Chapter 859: Intense Pre-Meal Exercise
"Godmother, your pussy is so tight, it feels amazing," Kevin said, gripping Grace's round, plump buttocks as his thick, hard penis thrust vigorously into her cavernous vagina. He felt that her vagina, like her personality, was straightforward, unlike Vanessa's, which was convoluted and hard to figure out.
Grace's vagina was slightly looser compared to Evelyn's and Alissa's, women of the same age group, but its unique feature was its incredible length. If Vanessa's vagina was a winding path with each step bringing a new sensation, and Evelyn's and Alissa's were narrow alleys with unexpected twists, then Grace's was a wide, straight highway, clear and direct, yet seemingly endless, making it challenging to reach the end.
Grace's husband Byron's short penis couldn't penetrate deeply, and even Kevin's over eight-inch shaft could only reach her cervix in certain positions. The current doggy style was a bit of a struggle.
"Ah... Kevin, harder! Godmother is going to die from this pleasure. Yes, just like that, push deeper," Grace moaned, her strong, white legs straight and her plump buttocks shaking like a bitch in heat. Her face showed insatiable desire as she let Kevin's big cock pound her pussy. Who would have thought that the most beautiful and sexy PE teacher at school could be so wanton and lascivious?
In the bedroom, the tall, athletic PE teacher was naked from the waist down, her white, round buttocks raised as she leaned against the wall. Behind her stood an equally tall young man, his hands kneading her firm buttocks while his thick penis thrust into her from behind, their hips slapping together loudly.
As Kevin and Grace indulged in their passionate affair, Byron's voice suddenly came from the living room, "Grace, where did you go?"
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Grace's face changed slightly. She quickly shouted, "Byron, don't come in. I'm helping Kevin try on clothes. What do you need?"
Kevin was also frightened, about to pull out his penis. But as soon as he withdrew halfway, Grace's buttocks pushed back, engulfing his penis again, her firm buttocks clamping tightly around his shaft, clearly not wanting him to pull out. The countless folds inside her vagina also clung to his shaft, creating a barrier on the wide road, making it hard for him to move but feeling incredibly pleasurable.
"Oh, I wondered where you went," Byron said, seeing the bedroom door ajar. He didn't think much of it and asked from the doorway, "How should I cook the fish we bought?"
Grace turned to look at Kevin's tense face, subtly moving her white, plump buttocks, her vaginal walls squeezing Kevin's hot penis. She deliberately asked loudly, "Kevin, what do you want to eat?"
"I don't know, anything is fine," Kevin said, hearing Byron's voice just outside the door, ready to come in at any moment while his penis was still inside Grace. He felt both terrified and incredibly excited, feeling Grace's hot, slippery vagina contracting around his penis. He spoke casually while slowly moving his hips, letting his penis slide gently in and out of her heavenly pussy. This slow rhythm felt even more soul-stirring than the vigorous thrusts earlier, as if countless little mouths were sucking on his penis, making the glans tingle with the urge to ejaculate.
"This fish is very fresh. I'll cook it well for you," Grace said, biting her lip, enjoying the intense pleasure of Kevin's thick penis thrusting inside her while instructing her husband outside the door.
These past few days, she and her husband had been traveling. During the day, things were fine, but at night, her husband would fall asleep exhausted, leaving her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She missed Kevin's big cock, but could only relieve herself with her fingers. But fingers couldn't compare to a hot penis, making her want it more and more each day. It was almost unbearable. Byron wanted to continue the trip, but Grace couldn't stand it any longer and bought tickets to return home. She had eagerly called Bethany in the morning, asking Kevin to come over for lunch, just to find an opportunity to have sex with him.
Initially, she planned to wait until after lunch, send her husband and son away, and then have a good time with Kevin. But seeing Kevin had made her body react strongly, her lower body itching unbearably, wet with desire. She couldn't wait any longer and pulled Kevin into the bedroom for a quick fix.
"Alright, I'll use water then," Byron said cheerfully, completely unaware that his beautiful, sexy wife was being fucked senseless by Kevin. "By the way, didn't Andy go to buy drinks? Why isn't he back yet? Lunch is almost ready. Should I go look for him?"
