NTR: My Apartment Complex

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Vivi under the table (2)

Beneath the table, hidden from the lights, Vivi’s pace of service suddenly surged into a frenzy. Gone was her initial cautiousness; she widened her oral cavity, taking the initiative to bob her head up and down repeatedly at an accelerating speed.

Her soft, undulating tongue continuously wrapped tightly around the massive, veiny phallus just like a thirsty snake constricting its prey. Her warm oral cavity, brimming with saliva and thick slime, generated an intense suction force, enveloping every single sinew and the sensitive glans. Each deep plunge followed by withdrawal produced wet, filthy sounds that echoed rhythmically, blending into the lively chatter above the dining table.

This illicit, guilt-ridden tryst delivered an extreme wave of excitement racing down my spine. Being treated to the skillful, scorching tongue work of a married woman right at the feet of that man—while her own drunk husband sat right opposite her—created the ultimate betrayal and depravity. The blood vessels at my temples throbbed, and successive waves of pleasure struck directly at my cerebrum, forcing me to steel myself to maintain the most nonchalant expression possible so as not to betray any flaws in front of Graider.

Above the tabletop, Graider casually raised his glass, patted my shoulder, and laughed heartily:

"Come on, Hugo, keep drinking! How do you find my wife’s cooking, does it suit your taste?"

I raised my glass, clinking it hard against his, the corners of my lips lifting into a knowing smile as I felt Vivi’s tongue sweep across the coronal groove at a dizzying speed:

"Extremely delicious, especially... the dessert down here; it truly makes one unforgettable."

The rapid sucking tempo abruptly changed. Vivi slid her soft lips along the shaft of the phallus, then gently bared her sharp teeth. She applied just the right amount of pressure, taking the initiative to lightly bite and grind her neat teeth against every single veiny, rigid sinew of the shaft.

The aching, tickling yet intensely stimulating sensation of dental enamel pressing against fragile skin made my lower half tremble violently.

My engorged glans twitched repeatedly in response to that daring and cunning assault.

Just a fraction more, and a satisfied moan would have broken free from my throat. I had to hastily press my lips together, taking a deep breath to suppress it, managing only a low, muffled groan that escaped into the space:

"Hm..."

Hearing my reaction, Vivi’s eyes flashed with triumph and provocation. She grew even more eager, simultaneously grinding with her teeth and swirling her tongue around the base to double the ecstasy.

Graider was completely oblivious to the flesh-and-blood torture of passion unfolding beneath his feet. He threw his head back to finish his glass of wine, turned to me, slapped my thigh, and laughed loudly:

"What’s wrong, Hugo? Is there something wrong with the food that makes you look a bit tense?"

I blinked, striving to reclaim my flawless composure, and smiled as I answered Graider while my legs beneath the table had to brace themselves against the surging waves of pleasure delivered by his wife:

"Nothing at all, it’s just that... today’s dishes are so exceptional, they took me a bit by surprise."

The aching and numbing sensation from those sharp teeth pressing and grinding along the shaft pushed my excitement to its absolute limit. Vivi’s warm, saliva-slicked oral cavity suddenly narrowed, executing a series of rapid and deep gripping contractions right at the base.

Every single muscle fiber of her throat clamped onto the massive glans, sucking and swallowing every single bulging rhythm of the shaft with a frenzied frequency. The flawless combination of throat pressure and the soft tongue wrapped around it caused me to completely lose control of my reason. The final boundary officially shattered.

I inhaled a deep breath softly, letting out a low, muffled roar from within my chest:

"Damn it... can’t take any more..."

At that exact moment, I erupted. A thick, scorching-hot torrent of semen carrying a massive load of nutrients was pumped directly with immense force from the base of the phallus, gushing straight deep into Vivi’s oral cavity.

Struck head-on by a massive volume of semen sprayed and driven straight down her throat, Vivi’s eyes rolled back slightly, her entire body shuddering violently from the supreme stimulation.

Though her chest was suffocating and her oral cavity was flooded with the thick liquid, she had no intention of spitting it out or coughing. On the contrary, her lewd instincts and absolute submission drove Vivi to throw her head back, parting her mouth wide to welcome every single drop of the most potent semen.

