Chapter 374. I’ll Let My Balls Rest On Her Face While She Starts Touching Herself**

Chapter 374: 374. I’ll Let My Balls Rest On Her Face While She Starts Touching Herself**

She could smell him—a potent, intoxicating cocktail of sweat, musk, and raw male pheromones. It was a thick, heavy scent that seemed to fill her lungs, making her lightheaded.

"You’ve been quiet for a while now~!" Mike teased, his voice dripping with condescension.

He reached down, not to touch her face, but to grip the back of her neck, his thumb pressing into the sensitive dip at the base of her skull. "Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a real cock before."

Aveline let out a broken whimper, her head rolling back slightly. "I... I have..."

"Bullshit," Mike laughed, a harsh, guttural sound that vibrated in the small room. "Look at you."

"You’re shaking like a leaf..."

"Was your husband some kind of limp dick? Did he spend ten years giving you nothing but disappointment while you waited for something real?"

The insult cut deep, but the humiliation only served to fuel her arousal. The idea that her entire marriage had been a pale imitation of what stood before her now was devastating and thrilling.

"Mmmph... ahh... no... he wasn’t..." she lied weakly, her eyes unable to break contact with the throbbing organ inches from her nose.

"Then prove it," Mike growled, his grip tightening on her neck, forcing her to look up at him properly. "Prove you’re not some bored housewife who’s forgotten what it feels like to be taken."

"Show me how much you want this payment."

Aveline’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps.

"Haaah... haaaah..." Her hands reached out instinctively, hovering uncertainly near his thighs, her fingers twitching.

"Please," she whispered, the word torn from her throat. "Please, Mike... I need... I need to feel it."

The humiliation was complete, but to Aveline, it felt like salvation. The last shred of her dignity as a mother and a respected professional dissolved in the heat of Mike’s contemptuous gaze.

Her body was no longer hers; it belonged to the hunger, to the desperate, aching need to be filled by the titan standing over her.

Driven by an instinct she hadn’t felt in decades, Aveline shifted her position on the mattress. She pressed her palms flat against the rumpled sheets, arching her back until her spine curved like a bow, bringing her hips up and her head down.

She was on all fours, positioned exactly like an animal seeking favor.

"Nngh... ahh..." The movement made the golden bikini straps strain against her breasts, the metallic fabric scraping against her nipples.

Her eyes were fixed on the throbbing mass between Mike’s legs. The musk was overwhelming now, a thick, primal scent that seemed to coat her tongue.

Unable to contain herself, she leaned forward, pressing her face directly against the hot, veined length of him. Her tongue darted out involuntarily, tasting the salty sting of pre cum that glistened at the tip.

’This is bad... oh god, this is so bad,’ her mind wailed in a detached, terrified whisper, even as her body screamed for more. ’I’m in heat... I’ve been in heat for years and I didn’t even know it...’

’I’ve been so long without a cock... I need it... I need this monster inside me... Hahhh... ahh!’

A wet, sloppy sound filled the quiet room as she nuzzled against him, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.

Mike let out a derisive chuckle that rumbled through his thighs and into her cheek. "Heh. Look at you."

He reached down, not to caress her, but to roughly shove her face closer to his cock. "You’re drooling? How pathetic..."

"You look like a fucking puppy begging for a treat."

His laughter was cruel, mocking her desperation, but it only made her whimper louder.

"Mmph... ngh... ahh..." The sound was muffled against his flesh, a pathetic, needy noise that betrayed how far she had fallen.

"Pathetic," he repeated, his voice dropping to a commanding growl. "But I suppose even a dog can be useful if it knows its place."

He shifted his stance slightly, spreading his legs wider, forcing her to adjust her position. The movement revealed the heavy, dark weight of his balls hanging beneath the massive shaft.

They were full, tight, and glistened with the same sheen as his cock.

"Since you’re already down there acting like an animal, why don’t you start properly?" Mike commanded, his hand tangling in her hair to tilt her head upward. "Lick them... Lick my balls."

"I’m giving you permission, Aveline... Consider it part of the payment."

Aveline’s eyes rolled back in her head. The permission felt like a brand, a permission to descend further into her own depravity.

"Y-yes... yes, Mike... ahh..."

She lowered her head further, her lips parting as she moved toward the heavy sac. The proximity to his heat made her dizzy.

