Chapter 1375
Grace lay spent on the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hair fanned out around her head, her eyes glazed with satiation. A sheen of perspiration covered her smooth, pink skin, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. Between her long legs, still spread wide, Kevin's cock slowly withdrew from her swollen pussy, drawing out a string of sticky fluid that clung to her pubic hair.
Kevin eagerly spread Grace's round legs apart, teasing her crimson labia with his glans. Her smooth, white skin radiated an irresistible allure. Leaning in, he captured Grace's lips with his own, his tongue breaching her teeth to explore her mouth, entwining with her tongue in playful suction. Below, his large glans began to thrust fervently into her tender, red vagina. The sensation of her slippery, sticky walls clasping his penis was beyond his imagination. Each squeeze of her vaginal walls around his glans sent waves of pleasure through his spine, testing his endurance.
He held Grace's sweat-drenched body as he continued his deep, rhythmic thrusts, his hot, hard cock moving in and out of her slick, wet vagina. Her vaginal opening, framed by its red, fleshy lips, was pounded so intensely that it turned inside out, releasing fresh waves of vaginal discharge. The sight was overwhelmingly erotic.
On the couch, Kevin played with Grace's body, her skin flushed with excitement, her eyes glowing with desire. The living room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping and the wet noises of her vagina being penetrated by his penis.
"Kevin, haven't you come yet?" Grace whispered, a flicker of anxiety in her voice. She was worried about Andy overhearing them, unaware that her son had already witnessed their coupling and found his own release.
"Not yet, baby," Kevin grinned, his thrusts continuing without pause, his hand cupping her breast. "I want to enjoy this a little longer. Why haven't you come to see me lately?"
Grace shot him a playful, yet slightly accusatory look. "Is it because Alissa's been keeping you busy? Have you been sleeping with her?"
"No, Alissa's been swamped with school stuff. I haven't even seen her much," Kevin replied, technically telling the truth. He hadn't seen much of Audrey lately either, let alone Alissa.
"Really?" Grace questioned, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "I thought she got promoted. She's not a homeroom teacher anymore, so why is she so busy?"
"She's working on grant applications for the school. Audrey's involved too," Kevin explained. "That's why I've had the time to come see you."
"Oh," Grace sighed. "Sunset Valley High is doing so well these days. Your principal is really something. Unlike our Maple Grove High, where nothing ever changes. Salaries stay the same, no chance of getting school housing… I should have gone to Sunset Valley High back then."
"You could still come now. Be our gym teacher," Kevin chuckled, imagining Albert's reaction if Grace actually became their gym teacher. The old man had been lusting after Grace's ass for years.
"Sure, when you're principal of Sunset Valley High, you can transfer me over," Grace purred, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed, her smooth legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "Then, whenever you want to fuck, you can just call me to your office, how about that?"
He held Grace's big buttocks, thrusting his hips, starting a new round of thrusting, enjoying the sensation of her vagina's layers squeezing his glans. His 8-inch long, thick cock was almost entirely inside Grace's vagina, his heavy testicles pressed against her buttocks, with no gap between his cock and her labia.
Grace's cervix was also gripping Kevin's glans, the tender flesh inside her vagina massaging and sucking his sensitive urethral meatus. Her cervix kept secreting vaginal discharge, swirling around his glans with each thrust, the intense pleasure making Kevin's mind go blank. He had no other thoughts, just wanting to fuck Grace's perfect vagina hard.
His veiny, wrinkled testicles slapped against her buttocks with each thrust, as if trying to push both testicles into Grace's deep vagina. The vaginal discharge, mixed with the friction of his penis, created sticky white strings at their point of contact. Their groins became sticky, and each time they separated, strings of sticky fluid stretched between them like cheese.
The lewd and stimulating scene left Andy, who was watching from a distance, dumbfounded. He finally understood why Grace was so willing to have sex with Kevin. This guy was incredible. If only he had a cock as long as Kevin's, maybe he could make Grace fall for him, too. He looked down at his own penis, which was less than a third the length of Kevin's, and felt a wave of dejection. How could Grace ever be interested in his small dick after being penetrated by Kevin's thick, long cock?