"It's fine. He's probably at the internet cafe watching people play games. He'll come back when he's hungry. Don't worry about him," Grace said impatiently, her hands on the wall, her waist sinking and her buttocks raised high, letting Kevin's penis slide in and out of her wet slit. She felt unsatisfied and urged, "Alright, go cook. Stop dawdling."
"Okay, okay, I'm going," Byron said, turning back to the kitchen. He took a few steps, then stopped, looking at the ajar bedroom door, feeling something was off but couldn't pinpoint what.
Kevin was a boy, so there was no need to try on clothes in the bedroom, especially in their bedroom. And it was taking so long. Were they doing something else in there? But Byron quickly dismissed the thought as too dirty. Grace had known Bethany for a long time, and Kevin had nursed from her when he was a baby, later recognizing Grace as his godmother. It was normal for them to be close. If there were really something wrong, they wouldn't do it in front of him with the door ajar.
Byron had always felt unworthy of Grace since marrying her. In terms of height, looks, and job, he was far inferior. If it weren't for his father Wayne saving Grace from a suicide attempt after a breakup, he wouldn't have married such a beautiful wife.
In the early days of their marriage, Byron felt like he was dreaming. Coming home every night to see his tall, sexy wife made him feel incredibly lucky. Grace didn't despise him, taking care of everything at home and being a perfect wife. She even gave him a son, Andy, leaving no room for complaints.
Byron's only concern was their unsatisfactory sex life. His penis was short, while Grace was tall, with long legs and a huge butt, making her intimidating. Every time he struggled to penetrate her, it felt like swimming in deep water, unable to reach the bottom, making him feel embarrassed.
Grace's silent disappointment after sex hurt his pride deeply. Over the years, he felt increasingly inadequate. Sometimes, as soon as he entered her, her strong legs would clamp down, and a slight twist of her hips would make him ejaculate, making it more of a one-sided slaughter than lovemaking.
Many mocked him for marrying such a beautiful wife, predicting she would eventually cheat. But Byron didn't believe it. If Grace were vain, she wouldn't have married him in the first place or stayed with him for so long.
Recently, Grace's ex-boyfriend had been harassing her, trying to reconcile, often lurking around their home. Byron wanted to beat him up but couldn't because the man was the head of student affairs at Grace's school. He feared Grace might soften and rekindle their relationship. But the man suddenly disappeared, perhaps giving up after seeing Grace's firm stance, relieving Byron.
Byron was most proud of marrying a beautiful wife. If Grace ever betrayed him, he couldn't imagine what he would do, likely begging her to stay, feeling she had already sacrificed too much by marrying him.
After Byron left, Grace closed the bedroom door and turned to Kevin, panting, "Kevin, hurry up. I'm almost there."
"Okay," Kevin said, seeing his godmother's seductive look. He grabbed her thick, firm buttocks and started thrusting vigorously, making Grace's tall, strong body shake uncontrollably. Her tank top-clad breasts bounced wildly, and her wet, swollen labia clung tightly to Kevin's shaft, dripping with juices that soaked their pubic hair, sticking it to their skin.
"So good, harder, Kevin, faster, faster," Grace moaned, her head tilted back, eyes half-closed, biting her lip. Her strong, white legs trembled, her knuckles turning white from gripping the wall, clearly at the peak of her pleasure.
Kevin was sweating, his hips slamming into Grace's firm buttocks, his thick shaft pistoning in and out of her vagina. His hands roamed over her smooth thighs and round buttocks, relishing the intense friction.
Seeing his godmother's tall, strong body trembling under his thrusts filled Kevin with satisfaction and pride. Any man would feel thrilled to conquer such a lustful, wild woman.
"Kevin, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to die," Grace moaned, feeling unprecedented excitement and stimulation from Kevin's rough thrusts. She felt like she was on a high-powered rocket, soaring into the sky. Her legs tightened, her buttocks shook wildly, and her vagina spasmed, quickly reaching orgasm.
Kevin felt Grace's vagina contracting around his penis, making his glans tingle. Unable to hold back, he thrust a few more times, feeling a tingling in his scalp as his urethra opened, and his glans twitched, shooting thick, hot semen into his godmother's spasming womb.
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