Read Novel Full Chapter 636: Naughty Womb’s Overflow
Chapter 636: Naughty Womb’s Overflow
The moment Jasmine’s husband stepped into the toilet, I used Telekenesis to freeze him, his body locked in place—stiff, unmoving, trapped in his own flesh. His legs refused to budge, his neck frozen, his head fixed in a horrified stare at his wife’s back—her tits bouncing, her pussy dripping as she rode my cock with shameless abandon.
"W-What’s happening—?" His voice cracked, panicked, desperate. "W-Why can’t I move—?!"
I bit down on Jasmine’s nipple—hard—forcing a sharp, gasping moan from her lips. "Aaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Her back arched, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock, milking me as she grinded herself harder against me.
Emily grinned, feral, her fingers trailing down Jasmine’s spine before stepping around to face the husband—his face twisted in horror, tears welling in his eyes.
"Mmmmm— Ohhh, darling..." Emily purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she cupped her own tits, squeezing them slowly. "You can’t move..." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear—his body stiff as stone. "...or you don’t want to?"
His voice broke, raw and shattered. "J-Jasmine... y-you bitch— Y-You destroyed our marriage— Twenty-five years—!"
Jasmine’s body shuddered, but she didn’t stop—didn’t even slow down. "Mmm— Y-Yes—" Her voice was a moan, broken but unrepentant, as she rocked her hips faster, my cock pounding into her pussy. "I destroyed it."
Her husband’s face crumpled, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched—helpless, trapped—while his wife fucked herself on my cock, her tits bouncing, her pussy squirting with every thrust.
"Y-You whore—" His voice was a sob, broken, betrayed. "H-How could you—?"
Jasmine laughed—low, cruel, her pussy clenching around my cock as she took me deeper. "Mmmmm— Oh, darling..." She panted, her voice thick with lust and venom.
"You never fucked me right." Her hips rocked harder, her juices dripping down my balls. "You never made me feel anything."
"I—I tried—!" His voice cracked, desperate, pleading—useless.
"Mmmmm— No, you didn’t." Jasmine moaned, her fingers digging into my thighs as she ground herself harder against me. "You let me wither." Her pussy pulsed around my cock, milking me desperately. "You let me starve."
"J-Jasmine— P-please—" His voice was a whimper, pathetic, broken.
"Aaaah—! Fuck—!" Jasmine cried out, her orgasm building, her pussy clenching tighter. "I found someone who does." She leaned back, her tits heaving, her nipples throbbing as she rode me harder. "And now..." Her voice dropped to a growl. "...you get to watch."
Emily chuckled, dark and amused, her fingers sliding down to circle her own clit as she watched the scene—a husband paralyzed, a wife ruined, a cock buried deep in betrayal.
"Mmmmm— Such a good girl." Emily purred, her voice sweet and poisoned. "Now cum for him, Jasmine." Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, her other hand gripping the husband’s chin, forcing him to watch. "Show your husband exactly what he lost."
Jasmine’s body convulsed, her tits bouncing, her nipples throbbing as she rode me harder, her pussy squirting with every thrust, her juices mixing with my cum as it dripped from her womb.
"Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! I’M—I’M CUMMING—!" Her voice broke, her pussy pulsing around my cock, milking me desperately—but my cock stayed buried deep, stuck in her womb, throbbing with unspent cum.
Emily grinned, feral, her eyes locking onto the obscene sight—my cock lodged in Jasmine’s womb, her juices leaking around the base, dripping down my balls.
"Ohhh— Looks like her womb is overflooded..." Emily chuckled, low and mocking, her fingers sliding down to grip Jasmine’s ass, squeezing hard. "...and can’t take any more cum..." She leaned in, her lips brushing the husband’s ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. "Mmmmm— Let me help you empty it."
Jasmine moaned, broken, shameless, as Emily’s hands gripped her ass, lifting her up—slowly, deliberately—forcing my cock to stretch her womb as it held on, clinging to the edge.
"Nnngh—! F-Fuck—!" Jasmine gasped, her pussy clenching desperately as Emily lifted her higher, her womb stretching around the head of my cock, refusing to let go.
"Aaaaaah—! It’s the Devil—!" Her husband yelled, his voice raw and broken, his body still paralyzed, his eyes locked onto the obscene sight—his wife impregnated by another man, her womb overflowing with cum. "H-He’s doing all this—! That’s why I can’t move—! Aaaaa—!"
I grabbed Jasmine’s waist, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lifted her up—hard—forcing her womb to stretch around my cock, the head clinging to her cervix as it resisted being pulled free.
"Mmmmm— There we go..." Emily moaned, her voice thick with satisfaction as she watched Jasmine’s pussy gaping around my cock, her womb stretching obscenely as it held on.
POP.
With a loud, wet pop, my cock slid free from Jasmine’s womb, her walls clenching desperately as they tried to keep me inside. A torrent of cum and squirt gushed from her pussy, drenching my cock, my balls, and the floor beneath her.
"Aaaaaaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Jasmine screamed, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm dragged on, her juices mixing with my cum in a filthy flood.
"Mmmmm— Good girl." Emily purred, her hands gripping Jasmine’s hips as she turned her quickly—roughly—forcing her to face her husband, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with cum and squirt, exposed for him to see.
"L-Look—!" Emily taunted, her fingers spreading Jasmine’s pussy lips, showing off her gap, her womb still dripping with cum. "Your wife’s pussy is fucking ruined—" She leaned in, her lips brushing the husband’s ear, her voice a whisper. "—and it’s all your fault."
Jasmine’s husband stared at his wife’s pussy—gap, dripping, used—his face crumpling in horror, tears streaming down his cheeks as he realized the truth.
"N-No— Jasmine—P-Please—" His voice was a sob, broken, pathetic. "Y-You can’t— Y-You didn’t—"
"Mmmmm— Oh, darling..." Jasmine moaned, her voice thick with lust and venom as she rocked her hips, forcing more cum to drip from her pussy.
"I did." She reached down, gathering her juices and my cum on her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean with a slow, obscene moan. "And I loved every second."
Emily chuckled, dark and amused, her fingers sliding down to circle her own clit as she watched the husband break.
"Mmmmm— Such a good girl." Emily purred, her voice sweet and poisoned. "Now tell him, Jasmine." Her hand gripped the husband’s chin, forcing him to look at his wife—ruined, dripping, unrepentant. "Tell him exactly what he lost."
Jasmine’s lips curled into a smirk, her fingers trailing down to spread her pussy lips wider, showing off her cum-filled womb.
"Y-You lost me, darling." Her voice was a whisper, cruel and triumphant. "And now..." She rocked her hips, forcing more cum to leak from her pussy, dripping onto the floor. "...you get to watch me cum for another man."