Chapter 940: Cervix Sucks Cum Straight From Balls

Julie locked her legs around my lower back like iron bars—ankles crossed tight, heels digging into my ass cheeks—trapping me inside her completely, no escape.

"I’m gonna make you cum without moving..." she whispered against my neck, voice dark and triumphant. "Just feel me... just let my pussy milk you dry... no thrusting... just my cunt owning your cock..."

I gasped—"Aah... fuck... Julie... so tight... choking it...!"

She clenched deliberately—her vaginal walls rippling and squeezing around my buried cock in slow, torturous pulses.

Every time she tightened, it felt like a hot, velvet fist gripping the base and sliding upward, milking me from root to tip in a slow, rolling wave.

Then she released—just enough to let me feel the silky drag of her inner walls—before clenching again, harder, deeper, her cervix fluttering against the sensitive head like a hungry little mouth.

"Nnh... feel that, husband...?" she purred, lips brushing my ear, voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. "My greedy cunt is sucking you... pulling you in... my womb is sliding down... opening its mouth... swallowing your fat cockhead... mmm... you’re so deep... I can feel your tip kissing my cervix... throbbing inside me... leaking for me..."

She didn’t let me move—her legs locked me in place like a vice—but her inner muscles did all the work: clench, release, ripple, squeeze—over and over in a perfect, maddening rhythm. Each pulse made my balls draw up tighter, the pressure building unbearably fast from the relentless internal massage.

"Fuck—Julie—your pussy’s too good—milking me—gonna make me cum just from this—!" I groaned, hips twitching helplessly against her iron grip.

She laughed breathlessly, clenching even harder—her walls fluttering wildly now, sucking at my length like a mouth.

"That’s the point... stay still... let your jealous wife drain you... let my cunt suck every last drop out while Yuko’s still in the shower thinking about your piss dripping down her thighs... mmm... cum for me... fill me up... breed your wife’s hungry hole... ahhh—yes—give it all to me—!"

Her cervix kissed and fluttered around my slit again—soft, open, greedy—while her walls clamped down in one final, crushing squeeze.

I groaned low and broken—"Julie—fuck—I’m—!"

The first thick pulse erupted from my cock—hot ropes shooting straight against her womb as her pussy clamped down rhythmically, milking me with desperate spasms.

Julie moaned long and filthy, body trembling as she felt me fill her—spurt after spurt painting her insides white while she kept clenching, drawing out every last drop.

"Mmm... yes... so much... I can feel it splashing deep... so warm... so thick... good boy... give your wife everything... flood me... mark me deeper than you marked her... ahhh—yes—keep cumming inside me...!"

She held me locked inside even after the last pulse—gentle, fluttering squeezes coaxing out the final drops until my cock finally softened slightly inside her still-gripping heat.

Julie unlocked her legs slowly, letting me slip out with a wet

pop

. A thick, creamy stream of my cum immediately leaked from her swollen pussy—white and viscous—dripping down her ass crack and pooling on the sheets beneath her.

She looked up at me—face flushed, lips swollen, eyes heavy with satisfaction—and licked her lips slowly, seductively.

Julie lay sprawled on the bed beneath me, legs still trembling from the aftershocks, her pussy a creamy, ruined mess—swollen lips parted obscenely, thick white rivulets of my cum slowly oozing out and pooling beneath her ass on the already soaked sheets. The sharp, musky scent of sex, cum, and her own squirt hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint lingering traces of piss from Yuko’s drenched clothes earlier.

She looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, lips swollen and glossy, a wicked, satisfied smirk curling the corners of her mouth. Then—suddenly—her expression shifted back to that feral, possessive hunger.

She grabbed my wrists again, yanking me down until my chest crushed against hers, our faces inches apart.

"I’m still not done with you, husband," she breathed, voice low and dangerous, dripping with filthy intent. "You think one load in my greedy cunt is enough to calm me down after watching you mark that little translator slut? No. My pussy is still throbbing... still jealous... still fucking starving."

Before I could answer, she rolled us over in one swift, athletic motion—straddling me again, knees planted on either side of my hips. Her dripping pussy hovered just above my cock, which—despite the recent release—was already twitching back to half-hard life at the sight of her.

She reached down, fingers wrapping around my slick shaft, stroking it once, twice—slow, deliberate—spreading our mixed cum all over the length until it gleamed under the harsh hospital lights.

"Look at this filthy thing," she purred, giving the head a teasing slap with her palm that made it bounce heavily against her clit. "Still leaking... still hungry... after flooding my womb. What a greedy cock you have, husband. Almost as greedy as your slut wife’s holes."

She lifted her hips higher, using both hands to spread her pussy lips wide again—showing me the creamy mess inside: her inner walls flushed dark pink, coated in thick ropes of my cum, her cervix still slightly open and glistening like it was begging for seconds. A fresh bead of her arousal mixed with my seed dripped down and landed right on the tip of my cock.

"Husband..." she whispered, voice husky and commanding, "my cunt isn’t satisfied yet. It wants more. It wants to feel you stretch it again... wants to milk you until you’re dry... wants to drown in your cum while that shy little bitch Yuko is still in the shower, probably fingering herself to the memory of your piss running down her thighs."

She aligned the head once more—rubbing it in slow, maddening circles around her entrance, letting the thick ridge catch on her clit, then slide down to tease her hole without entering.

I groaned low in my throat—"Julie... fuck... stop teasing..."

She laughed—dark, slutty, triumphant.

"Teasing? Oh no, darling... this is torture. You teased me earlier... now it’s my turn to make you beg."

She sank down—just the head—letting her tight ring stretch around the swollen crown, then lifted again, denying me the full plunge.

I hissed through clenched teeth, hips jerking upward instinctively. "Julie—goddamn it—put it in—"

She leaned forward, tits swaying heavily, nipples brushing my chest as she whispered hot against my lips.

"Beg for it, husband. Beg your jealous wife to swallow your cock with her hungry cunt. Tell me how much you need to fill me again... how much you love owning this dripping, cock-starved slut..."

I groaned louder—"Fuck—please—Julie—fuck me—need to be inside you—need to breed you again—"

Her eyes flashed with wicked delight.

"That’s it... good boy..."