Chapter 127: 127. She Can Lie, But Her Body Especially Those Massive Jugs Can’t Lie!**

’I can’t put up any resistance while he play with my breasts...’ Marielle thought. ’He forbade me to lower my arms and forced to stay in this position...’

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, his voice dropping to a deadly, seductive whisper. "If your poor husband and son were to see this, it would be quite tragic, don’t you think?"

"S-shut up..."

"Keep those hands behind your head and show me every inch of what you’re offering. If you move... if you try to break this position before I tell you to... you’ll find out exactly how much ’punishment’ a man like me can give."

"And trust me, sweetheart," he adds, his teeth grazing her earlobe, "you’re going to love the punishment even more than the pleasure."

Marielle shivers, a cold dread and a hot, liquid heat fighting for dominance in her gut. She locks her elbows tighter, her muscles aching, her hands trembling behind her head.

She is a prisoner of his command, a willing captive to his lust, standing naked and exposed, waiting for the next delicious, brutal strike of his hunger. "I get it.... but please stop talking bad about my husband and son..."

"Nah, I won’t follow that shit even if you’re begging for it."

Mike doesn’t wait for her to settle into her forced position. He is a man of action, driven by a hunger that demands immediate gratification.

He steps even closer, his massive chest brushing against her damp, bare skin, and begins to trail his tongue across her face. He licks her cheeks, her jawline, and the corners of her mouth with a slow, deliberate, and almost animalistic hunger.

The sensation is overwhelming the wet, hot friction of his tongue against her skin, combined with the crushing, possessive grip of his hands on her massive breasts.

’I’ll just have to endure this for as long as it takes...’

"What a shame... that I haven’t be able to enjoy these massive tits earlier because you almost hit the top one with this one comparing to any women I’ve tasted in this country."

’Disgusting... so he’s a womanizer... no wonder he acts like this...’

He squeezes her tits with a rhythmic, heavy pressure, his thumbs raking over the undersides and the sides, molding the soft, heavy flesh as if he were kneading dough. Marielle’s head lolls back, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling, a soft, broken whimper escaping her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent.

’Oh god... I don’t know if I can... endure all of this if he’s so good at this...!’

"You’re so tense, Marielle," he murmurs against her cheek, his voice a dark, vibrating hum. "So much tension in that beautiful, perfect body."

Suddenly, he shifts. He doesn’t let go of her, but instead, he maneuvers his massive frame around her.

He moves behind her, his heat enveloping her back, but his hands never leave her breasts. He reaches around from behind, his large, tanned hands wrapping around the sides of her chest, his fingers splaying across the front of her tits.

From this angle, he can see everything the way her skin is flushed a deep, rosy pink, and the way her body is reacting to his every touch.

"Looks like your nipples are already hard~!"

"Nggh...! T-that’s not true!" Marielle replied to deny it.

"Guess I’ll just have to see for myself, then..." As he continues to knead and pull at her, he watches with predatory satisfaction as her nipples begin to react.

They swell, growing larger and firmer, turning into hard, dark peaks that jut out from the soft mounds of her breasts. And they are unmistakable signs of her arousal, betraying the "composed" woman she tries so hard to be.

"GUHH...!" Marille bites her lips, almost letting out her moan. ’He’s going even harder... impossible...!’

He leans in close to her ear, his breath hot and smelling of pure, unadulterated lust. He can feel the frantic thudding of her heart against his palms.

"Alright, you denial bitch," he sneers, his voice dripping with a cruel, triumphant amusement. "Look at how they’re reacting to me."

"You can keep lying to yourself, Marielle." Mike grinned. "You can keep telling yourself that you hate this, just because you’re only doing this for Jay, that you’re still the loyal, dignified wife of that boring man in Singapore."

He gives her nipples a sharp, teasing tug between his fingers, making her entire body jolt.

"But your body? Your body is a fucking liar," he mocks, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "Your body doesn’t care about your pride."

"It doesn’t care about your ’duty.’ Your body is screaming for me!"

"It’s craving the way my hands feel on you, and It’s begging for the way I’m going to ruin you."

"They’re pretty stiff to me! Looks like your body’s more honest than you are which was good~!"

