Super Rich: I Can Hear Women's Inner Voices-Chapter 75: Husband, You’re The Strongest~~~

This was Jake’s peak, the final climb before orgasm. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to free her right hand and unhooked the back strap of her bra, thinking it might excite Jake enough to make him cum faster!

But she underestimated him.

Jake was confused when her bra suddenly loosened, then realized Taylor had done it on purpose. Smirking to himself, he immediately grabbed her soft, explosive breasts with both hands. Matching the violent thrusts of his hips, he kneaded and squeezed her full, round tits.

His fingertips pressed and rubbed, stimulating her already trembling nipples. The deep red areolas were surrounded by faint pink halos.

At times, he clawed at her plump, tender flesh, pinching and twisting.

But no matter how roughly he played with them, Taylor’s massive, overflowing breasts always bounced back to their original round, full shape.

Even from a distance, Jake could almost smell the alluring scent of her milk.

Having never tasted breast milk, Jake fantasized deliriously—this must be what it was like.

"Schlick, schlick..." Jake attacked on three fronts—licking her legs, fucking her pussy, and kneading her tits. Each assault drew endless moans from Taylor.

"Mmm~ oh..."

But at the same time, the urge to pee grew stronger, sometimes even overshadowing the pleasure in her pussy. Jake showed no signs of cumming soon—though his cock was hot and hard inside her, it was nowhere near the edge of release.

"Jake... are you almost done... mmm~ I really need to go..."

Jake didn’t quite understand. "Little Aunt, what did you say?"

"Ah~ Jake... I need to pee..." Shamefully, Taylor finally managed to say it, but Jake remained unmoved.

"Pant... pant..."

"Little Aunt, hold on, I’m almost there, just bear with it..." Jake stopped playing with Taylor’s tits and stood up, fucking her in earnest.

Another few dozen thrusts later.

The sound of their pelvic bones colliding drowned out Taylor’s moans.

Taylor’s urge to pee was now unbearable, and it even heightened the sensitivity in her pussy.

"Jake... I really... can’t hold it... I need to go..." Taylor pleaded desperately.

Jake found it incredibly thrilling. The head of his cock twitched. "Little Aunt, hold it in, I’m almost there, just a little more."

Holding her beautiful legs, Jake’s massive cock pistoned in and out of Taylor’s pussy.

"Oh~ hah..." Maybe because Taylor was desperate to pee, her pussy clenched even tighter. Jake was in ecstasy.

"Little Aunt... I’m gonna cum... come on... call me husband..."

"What?"

"Call me husband... it’ll make me cum faster..."

"Mm~ oh... you..."

"Little Aunt... hurry..."

Taylor was on the verge of losing control. With every thrust, she was closer to peeing! For Taylor, calling him "husband" wasn’t a big deal—she was already divorced.

But suddenly calling someone so much younger "husband" felt awkward!

"Little Aunt... my good wife... call me husband..." Jake was exhilarated, his cock never stopping.

One second... two seconds... Taylor didn’t even last three before crying out, "Husband... husband... hurry..."

"Hurry what?"

Jake pushed further.

"Jake... you’re so mean..."

"Wife, you can’t just stop there... what do you call me?"

"Husband!"

"That’s more like it." Jake didn’t tease her anymore. Though he hadn’t heard Taylor say, "Husband, fuck me," just hearing her call him "husband" was enough.

To save time and let his little aunt use the bathroom, Jake removed the stocking and panties from her left foot, hanging them on her other leg.

As a result, her left foot was bare, the delicate pink toes and tense arch of her foot showing, while her right foot still wore the black panties and black patent leather high heels, the toe of the shoe pointing toward the ceiling.

One side was sexy and decadent, the other cute and urgent. The stunning visual spectacle made Jake’s lower body swell rapidly, bringing him to the brink of orgasm.

Taylor felt Jake’s suddenly scorching hot cock and knew she could still hold on.

But then Jake spread her legs wide, exposing her clit and urethra completely.

The cheongsam had long been pushed up above her belly, hanging loosely around her chest, the fragmented sense of tenderness driving Jake wild. And because of Jake’s sudden change in position, Taylor could no longer hold back.

