Husband... mmm... You...

Although Jake was strong and robust, his knees finally gave out under prolonged pressure, forcing him to change his approach.

Watching his still-drunk aunt and peering into her empty "inner voices," Jake gritted his teeth. Keeping his lower body still, his cock remained buried inside his aunt's honeyed pussy.

He released her knees, instead gripping her soft, perky buttocks, and with a sudden forceful lift, her upper body swayed back and forth from the momentum.

After a few attempts, Jake finally managed to pull his aunt's upper body into his embrace. Her pale arms curled against his chest, and to better control her body, his hands gradually shifted from her plump buttocks to her thick thighs, his strong arms firmly supporting her silky legs.

The drastic movement finally made Taylor aware of something. After battling with her husband for so long, her body and mind had been thoroughly satisfied.

His stamina and creativity had far exceeded the usual, and ever since he had lifted her legs and thrust into her, her consciousness had begun piecing itself back together bit by bit.

Now, more and more fragments of her awareness reassembled, allowing her to instinctively respond to her husband's lovemaking.

Jake turned his aunt in his arms and sat down on the spot where she had been reclining earlier, completely unbothered by the love juices she had sprayed.

The sweltering environment had Jake and his aunt clinging tightly to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, yet nothing could dampen their passionate coupling.

With his knees relieved, Jake maneuvered his aunt onto the sofa, her pinkish-white, sheer-stockinged legs straddling his lower body.

Before Jake could adjust her upper body, his aunt instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Unaware that she had fully awakened, Jake assumed it was just another automatic bodily response like before.

Now at his peak, Jake spread his slightly numb calves, hands gripping his aunt's slender waist, and began thrusting his powerful lower body, starting gently before building in intensity.

Free of all restraints, Jake, fully liberated in body and mind, was just beginning to showcase his endurance.

The sweat-drenched white shirt clinging to his skin annoyed him. Freeing his right hand momentarily, he unbuttoned it one by one and tossed it aside.

His healthy, wheat-toned skin contrasted sharply with his aunt's snow-white complexion.

His defined four-pack abs, now hinting at a fifth and sixth under the rhythmic thrusting of his hips stood in stark opposition to his aunt's smooth, flat stomach, as if they were a match made in heaven.

His aunt's light blue round-neck shirt had slipped slightly, her full breasts pressing against Jake's bare chest, the soft yet firm sensation driving him wild.

His hands roamed her slender waist, occasionally squeezing possessively, as if afraid she might escape.

The unfamiliar position didn't raise Taylor's suspicions. Instead, she instinctively matched Jake's movements, swaying her body in sync.

Jake's cock pistoned like a pounding machine, its relentless speed and even force giving Taylor's pussy an exhilarating, addictive massage.

Her mysterious depths gradually adjusted to the width and length of his shaft.

"Slap… slap… slap…"

"Squelch… squelch… squelch…"

Jake's thrusts collided with her body, producing loud, lewd noises, pale flesh against tanned skin, pussy against cock, love juices mixing, the obscenely erotic symphony endlessly looping in the warmly decorated living room.

A strong, handsome young man and a mature, alluring beauty—nephew and aunt, student and teacher—now found themselves in the improbable position of her on top, him seated beneath, her legs spread wide over his lap.

Jake's lust plunged deeper. Hundreds of thrusts later, his stamina hadn't waned, but his aunt's pussy, its tight tunnel repeatedly impaled by his cock, had swollen from prolonged friction, building overwhelming pressure once more.

His broad cockhead felt as if suddenly embraced by a buxom beauty, the engorged tip nearly crushed by her velvety walls.

Thanks to the riding position, Jake's cock penetrated even deeper, now frequently battering against her cervix.

"Ah… mmm… oh…" The overwhelming pleasure drew continuous moans from Taylor, her suppressed sounds growing louder.

The man in her arms today was like a god of war, delivering unprecedented ecstasy.

The relentless stimulation of his cock and slit made Jake feel the urge to erupt. Only then did he remember, Don't cum inside, or this'll be hard to explain. 

His brain warned him, and Jake began preparing for the final release.

His large hands slid from her slender waist to her plump buttocks, greedily kneading them first, savoring the smoothness of her flesh-toned stockings and the suppleness of her curves.

Then, matching his fierce thrusts, he accelerated into a final, powerful sprint.

His mouth wasn't idle either, he buried his face against her smooth neck, his tongue lavishing her skin with obsessive licks.

Lost in pleasure, Taylor also neared her limit. Her head tilted back, her damp hair strewn wildly over her back and chest, a few strands clinging to her forehead with sweat. Her eyelids fluttered, long lashes trembling in sync.

Her rounded nose pointed toward the ceiling, her lips parted in continuous moans that grew louder and more unrestrained. Her pink tongue writhed obscenely.

Her ample chest bounced, grinding against Jake's torso. Her willow-thin waist arched backward, her arms crossed behind his neck.

Her hips bucked wildly, each time Jake thrust upward, her thighs tensed slightly, as if trying to evade the assault on her cervix. Yet when his cock withdrew, she couldn't help but slam back down, her quivering entrance colliding with his swollen head once more.

Taylor wasn't the only one moaning loudly now, Jake, too, groaned in pleasure.

The torn sheer stockings clung to Taylor's long legs, a desolate yet seductive sight. Her arched feet pressed into the sofa, the soles of her stockings wrinkling from pleasure, her delicate toes curling tightly without respite.

"Squelch… slap… squelch… slap…"

"Mmm… ah… oh… ahhh…"

Jake and Taylor were lost in frenzied mating, their two bodies recklessly shedding sweat as if no one else were around, their lewd voices filling the living room.

"Yana, Teacher, Wife, harder, I..." What Jake was thinking actually spilled out in a loud, unrestrained voice.

He had expected to hear only Yana's unrestrained moans.

To his surprise, Yana also let out wanton cries that didn't suit her usual demeanor: "Husband... you're so good... fuck me..."

Jake, deep in the whirlpool of desire, didn't question it at all. Instead, he grew even wilder.

"Yes... Wife... I love you..."

"Slap... slap..."

"Me too... husband... mmm... harder... I'm really... so comfortable."

The drug-like sex and the deeply affectionate words made Jake's mind go blank. The temperature of his cock instantly rose, its hardness reaching its peak. By now, he was already at his limit.

Meanwhile, Taylor, who had just gradually sobered up from a hangover, had exhausted all her strength in endless sex.

As she approached climax, her body grew weak, but the sensitive peak inside her honey passage reacted ahead of time.

"Husband... slower... I... can't take it..."

"Ah..."

With Taylor's final, loud, sob-like moan, her orgasm arrived as expected. Hotter than the first time, her feminine essence poured out like the waters of the River.

By now, Jake was also on the verge of collapse. His lower body made its final upward thrusts, his mouth seeking Yana's cherry lips.

Taylor also responded instinctively, their tongues meeting in a soft, wet, and slippery kiss that symbolized both the beginning and the end.

"Husband... cum inside me... I want to have your child..."

At the height of her climax, Taylor tightly hugged Jake, kissing him passionately and whispering deep affection.

At the same time, her chaotic consciousness mostly recovered. Her sexy, starry eyes struggled to open slowly, wanting to see her lover's face clearly.

"Husband... mmm... you..."

Though Taylor wasn't wearing glasses, at such close proximity and after prolonged sex, the lingering effects of alcohol gradually faded, leaving her mind much clearer than before.