The Book of Power

Seeing that he was eager to plow her, and feeling her thighs throb in need, she whispered.

"But..don't be too wild."

Max didn’t answer, but his hands tightened, kneading her massive tits, as she leaned against him, her sensitive skin making it hard to breathe.

"And don't spoil my dress. That man might find out."

Now, she was not even calling him husband.

It seems like she really had had enough of it...

As he thought, his hand slipped under the loose hem of her shirt, grasping her full, soft breasts through the thin bra.

Elli leaned limply against Max as he kneaded her soft, massive udders, making her moan charmingly, her nipples stiffening under his caress.

While squeezing her tits, he leaned forward, kissing her smooth cheeks repeatedly, slowly moving to her soft, rosy lips.

Feeling his hot breath and moist lips on her face, she opened her lips, extending her smooth, soft tongue for him to suck on. 

They entwined for a while, their bodies limp and burning as they enjoyed each other's warmth.

While they kissed, Max's palms didn't stay idle, unbuttoning her tight jeans, his palm slipped inside, touching her panties. 

She was drenched.

Just from a kiss and fondling of her tits...

Even though her cunt had been filled to the brim just a while ago.

'They really are sisters.'

With such thoughts, his hand slid in, laboriously caressing the trimmed pubic hair and fleshy triangle before she lifted her buttocks, letting him pull down her jeans and underwear, sitting naked on the cool leather.

Her legs splayed bare now, thighs quivering, exposing that soft, drenched cunt in all its sloppy glory: lips puffy and parted, glistening with arousal, clit swollen like a ripe berry begging to be crushed. 

Max's fingers dove in without mercy, two thick digits plunging knuckle-deep into her sopping heat, stroking her slick walls with brutal curls that made her inner muscles clench and flutter. "Fuck...you look ready."

She moaned, hips bucking instinctively into his hand, tits heaving under her rumpled blouse as her back arched off the seat. "Mmm... y-yes..."

"Even though I've just fucked you earlier."

"Mm... ahh..." She bit her lip, walls rippling around him, sucking his digits like a greedy mouth.

"So, you're really starving." 

He looked into her eyes, while his fingers stroked her walls, thrusting in and out, making her ache for more.

"Mm..

"Then let me fill that hunger." As he spoke, Max laboriously pulled down half of his pants, took out his thick cock, hot and erect, ready for action.

He shoved her back against the reclined seat with a firm palm to her shoulder, her body folding like a ragdoll slut, legs hauled up and bent wide, knees hooked over his elbows for leverage as her soaked cunt winked at him, lips slightly parted and dripping, fluids stringing between her thighs in glossy webs. 

Looking at the slightly parted lips, glistening with fluids, his cock throbbed in need as he notched it against her entrance, rubbing the bulb through her folds, making her whimper. 

Then, with a single, savage thrust—schlurp!—he buried half his length inside, her walls ripping open around the girth, sucking him in with a wet vacuum pull.

"Mmmhmm."

Truth was, Elli was no short stack; she was tall, all legs and curves, and the backseat wasn't built for this. 

Half-reclined like she was, Max had even less room to work with, grunting as he tried to bottom out.

But hell, even that partial bury had her shaking, toes curling, a full-body shiver ripping through her.

This angle sucked, though. He could feel it—not enough leverage, not deep enough. 

So he pulled out suddenly, his cock popping free with a slick sound that made her gasp, eyes wide like she'd lost something vital.

Before she could even whine about the empty feeling, he hauled her up by the hips, then forced her forward, hands braced on the headrests, spine curved deep, that round ass of hers sticking up high between the front seats, knees jammed into the cushion for grip.

Her jeans were tangled at her ankles now, white denim bunching tight, keeping her legs from spreading full out, which just made her wiggle more, cheeks jiggling in the chill AC draft.

From behind, Max had the perfect, obscene view....her labia swollen and parted like a blooming flower, slick with shame-laced arousal, leading up to that tight, pink pucker of her asshole winking above, untouched but begging. 