"Husband... don’t look... Jake..." Two different terms of address, both laced with profound shame.

Jake didn’t realize what was happening at first. Then, at the point where their bodies joined, a stream of pale yellow liquid shot out from her urethra, as if she had been holding it in for too long and finally released it.

"Oh... ah... don’t look... don’t look... oh..." High-pitched moans mixed with soft, pleading reminders.

Only then did Jake realize—his little aunt had been fucked to the point of peeing!

At this moment, Taylor covered her flushed face in embarrassment, though her eyes still peeked through her fingers to gauge Jake’s reaction.

"So adorable," Jake thought to himself.

Taylor’s urine gradually slowed, the liquid covering their joined bodies, the sofa, and even the floor. Jake didn’t slow his thrusting just because she had peed. By now, he was also reaching his limit.

To his surprise, while he had been focused on her peeing, Taylor’s pussy also began to spasm and gush, her inner walls convulsing and squeezing, forcing Jake to climax prematurely.

"Wife, don’t worry, your husband doesn’t mind you..."

With that, he suddenly lifted Taylor’s plump hips and shouted, "Then don’t mind your husband either!"

Taylor didn’t understand what he meant until she moved her hands slightly and saw Jake suddenly pull out his cock, the swollen, angry head ready to erupt.

"Ah..." Thick, cloudy semen shot out from Jake’s slit!

"Pfft, pfft!" Like bursts from a fire hydrant, streams of liquid erupted from his balls, splattering across Taylor’s body.

This was the first time Taylor had seen a man ejaculate. With Jake’s cock now pulled out, her legs lay weakly on the sofa.

Thick ropes of cum shot out over a dozen times. Only when Jake gave a final shudder, releasing the last drop, did he see his little aunt’s voluptuous body covered in his precious essence.

Her long, beautiful legs were spread wide, one foot still in the black patent leather high heel, though it was on the verge of slipping off, the black panties crumpled into a ball. The other foot rested on the edge of the sofa, the delicate toes relaxed, hanging straight down.

Her upper body was barely covered by the thin cheongsam, unable to conceal the full, round swell of her snow-white breasts. Even after climax, her perky nipples remained erect.

Her lower body was even more of a mess—pale yellow urine and milky white semen mixed together, a single droplet of pee still clinging to her cute urethra. Her pink labia stood out in the midst of the mess, trembling slightly with each aftershock of her orgasm.

Taylor’s face was also covered in fresh streaks of Jake’s cum. The milky liquid clung to her disheveled hair, her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and especially her plump, cherry-red lips, which were slowly dripping with still-warm semen.

Seeing this, Jake’s spent cock began to stir again.

"Huff... huff..."

"Mmm..."

The air was thick with the mingled scent of their fluids, punctuated only by the woman’s soft moans and the man’s heavy breathing.

"Wife... did I fuck you so hard you peed?" Jake sat beside Taylor, wiping away the mess on her body.

"Ugh, shameless." Even though Taylor had countless insults in her heart, as a language teacher, she would never utter such crude, vulgar words.

"Hehe!"

From Taylor’s emotions, Jake didn’t sense any rejection or blame. Instead, it felt more like a motherly indulgence toward a child’s mischief, mixed with the satisfaction of pleasing her lover.

That was why he could shamelessly tease her like this.

"Little aunt, let’s go wash up together!" Jake invited.

Taylor didn’t move. After a moment of silence, she scolded, "Idiot, my legs are too weak. Carry me."

Hearing this, Jake’s masculine pride surged again. He stood up, scooped Taylor into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom.

"Whoosh..." The sound of the shower spray filled the bathroom.

A short while later, another wave of intoxicating moans began.

"Wife, is your husband strong?"

"Oh... you’re awful... so strong..."

"Husband, you’re the strongest..."

"Slap, slap, slap..."

"Pfft..."

"Wife..."

"Hmm?"

"Suck it for me."

"No... it’s dirty..."

"You’ve done it before, try again..."

"Ugh... you little devil..."