"N-no... it’s not...! My mind still despise with the likes of you!" Marielle screamed to cover her moaning.

He laughs softly, a sound of pure dominance. "You’re still in a total denial, bitch."

"You’re standing here, trembling and hard, pretending you aren’t starving for a real man, but your nipples don’t lie..."

"They’re telling me exactly how much you want to be taken." Mike squeezes her tits harder. "It’s also telling me that you’re already mine."

Marielle closes her eyes tight, a single tear of frustration and overwhelming sensation escaping and rolling down her cheek. She wants to argue, to deny it, to reclaim her dignity, but as his hands continue to play with her engorged breasts, the intense, pulsing ache in her pussy tells a much more honest story.

"So turned on already, hmm?" Mike said again.

"Of course not... it’s just a bit... chilly in here...!"

"I hate liars, you know, but oh well... I’ll show you more."

The atmosphere in the room shifts from teasing to something far more heavy, primal, and intimidating. Mike’s breathing has become a deep, rhythmic growl, and the air feels thick with the scent of musk and arousal.

While his hands remain possessively wrapped around her massive breasts, squeezing and pulling at her firm, swollen nipples, he begins to shift his lower body. Marielle feels a sudden, immense heat pressing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

It is a solid, pulsing weight that feels much larger than anything she has ever experienced. ’W-what is this...?’

"Look down, Marielle," Mike commands, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through her entire spine. "And don’t you fucking dare look away!"

"Look at what’s about to claim you."

Marielle, still forced to keep her hands behind her head, slowly tilts her head down. Her eyes widen, and a gasp of pure, unadulterated shock escapes her lips.

"W-what is that...?!" She was shocked looking at it.

What pressed right against the entrance of her soaking, swollen pussy was his cock. It is a monstrous, intimidating sight: a massive, thick shaft that looks almost too large to be human.

She can see the heavy, pulsing veins that snake along the length of his cock, with dark skin stretched tight over the sheer volume of his manhood. It looks powerful, raw, and utterly dominant.

As he begins to move, he doesn’t try to enter her yet. Instead, he begins to slide the length of his bulky shaft slowly, agonizingly, between her thighs and right against her pussy.

He isn’t pushing inside, but he is simply caressing her entrance with the sheer mass of his cock. The friction of the thick, veiny skin sliding against her sensitive, wet folds sends waves of overwhelming sensation through her.

"Oh god..." she whispers, her voice trembling with a mixture of intense arousal and genuine terror. The sheer scale of him is overwhelming her senses. "Mike... it’s... it’s too big." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"You can’t be serious with this... It’s too much."

As he continues the slow, rhythmic sliding, the sensation of his massive shaft rubbing against her clitoris and the opening of her vagina makes her knees buckle. She feels a strange, terrifying sensation, a feeling of being stretched and filled even before he has actually entered her.

"Please," she begs, her eyes welling with tears of overwhelming emotion. "Please, Mike... don’t use it yet."

"Not like that... It’s... it’s scary... It feels like it’s going to break me."

She is in a state of total sensory overload. Her mind is screaming in fear of the sheer size of him, but her body is reacting with a violent, desperate hunger.

’N-no... my crotch... it’s starting to tingle...’ Her pussy is pulsing, weeping even more moisture, trying to prepare itself for the inevitable invasion.

But Mike has no intention of making it easy for her. He is a master of torment, and he loves seeing her struggle between fear and desire.

"Scary?" he mocks, a dark, triumphant grin spreading across his face.

He leans forward, his hands tightening their grip on her breasts, his thumbs rolling aggressively over her hard, protruding nipples to keep her focus shattered. "It’s not scary, Marielle."

"More like it’s right, and it’s exactly what you’ve been missing."

He increases the pressure, sliding his massive, veiny shaft even more firmly against her pussy, the heavy weight of it caressing her entrance with every slow, deliberate movement.

"Don’t beg me to stop when your pussy is trying to swallow me whole," he growls, his eyes burning into hers. "You’re terrified because you know this is the moment your life changes."

"You’re terrified because you know that once this goes in, you’ll never be the ’perfect wife’ ever again," Mike whispers close. "You’ll just be my slut."