Her massive tits dangled heavy beneath her, nipples grazing the seatback with every pant as she looked ahead towards the windshield.

Although it was impossible to see inside from the outside, it was very clear from the inside. 

Through the windshield, she could see the familiar streetlights of her neighborhood, her husband's car probably parked in the driveway just blocks away. 

What if he looked out? Sees the Rocking SUV?

What if a neighbor walked by? 

The thought made her cunt spasm harder, "M-Max... we're so close.. someone might... ahh!"

"Don't sweat it." Max didn't give a damn; he was too far gone. 

He grabbed fistfuls of her ass, prying the cheeks apart for that perfect, obscene spread—her holes glistening, begging. Then he lined up and drove back in, one brutal shove that filled her to the brim. 

Schlurp!

The wet sound echoed in the confined space of the car, her walls sucking him in greedily, still loose and creamy from their earlier fuckfest. "Fuuuck, Elli... your pussy's a goddamn mess. 

Still leaking my cum from before, huh? But it's hungry for more."

"Ohhh... Max... ahh! So... full already!" Her moan stuffed into the headrest, fingers digging into the grips as he started railing her, tits mashing flat against the leather, nipples scraping fire with every slam forward.

Her long hair cascaded down, sticking to her sweat-slicked back, and her toes curled in ecstasy, pointing up as her body trembled.

The car rocked slightly with his powerful slams, thwap-thwap-thwap, his balls slapping against her clit like a filthy metronome.

He rammed deeper, looking at her puffy labia stretched taut around his veiny shaft, juices frothing at the base with each plunge; her tight little asshole winking above, begging for attention.

"Fuck...look at that married snatch devouring your nephew's meat... leaking like a faucet...didn't your hubby fuck you raw. Or is his pencil-dick why you're bent over like a streetwalker?"

"Mmmph... yes... oh god, yes! Harder... ungh! He's... n-never... this deep!" 

Her words cracked into gasps, voice a wrecked slur as she shoved back, hips grinding, pussy walls fluttering and milking him in mindless spasms.

But how the fuck was she even forming words?

Each cervix-thud jarred her skull, breath hitching in bubbly glurks, brain frying to cock-fog, sentences crumbling into moan-fragments, filthy babbles spilling anyway through gritted teeth.

"Mmmph... yes... oh god, yes! Harder... ungh!"

Max growled, one hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to arch her spine, making her tits bounce freely under her shirt. 

While his other hand smacked her ass—crack!—leaving a red handprint that burned deliciously as he fucked her senseless, making her whimpers turn into guttural groans, the wet squelch-squelch of her pussy devouring him, their sounds echoing.

Even though space was tight, he made the best use of it.

With her knees braced on the back seat, hips snapping with feral intensity. 

Her body jolted forward with each thrust, her breath fogging the glass slightly, but the tinted windows kept their secret. "You were starving, weren't you? Forever for a real cock...so when your nephew plowed your cervix, you couldn't help it."

"Ahh... yes... so starving... mmm, your cock's so thick... stretching me... oh fuck!" Elli's eyes rolled back, her walls fluttering as an orgasm built fast, her juices squirting out around his shaft with a messy splurt, dripping down her thighs onto the seat. 

She clawed at the upholstery, body shaking, but he didn't let up and continued to plow through her climax, extending it until she was babbling incoherently. "Cumming... ungh... don't stop... fill me!"

"That's it, cum on your nephew's dick, Aunt Elli. Show me how much you need it." 

His pace increases with every thrust, ramming himself to her cervix, feeling the tight, tender flesh of her walls, his cock finally swelled inside her, balls tightening. 

"Cumming ..take my seeds....."

With a final, deep grunt—"Grrraah!"—he buried himself to the hilt, unleashing rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight into her womb. 

Spurt-spurt-spurt, flooding her already-bred pussy, excess oozing out in creamy trails down her legs.

She collapsed forward, panting, ass still up as he stayed plugged in, grinding lazily to push every drop deeper. 

