Wicked Husband-Chapter 103 - 102

Eileen’s eyes widened in surprise as she pressed her lips against Cesare’s chest. His unexpected question made her feel awkward.

While she had felt a certain s*xual excitement when seeing his well-defined muscles, she had never considered wanting to suck his chest specifically. Her actions were intended to reciprocate the pleasure Cesare had given her, with the hope that it would be equally enjoyable for him.

Her confidence wavered as she realized her attempt had been a complete misjudgment. Despite her efforts, Cesare seemed more amused than aroused by her actions, which was evident from the affectionate way he stroked her hair.

Feeling disheartened by her failure, Eileen pulled her lips away from his chest. Cesare’s voice, still playful, asked, "Already finished?"

"It’s not over yet," she replied, though her mood was clearly subdued.

She reached for his pants, but her wrist was caught. "What are you trying to do?" he asked.

Embarrassed, Eileen hesitated to answer. Cesare waited patiently until she finally admitted.

"I was hoping to... do what you did to me..."

Cesare echoed her words, slightly clarifying, "You want to put this in your mouth?"

"Yes..."

Although Eileen had originally planned only to lick him with her tongue, she responded as if that were her actual intent. She remembered that the genitals were highly sensitive and hoped this would provide him with significant pleasure.

Cesare, however, didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic. He touched her lips with his fingers, feeling their shape and pressing them in, exploring her mouth.

As he traced her lips and touched the inside of her mouth, Eileen struggled to hold back any involuntary reactions. Her eyes closed tightly as he touched her sensitive areas.

After what felt like an eternity, Cesare withdrew his fingers, leaving a trail of saliva between them. Eileen gasped for breath and looked up at him.

"I can do it."

Cesare simply looked at her without offering a clear response.

Growing anxious, Eileen added, "I want to do this too."

She didn’t want their intimate moments to feel one-sided; she hoped to share this experience with him. Cesare, observing her earnest gaze, smiled slightly.

"So many things you want to do," he remarked, then released her wrist, granting her permission.

Eileen instinctively tried to kneel, thinking it would be easier to perform the act from that position. However, Cesare stopped her and gently guided her to sit in a chair he had positioned in front of the wall, standing close by.

He adjusted himself so that his groin was directly in front of her face. Trapped between the wall and Cesare, Eileen began to fumble with his belt, feeling unsure and clumsy.

Cesare, patient and silent, watched as Eileen struggled with the belt. She finally managed to undo it and carefully pulled down his underwear, encountering some resistance as she did so.

When Eileen finally faced his erect member, she held her breath. The strong masculine scent overwhelmed her, intensifying her already rapid heartbeat.

With cautious hands, Eileen grasped his pen!s. The thickness felt overwhelming in her grasp. She gently held it and examined it closely, trying to overcome her previous embarrassment and gain the composure needed to perform the act properly.

Until now, she had been too embarrassed and shy to examine it closely, having only managed brief glances. However, after seeing it a few times, she began to feel more at ease. Eileen took a deep breath and carefully observed Cesare’s genit@ls.

The thick pen!s had a shape that seemed like a symbol of lewdness. Unlike the white and clean skin, the pen!s, which had a darker color, felt heavy and seemed a bit droopy even though it was half-erect.

Eileen knew well what kind of pleasure this could bring her. The memory of the pleasure she learned from when the thick shaft, with veins bulging like roots, swept through her inner walls and the bulbous head pressed deeply into her was vivid.

The scrotum beneath was also large. When he moved vigorously, it had struck her buttocks.

Unknowingly, Eileen kept her lips slightly parted as she stared at it. When the pre-c*m dripped from the urethr@, she suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Eileen..."

Cesare called her name softly and rubbed the tip of his pen!s against her lips and cheek. As the sticky trail was left behind, Eileen remained still, then slowly parted her lips and extended her tongue.

Cesare placed the tip of his pen!s on Eileen’s tongue. Trying not to let her hands tremble too much, Eileen carefully moved her tongue.

She decided to start by licking it just as he had done to her. As she licked the tip, the pre-c*m stuck to her tongue. It felt too strange, making her freeze momentarily before she licked again.

The small, diligent licking was no different from a puppy drinking water. Although it was clumsy and far from perfect, Cesare responded immediately.

His pen!s soon became firm and stood erect. Seeing it react like that made Eileen even more eager.

She parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth. Sucking on it as if it were a lollipop, Cesare’s large hand gently brushed against her ear and hair. As he softly caressed her ear, he murmured in a languid tone, "You’re doing well."

Seeing his face through her slightly blurred vision, filled with pleasure, Eileen felt a surge of confidence. She believed she was capable of even more. She greedily took the pen!s deeper into her mouth.

"Eileen."

Cesare tried to stop her immediately, but she pretended not to hear. Even in bed, she refused to act like a child. With a rebellious spirit, she intentionally made sounds and took him deeper into her mouth.

Cesare let out a short laugh. His hand, which had been gently caressing her ear, grew more insistent.

"Do you really need to go through it to feel satisfied?"

As he groaned and mumbled, Cesare grabbed the back of Eileen’s head and pushed his pen!s deeper.

"...!"

With a sudden thrust to the back of her throat, stars appeared before her eyes. The suffocating pain and gag reflex made her throat convulse. As she gagged, Cesare groaned softly and pushed deeper.

Tears naturally welled up. Despite the suffocating pain making her tongue squirm, it only seemed to provide pleasure to the intruder.

As Cesare continued to thrust relentlessly, Eileen’s vision blurred. He roughly pulled out his pen!s.

"Ha... ha, ha..."

Eileen coughed and gasped for breath. Her lips were dripping with saliva, and tears streamed down her face. Cesare lifted Eileen’s face with his hand.

"Why are you just lying there?"

He checked Eileen’s reddened lips and scolded her again.

"You need to push it away."

With her face smeared with tears and saliva, Eileen gasped for breath. Cesare wiped away her tears with his fingers and said.

"Don’t think you can just suck like that next time. Okay?"

Eileen instinctively tried to kneel, thinking it would be easier to perform the act from that position. However, Cesare stopped her and gently guided her to sit in a chair he had positioned in front of the wall, standing close by.

He adjusted himself so that his groin was directly in front of her face. Trapped between the wall and Cesare, Eileen began to fumble with his belt, feeling unsure and clumsy.

Cesare, patient and silent, watched as Eileen struggled with the belt. She finally managed to undo it and carefully pulled down his underwear, encountering some resistance as she did so.

When Eileen finally faced his erect member, she held her breath. The strong masculine scent overwhelmed her, intensifying her already rapid heartbeat.

With cautious hands, Eileen grasped his pen!s. The thickness felt overwhelming in her grasp. She gently held it and examined it closely, trying to overcome her previous embarrassment and gain the composure needed to perform the act properly.

Until now, she had been too embarrassed and shy to examine it closely, having only managed brief glances. However, after seeing it a few times, she began to feel more at ease. Eileen took a deep breath and carefully observed Cesare’s genit@ls.

The thick pen!s had a shape that seemed like a symbol of lewdness. Unlike the white and clean skin, the pen!s, which had a darker color, felt heavy and seemed a bit droopy even though it was half-erect.

Eileen knew well what kind of pleasure this could bring her. The memory of the pleasure she learned from when the thick shaft, with veins bulging like roots, swept through her inner walls and the bulbous head pressed deeply into her was vivid.

The scrotum beneath was also large. When he moved vigorously, it had struck her buttocks.

Unknowingly, Eileen kept her lips slightly parted as she stared at it. When the pre-c*m dripped from the urethr@, she suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Eileen..."

Cesare called her name softly and rubbed the tip of his pen!s against her lips and cheek. As the sticky trail was left behind, Eileen remained still, then slowly parted her lips and extended her tongue.

Cesare placed the tip of his pen!s on Eileen’s tongue. Trying not to let her hands tremble too much, Eileen carefully moved her tongue.

She decided to start by licking it just as he had done to her. As she licked the tip, the pre-c*m stuck to her tongue. It felt too strange, making her freeze momentarily before she licked again.

The small, diligent licking was no different from a puppy drinking water. Although it was clumsy and far from perfect, Cesare responded immediately.

His pen!s soon became firm and stood erect. Seeing it react like that made Eileen even more eager.

She parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth. Sucking on it as if it were a lollipop, Cesare’s large hand gently brushed against her ear and hair. As he softly caressed her ear, he murmured in a languid tone, "You’re doing well."

Seeing his face through her slightly blurred vision, filled with pleasure, Eileen felt a surge of confidence. She believed she was capable of even more. She greedily took the pen!s deeper into her mouth.

"Eileen."

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