally be his aunt.

The forbidden nature of their relationship only heightened the pleasure. Taylor's pussy grew wetter every time Jake called her "Auntie," as if the taboo itself was a form of foreplay.

"Schlick, schlick..."

"Slap, slap..."

"Auntie, you're so tight... you suck me in so well..." Jake, lost in passion, almost forgot that the woman beneath him wasn't Mia but her aunt.

The dirty talk he used with Mia made the traditionally reserved Taylor blush furiously, but she had no control over her lower body.

Her dripping pussy was being pounded relentlessly, Jake's heavy balls occasionally brushing her perineum, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Her body was becoming addicted, her fair skin flushing with arousal.

"Jake... ah... slower... don't call me... Auntie..." she managed to plead between moans.

Jake, focused on his thrusts, barely registered her words at first. Thinking she was in pain, he was surprised to realize she was simply embarrassed by the title.

In an instant, it seemed as if something was guiding Jake, making him want to tease his aunt playfully. His lower body moved in shallow thrusts. Every time his lips shifted position, he would engage in conversation with his aunt, seemingly answering her but actually teasing and flirting.

"If I don't call you aunt, then what should I call you?"

"Mmm... oh... whatever... just don't call me... aunt..."

"Teacher, I'll call you Teacher Taylor, okay..."

"Mmm... oh... fine... faster... I... I can't take it anymore..." The title of "aunt" always made Taylor feel guilty toward her niece. Though she wasn't thrilled about being called "teacher" either, the psychological difference was significant.

"Okay, Teacher Taylor, your student will satisfy you now..." Driven by desire, Jake seemed to lose himself, becoming increasingly unrestrained in his words.

His tongue stopped playing with his aunt's legs as his hands forcefully spread them apart, gripping each ankle firmly. His powerful cock thrust vigorously, using a pattern of three shallow strokes followed by one deep one to repeatedly strike the sweet depths of her pussy.

The large glans ground against the sensitive, pink flesh around her vaginal walls like a millstone, pushing and kneading until it reached near her cervix. However, due to the limitations of their position, the glans couldn't quite touch her deepest spot.

But for Taylor, it was already overwhelmingly pleasurable. Her mind was gradually consumed by lust, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, her delicate brows furrowed, and her pearly teeth biting her lower lip.

Her black hair splayed across the edge of the bed, her full, voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down. Fine beads of sweat gathered at her collarbone before trickling into the deep crevice of her cleavage. The black lace bra exuded a milky, lewd scent.

Her lips unconsciously murmured, "Oh... Jake... feels so good..."

Jake's legs flexed with powerful muscles, working in tandem with his lower body like a rapid-fire machine gun, vibrating at high speed. His aunt's delicate, petal-like labia were battered into disarray, and more and more of their mixed fluids seeped out, staining the silver-gray bedsheet until it was damp and darkened.

The air conditioner's cold breeze gradually took effect, lowering the room's temperature, but the passionate fire between the man and woman on the bed only burned hotter. The man gripped the beauty's slender, pale legs, spreading them into a "V" shape as his lower body tirelessly pistoned, making the wooden bedframe creak loudly.

Beneath the bed lay the woman's thin gray dress, crumpled into a ball, along with her black-and-white printed panties, the crotch stained with sticky, translucent fluid.

Taylor's long-neglected pussy was experiencing its most fulfilling day yet. Her brain felt as if it had been soaked in opium, isolating her from everything except the overwhelming pleasure searing through her mind.

After thrusting relentlessly over a hundred times, Jake's speed showed no signs of slowing. Gazing at his shy, lust-drunk aunt, an inexplicable sense of pride surged within him. Her ample breasts swayed enticingly before him, her barely clinging bra rendered useless, revealing a faint blush of arousal.