While she was still catching her breath, ass up and quivering, his cum trickling slowly down her inner thighs like warm honey, mixing with her own mess on the leather, he eased out of her with a wet pop, his cock glistening, slick, half-hard and twitching like it wasn’t done yet.

He smacked her ass one last time, watching the cheek jiggle.

"Elli, you didn’t think it was over like that, right? I’m gonna fuck you until you’re mine."

She whimpered, legs wobbly as she pushed herself upright, knees scraping the seat, hair a tangled mess framing her dazed, lipstick-smeared face as she whispered,

"Mmm… baby… then you have to put in a lot. After all, this aunt of yours is a tough nut to crack."

Her eyes flicked down to his dick with that hungry glint, her pussy still clenching on nothing, aching to be filled.

He didn’t speak. 

Instead, he scooted her back against the door, legs spread wide on the bench seat, patting his thigh as she swung one long leg over him so she faced away, her back to his chest.

Her jeans were still bunched at her calves, a tangled white rope that made her fumble, but she kicked them off one foot, freeing just enough to straddle his lap properly.

Her ass cheeks settled heavily on his thighs, the heat of her skin searing through his pants where they were bunched at his knees.

The roof was low, so she bent forward quickly, palms slapping the headrests for balance, fingers curling white-knuckled into the grips, spine arching deep to keep her skull from bumping the ceiling with every bounce.

In this position, her tits dangled free, swinging like pendulums beneath the open blouse, her ass cheeks spread just enough from the angle to flash him everything—her puffy, cum-leaking slit winking back, eager for him again.

"Fuck… look at you."

His hands greedily kneaded the swell of her ass, one thumb dipping to trace her stretched lips, smearing their mixed mess, while the other slid up her spine, fisting that long hair to tug her head back gently, just enough to arch her without toppling her.

His cock stood rigid against her, and she reached back blind, fingers wrapping around the base to guide him to her entrance.

"Mmm…"

The tip kissed her folds as she sank back down slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried full, her walls fluttering greedily around the stretch, the fresh slick from before making the slide filthy-easy.

"Ohhh… god, Max…" she gasped, circling her hips, ass grinding down so her cheeks clapped softly against his thighs.

With the car’s roof so close overhead, she couldn’t bounce like before. Instead, she thrust back and forth against him while he bucked up to meet her, one hand tight on her waist, watching her grind against his crotch.

His other palm squeezed her massive melons as she moved harder, taking him to the hilt, her tender, tight walls now sopping, clenching around his shaft.

As she rode him faster, he released her waist, his grip sliding upward to grab her hair.

Now, with every drop, her ass rippled, her hair swinging wildly until he yanked it back, arching her body so her tits thrust out, forcing more soft flesh into his palms.

Sweat slicked her skin, breath fogging the glass with heavy pants, toes curling against the door panel for leverage.

Elli was moaning like a whore now—her voice hoarse from screaming out all the dirty words she’d been holding back. “Fuck me harder,” she begged. 

"I want you to fill me up." And Max did just that—he fucked into her like an animal on heat.

However, while she was bouncing back and forth crazily, moaning like a bitch, her blurry eyes looked outside, looking at a familiar figure, and she immediately froze.

"Daniel…"

Because Daniel—her husband—was less than a few meters away.

She herself was naked, bouncing on the crotch of a young man like a greedy whore.

The panic came and went just as quickly, though, and soon a burning excitement flooded her body, making her cunt spasm in need, squeezing and twitching around his cock, milking his seed.

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Meanwhile, just a few meters away, Daniel, who was just about to reach his apartment, froze and looked around.

"Elli?"

It seemed like he had heard her voice, but as he looked around, he didn’t find anyone.

Instead, there was a Mercedes parked in front, shaking rhythmically.

Thinking it was just some lovers having a nightly rendezvous, he didn’t pay much attention and walked toward the apartment, but…

‘She’s still not back yet.’

Looking at the closed door, Daniel frowned, puzzled. After all, even though both of them were busy, his wife would always be home before him, waiting for him.

But today…

‘Oh, didn’t she go to her sister’s place? Maybe she won’t come back tonight.’

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he took out his phone to call her.

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