The sounds of their sexual moans throughout the living room. Kevin was performing exceptionally well today, having made love to Grace for a full half-hour without ejaculating. They had even changed positions once, with Grace bending over and taking it from behind. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, Grace had lost consciousness, her body responding instinctively to Kevin's fervent thrusts.
As Kevin felt himself nearing ejaculation, he gripped Grace's plump buttocks tightly, his fingers sinking deep into her soft flesh. Summoning all his strength, he thrust as if trying to embed his entire penis within her, every movement pushing their bodies to the brink of ultimate pleasure.
Grace, no stranger to Kevin's stamina, recognized the telltale signs of his impending climax. The increasing speed of his thrusts, the tightening of his muscles, the guttural groans escaping his lips. Anticipating his eruption, she instinctively lifted her hips, offering him deeper access. Even Andy, watching from afar, held his breath, caught up in the anticipation of the final, explosive moment.
Kevin slammed his hips against Grace's plump buttocks, his glans deeply embedded in her cervix. The tender flesh of her cervix wrapped around his glans, bringing him to the peak of pleasure. Semen rushed through his vas deferens to his urethral meatus, his cock twitching as it ejaculated all the semen into her cervix.
Afterward, they cuddled for a while, but Grace, worried that Andy might find out, urged Kevin to get dressed and leave. Kevin reluctantly put on his clothes and left Grace's house.
Meanwhile, a short, wiry man trudged towards the Maple Grove High residential area. It was Byron, Grace's husband. His brow was furrowed, his expression grim. He'd had a run-in with a difficult customer at the market, a familiar face who'd demanded a discount on his already low prices. The man had sneered, saying something about Byron not needing to be so stingy since his wife, Grace, could bring home the bacon. Byron sensed a hidden meaning in the words, but the man had just smirked and walked away.
The encounter had left him feeling uneasy. Business had been slow that day anyway, so he decided to close up shop and head home. As he approached his building, he noticed a sleek Audi parked out front. His heart sank. He recognized it as Chase's car. Chase had been hanging around Maple Grove High a lot lately, and Byron suspected he was there to see Grace.
The memory of the semen stains he'd found on Grace's stockings resurfaced, fueling his resentment. He hated Chase, hated the way he'd abandoned Grace years ago, only to reappear and disrupt her life again. Grace was the most important person in Byron's life, and he wasn't going to let anyone take her away from him.
Seeing the car unattended, a surge of anger pulsed through him. He picked up a rock, intending to scratch the vehicle's pristine paint job. But as he approached the Audi, a voice startled him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
A tall figure emerged from the building. It was Chase.
He strode towards the car, his eyes narrowing as he recognized Byron. "I thought it was some punk kid causing trouble. It's you. What, planning on vandalizing my car?"
"No, no, I… I saw a dog, and I was trying to scare it away," Byron stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Right. Do you know how much this car costs? You couldn't afford it if you sold vegetables for the rest of your life," Chase sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. He couldn't understand why Grace stayed with this pathetic loser. He'd been texting her constantly, trying to rekindle their relationship, but she never responded. It was driving him crazy.
Byron, humiliated by Chase's words, didn't dare to argue. He knew Chase was right. He even felt a twinge of relief that he hadn't actually scratched the car.
Seeing Byron's submissive demeanor, Chase lost interest in the confrontation. He shook his head, disgust evident in his expression. "Byron, Grace marrying you was the biggest mistake of her life. If I were you, I'd have offed myself by now. What's the point?"
With that, he climbed into his car and drove away, leaving Byron standing there, his fists clenched, his face burning with rage.
He walked heavily into his apartment, his mind racing. He heard the sound of the shower running and assumed Grace was cleaning up. He sat down on the couch, but immediately felt something wet beneath him. He stood up and saw a large, damp stain on the cushion. Nervously, he bent down and sniffed. The unmistakable scent of semen filled his nostrils. Remembering that Chase had just come out of the building, a wave of fury washed over him. Chase had just been here, fucking his wife on their couch! He was sure of it.
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