Chapter 1607
Zella couldn't help but squirm, her breath coming in gasps, the tingling pleasure washing over her like a tide. Yet, she bit her lip, refusing to moan aloud. Like Audrey, she was a traditional woman, always reserved during sex, unwilling to show intense desire, feeling it was too shameful and wanton.
"No, Alfie, stop!" Zella's breathing grew rapid. Under Alfie's teasing fingers, her elegant demeanor vanished. Her lower body convulsed, her hips swayed, and her thighs clamped tightly around Alfie's hand as her arousal flowed freely.
"Does it feel good, babe?" Alfie was captivated by Zella's coy resistance. With his looks and charm, he could have any woman, but the first time he saw Zella, he was drawn to her noble and elegant aura. He pursued her fervently and eventually won her over. They had been married for five years, deeply in love, and their sex life was fulfilling. Alfie always prepared surprises for Zella's birthdays, showing his deep affection for her.
"Mm!" Zella's face flushed, her eyes seductive, her long legs intertwined, pressing Alfie's hand tightly. She wanted Alfie to continue but couldn't bring herself to say it. In sex, men could be passionate and proactive, but women had to be reserved and passive.
"Darling, you're so beautiful. Marrying you is the best thing that ever happened to me," Alfie said emotionally, removing his shorts. His erection sprang free, an average-sized penis, not too dark, appearing tender and delicate, not overly aggressive.
Seeing Alfie's erect penis, Zella's eyes filled with desire. She bit her lip and grasped his hot member, stroking it. But for some reason, Kevin's image flashed in her mind. At Fairy Lake, she had accidentally seen Kevin urinating, and his large, thick penis left a strong impression on her. Though it was just a fleeting glimpse, she knew Kevin's penis was significantly longer than Alfie's.
"I wonder how long Kevin's penis really is?"
Zella continued to stroke Alfie's penis. Even though Alfie's erection exceeded the average size, Kevin's was at least two inches longer, meaning it could penetrate two inches deeper, a depth any woman would dream of.
Soon, Alfie's penis was rock hard from Zella's touch, his glans tingling with the urge to release. He quickly positioned himself over Zella, spreading her legs, and began to rub his glans against her vagina.
So hot, so itchy.
Zella felt her desire growing uncontrollably, her lower body itching unbearably. As an art teacher, she longed for pure emotional connections and was somewhat repelled by the raw, animalistic nature of sex, viewing it as dirty and unclean. She believed that as higher beings, sex shouldn't be the only way to satisfy oneself; there should be a focus on spiritual connection.
However, this Platonic ideal was hard for ordinary people to accept. While dating, Alfie often accompanied Zella to art exhibitions and concerts, but he did it to please her, not out of genuine interest.
After marriage, he rarely joined her for such activities, showing interest only in their sex life. In the early days of their marriage, they had sex almost every night, which overwhelmed Zella, but she couldn't refuse, feeling it was her duty as a wife. Yet, this purely physical connection couldn't satisfy her deeper emotional needs.
It was unbearable. Zella's vagina itched intensely as Alfie's glans rubbed against her labia majora. She hated this feeling. As an educated woman with an appreciation for art, she despised the idea of being consumed by physical desire like ordinary women. But her body's instincts were hard to resist.
"Mm, mm!" As Alfie's glans gradually entered her vagina, Zella couldn't withstand the intense desire within her. Her smooth skin turned a tempting pink, and her lower body itched uncontrollably. Her legs instinctively wrapped around Alfie's waist, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.
Seeing Zella's arousal, Alfie thrust forward, his glans entering her wet vagina. Zella let out a soft moan as her slick, tight flesh enveloped his penis, her vaginal walls contracting and squeezing, creating a sensation so exquisite he almost came immediately.
He held his breath, trying to avoid climaxing too soon. His stamina wasn't great, and their sessions usually lasted around ten minutes. If he went too fast or intense, he wouldn't even last three minutes.
His glans slowly stretched her tight vaginal opening, pushing deeper. As her arousal lubricated him, his movements became smoother.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate union and heavy breathing.
With Alfie's thrusts, Zella couldn't help but moan intermittently. She clung to Alfie's back, her large breasts pressed against his chest, enduring the repeated thrusts of his hot penis. Her desire for an orgasm grew, her initial restraint fading, even wishing Alfie would be rougher.
Alfie would thrust a dozen times, then slow down to rest before continuing. This rhythm was exhausting, but it was the only way he could last ten minutes. Despite this, Zella's slick vagina made it hard for him to control himself. Soon, his head spun, his glans tingling. Knowing he was close, he thrust a few more times before releasing inside her warm vagina.
Alfie's body trembled as he lay on Zella's soft body, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. He wasn't fond of exercise, often sickly, and his physical condition was poor. Even slight exertion made him sweat, and the intensity of sex required both explosive power and endurance. Since becoming a manager, he often attended banquets, and his health had deteriorated.
"Sorry, babe, I came again. You didn't reach orgasm, did you?" Alfie asked, embarrassed, having lasted less than ten minutes this time.
"It's okay, Alfie," Zella said softly, holding his damp hair. "I felt good. You did well."
But the more understanding Zella was, the guiltier Alfie felt. What man didn't want to make his wife orgasm? Except for a few times early in their marriage, he hadn't made Zella orgasm since. Though she never complained, he always felt inadequate.
His penis soon softened, slipping out of Zella's contracting vagina, which closed up again. A milky fluid slowly flowed from her vaginal opening.
Seeing Zella's vagina leaking semen, Alfie wanted to rally, but his penis couldn't respond. He lay beside her, watching as she grabbed a tissue to clean herself. "By the way, babe, I heard you on the phone earlier. Who were you talking to?"
Seeing Alfie's probing look, Zella felt a surge of anger. Though Alfie was usually accommodating, he was particularly insecure about this. Whenever she made a call or went out, he would inquire about her whereabouts or who she was talking to.
If it were a man, he would subtly probe, gradually causing her to distance herself from her old friends after marriage. She knew Alfie cared, but his concern felt suffocating. She wanted a relaxed, trusting relationship, not one filled with suspicion.
She had talked to Alfie about this, but he always laughed it off, saying he was just concerned and didn't mean anything by it, asking her not to misunderstand. Zella felt helpless, finding it pointless to argue over such trivial matters, but it still made her uncomfortable.
Suppressing her irritation, Zella replied, "It was Kevin."
"Kevin?" Alfie had long forgotten about Kevin.
"The student we met at Fairy Lake with Greg. He goes to Sunset Valley High School in Harmony County," Zella explained.
"Oh, I remember now," Alfie frowned. "Why is he calling you? He's just a country kid. You don't need to bother with him."
"Alfie, Kevin saved our son's life," Zella suddenly sat up, her tone cold. "If you're still Greg's father, you should be grateful."
"Okay, okay," Alfie quickly smiled, trying to appease her. "I was just joking. If Kevin ever needs anything, I'll help him. Is that better?"
"He's just a student. He doesn't need anything from you. He was asking about art. It has nothing to do with you," Zella said, rolling her eyes. Since becoming a bank manager, Alfie had grown more arrogant, looking down on ordinary people. Whenever relatives or friends called, his first thought was whether they needed a favor.
"Darling, I'm sorry," Alfie said, hugging Zella's waist and kissing her lips, his hand fondling her full breasts. "Let's do it again. I wasn't satisfied earlier."
Though Zella was reluctant, she obediently spread her legs, allowing Alfie's penis to rub against her lower body once more.
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