As she pressed her tongue against the sensitive skin beneath his cock, a high pitched, keening moan escaped her. "Aaaahhh... ngh..."

The taste was intense musky, salty, and utterly masculine. She began to lap at him with desperate, unsteady strokes, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps as she surrendered completely to the role he had carved out for her in her son’s bedroom.

Mike watched her for a moment longer, savoring the sight of the composed, dignified Aveline reduced to a panting, drooling mess at his feet. The power he held over her was intoxicating, more potent than any drug.

He reached down, his fingers threading through her hair with unnecessary force, not to caress, but to direct.

"Enough of that pathetic licking for now," he growled, his voice vibrating with impatience. "Lie down... On your back! Now!"

Aveline didn’t hesitate. The command acted like a physical shock to her system. She scrambled backward on the mattress, her knees dragging across the sheets with a soft shhh shhh sound.

She collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving, her golden bikini top straining dangerously as her breasts rose and fell in frantic rhythm.

"Hah... hah... hah..." Her eyes were unfocused, pupils blown wide with need.

Before she could even catch her breath, Mike moved. He straddled her thighs, but instead of positioning himself between her legs, he leaned forward, bringing his pelvis down until the heavy, dark weight of his balls pressed directly against her face.

"Mmph! Nngh!" Aveline’s scream was muffled as the warm, musky flesh of his scrotum completely covered her eyes, plunging her into a world of darkness and overwhelming sensation.

The sheer weight of him pressed against her nose and mouth, forcing her to breathe in nothing but his essence.

Then came the heat. His massive thirty-two centimeter shaft, freed from the shadow of his balls, dangled directly above her face.

The tip, swollen and glistening with a fresh bead of pre-cum, began to drip. A hot, viscous drop landed squarely in the valley between her breasts, followed by another, the slick fluid sliding down her tan skin toward the golden fabric of her bikini.

"Ahhh... oh god... mmmph!" The sensation of the warm liquid against her sensitive skin sent electricity shooting straight to her core.

Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, the darkness, the weight, the smell, and the wetness, Aveline’s hand acted on its own. Her right hand slid down her stomach, past the shimmering gold fabric, and plunged between her thighs.

She didn’t care about the silk of her panties or the impropriety of the moment. Her fingers found the slick, swollen folds of her pussy through the thin material.

"Nngh... ahh... ahh..." Her hips began to buck involuntarily against the mattress.

She started to stroke herself frantically, her fingers working through the golden fabric, grinding against her clit with desperate urgency.

Her nose was pressed against the underside of his cock, inhaling deeply.

’This musk...’ she thought frantically, her mind spinning in a vortex of lust. ’It’s so intoxicating...’

’It’s like he’s made of nothing but pure, raw male power... I can’t breathe without tasting him.’

As she sniffed his balls, she felt something that made her entire body convulse. A deep, rhythmic throbbing.

The sac beneath her nose was pulsing, hard and full.

’It’s throbbing...’ her inner voice screamed. ’He’s so full... he’s loaded with it.’

’There’s so much semen in there... I can feel it pulsing against my lips.’

’I need it... I need him to cum all over me... I need to swallow every fucking drop!’

"Aaaahhhh! Mike! Please!" she shrieked, her voice breaking as she accelerated her masturbation.

The sound of her wet fingers working against the gold fabric, squelch, squelch, squelch, filled the room, mixing with her ragged moans and the heavy, deliberate breathing of the man who owned her.

The darkness beneath Mike’s weight was absolute, a sensory deprivation chamber that amplified every other feeling to an unbearable degree. Aveline was drowning in him in the heat of his skin, the overwhelming musk of his groin, and the relentless rhythm of her own desperation.

Her right hand worked frantically between her thighs, the golden fabric of her panties now soaked through with her own arousal, creating a slick, squelching sound that echoed in the small room.

Squelch... squelch... ahh!

"Mmmph ngh ahhh!" Her muffled cries were lost against the underside of his cock as she bucked beneath him, her hips twisting uselessly against the crushing weight of his balls.

Mike felt her trembling, felt the way her body was convulsing in waves of approaching climax, and chose to twist the knife.

"What’s the matter, Aveline?" he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Getting lazy already?"

"You’re moving like some old woman who’s forgotten how to feel pleasure."