She continuously pressed her lips together, swallowing large gulps greedily, forcing the entire stream of scorching-hot semen down her esophagus greedily and thoroughly.

Graider was still drunk, raising his glass to invite me to another round while remaining completely clueless about the depraved and lewd scene unfolding right beneath his feet:

"Come on Hugo, let’s toast to this wonderful meal!"

I smirked, managing to beat back the lingering aftershocks of ecstasy sweeping through my body, and nonchalantly raised my glass to clink against his:

"Alright, cheers..."

The freshly erupted semen was still lingering and warm inside her oral cavity, but that seemed only to make Vivi’s sexual thirst flare up even more fiercely.

The moment she swallowed the final drop of liquid, she gave the shaft no rest, immediately pressing her lips back in, using an even faster and more frantic speed to suck. Her flexible tongue swept continuously, while her slender fingers slipped downward, persistently scratching, clawing, and massaging my tautly engorged scrotum at a dizzying frequency.

The fierce stimulation from below made my body tremble slightly, but upon my face, I maintained a flawless calmness. I smirked, lowering my gaze to look straight at the drunken man sitting opposite me, then deliberately pointed toward the large fish dish placed in the center of the table, speaking in an implied, teasing tone:

"Your wife... is truly wonderful, Graider."

Hearing that, Graider blinked in blank confusion, his wine-flushed face breaking into a hearty smile, completely missing the dark meaning behind those words. He slapped his thigh with a smack, responding enthusiastically:

"Haha! See? I told you so! Not only is my wife an amazing cook and thoughtful, but anything she does makes people feel thoroughly and absolutely satisfied!"

"Indeed, how could I possibly not be satisfied," I leisurely took a sip of wine, glancing down at the tablecloth before laughing lightly, "Everything she does brings a feeling that exceeds expectations, making one want to keep savoring it endlessly."

Vivi beneath the table seemed intent on testing the limits of my endurance further. Hearing that ambiguous remark, she giggled softly in her throat, then accelerated her sucking speed even more, engulfing the shaft all the way to the base and lightly scraping the thin skin with her teeth.

Numbing waves of pleasure surged straight up to my brain, forcing me to take a deep breath to maintain my steady tone:

"So, Hugo? Do you think this fish dish needs any more seasoning?" Graider still asked loudly, completely oblivious to what his wife was doing.

"Not at all, everything right now is already too perfect," I replied deliberately, the corners of my lips curving into a smug and satisfied smile.

Beneath the table, as the aftershocks of the climax subsided, Vivi didn’t waste a single second. Opening her warm oral cavity wide, she swiftly swallowed the entire massive, veiny shaft deep down her throat with practiced expertise.

Right at that moment, Graider above raised his glass, enthusiastically shouting out:

"Come on Hugo! Let’s toast one more round for brotherhood!"

I instantly seized the opportunity. Raising the glass in my hand, I sprang straight up to clink glasses with Graider, simultaneously shifting my body’s center of gravity and thrusting my hips forward forcefully.

Ugh—!

The sudden and brutal thrust from above drove the shaft straight in to the hilt, poking deeply and directly into Vivi’s throat without any warning.

Ambushed right down to the back of her throat, Vivi’s eyes widened to their maximum, brimming with tears from suffocation. She nearly choked, her hands frantically gripping my thighs for leverage. Even so, her lewd instincts and fear of discovery prevented her from making any sound; she could only bite the bullet and endure, obediently loosening her throat to let successive hip thrusts slam straight into her mouth.

Every single time I dipped my hips forward to clink glasses with Graider, the shaft plowed deeply into her oral cavity, producing wet sounds muffled deep within her throat.

Because he was drunk, Graider remained entirely unaware of the broken rhythm or the physiological tears welling in the corners of his wife’s eyes. He laughed heartily, drained his glass, and patted my shoulder:

"Haha, this young man really has a great capacity for alcohol! Come on, sit back down and keep eating!"

I smiled calmly, responding naturally before slowly sitting back down in my chair, while Vivi underneath was still panting, swallowing every bulging rhythm of the shaft with an expression of total submission and fulfillment.

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