Chapter 338 - 344

Creak...

The door slowly swung open, revealing Sylph standing in the doorway clad in the daring red lingerie Quinn had bought her. The minimalist strings covered only the absolute smallest portion of her heavy breasts, leaving her dark, puckered nipples completely exposed to the air. From there, thin straps traced down her narrow, plump waist before diving directly into the apex of her thighs, framing her bare, soaking wet pussy in all its scandalous beauty.

"D-Don’t stare at me like that... I’m feeling terribly shy," she murmured, pressing her thighs tightly together in a futile attempt to shield her exposed core.

"I am utterly speechless seeing you like this, Sylph. You look breathtakingly sexy in that lingerie," Quinn praised, nodding approvingly as he confirmed that his gift was an absolute masterpiece.

"Hmph... you only say that because I’m wearing clothes. Am I not just as sexy without them?" she pouted playfully, a deep blush staining her cheeks as she tried to gauge his reaction.

"Obviously you’re gorgeous even without anything on, my love... hehe, but watching you wear this special little outfit is a whole different kind of torture." Quinn kicked back comfortably against the cushions of the sofa, his massive cock already twitching and straining against his waist, eager to claim and pound that helpless pussy.

"Hmm..."

"So, do you really love my gift, Sylph?" Quinn asked as she glided forward, stepping right between his spread legs.

"No... I love it. This is hands-down the greatest present I’ve ever received in my entire life." Without waiting another second, she closed the remaining distance and straddled his lap, leaning down so that her rigid nipples brushed temptingly against his chest.

"Haha, I really am a magnificent man, aren’t I? What do you think, brother?" Quinn glanced sideways toward Brian, who was standing frozen behind the camera stand, his pants tented with a desperate erection.

"Y—Yes..." Brian squeaked out.

"Ahnn... please don’t get distracted by him, dear. I’m certain you want me to start moving already," Sylph whispered huskily, slowly beginning to grind her hips against his rigid length.

"Can’t you even hold back for a single second, Sylph? You really are an insatiable slut."

"Nghn... how on earth could I possibly exercise self-control when your cock is this thick and hard? Fine, I’m a slut—but only for you." She leaned down and eagerly licked at her own sensitive nipples, occasionally shooting a wanton, exhibitionist glance directly into the recording orb.

"Ohh, how wonderful. You’re such a wonderfully filthy slut, putting on a show while your own husband watches every single inch."

"Ngn... don’t say things like that... I’m not that kind of loose woman. My husband loves me deeply... ahn, ahh... I’m not some common slut who just loves getting pounded by anyone."

"Then what exactly would you call this?"

"I’m a slut... only for you." She crushed her lips against his in a deep, frantic kiss, giving him zero chance to formulate a reply.

"What’s the real difference? You’re completely indulging your deepest, dirtiest desires with my massive cock. That is the literal definition of a slut’s behavior."

"That’s not being a slut, that’s just pure, unadulterated love between a man and a woman... souls and bodies completely intertwined in harmony."

"Haha, what are you even rambling about, Sylph? Let’s be honest, you just wanted an excuse to suck my heavy cock and thoroughly satisfy your secret depraved side." Quinn brought his hand down with a sharp crack against her rounded ass, making her plump flesh ripple like ocean waves.

"Ngn... spank me harder, dear! I adore your spankings... ahn, I think I’m actually getting addicted to the way your hands punish me..." she moaned loudly, completely past the point of caring about the silent, wretched man standing just a few feet away.

Brian had long since learned his harsh lesson; with a pathetic, twig-like tool of his own, it was utterly impossible for him to ever satisfy the raging, bottomless needs of a woman like Sylph.

"Ngnn... ahnn, ahnn, please, I’m begging you to fuck me right now! I want to taste your thick cock deep inside me, Quinn, my love..." She threw all caution to the wind, locking her lips onto his in a series of wet, passionate kisses.

Smooch... smooch... smooch...

"Ahh, are you trying to devour me whole today, Sylph? Quite bold of you to act this brazenly—did watching your husband hold the camera suddenly awaken an extra layer of perversion in you?"

"Ngnn... no, don’t be ridiculous... I don’t know what you’re talking about..." she refused breathlessly, though her words were entirely undermined by the heavy, sloshing pool of love juices soaking her thighs.

"Hmm, how about we spice things up tonight and try a legendary threesome?" Quinn smirked innocently, throwing out the suggestion just as Brian’s ears visibly perked up behind the lens.

"Ngnn... you mean... doing it with three people?" She feigned total ignorance, though a thrill went through her. Brian, having never witnessed an actual gangbang unfold live, felt his curiosity flare to an agonizing peak.

"Uhhh... y-you mean you’re going to invite a... a total stranger over? To fuck my wife...?" Brian stammered, his erection reaching absolute maximum capacity. What did it even matter anymore? He was already completely degraded. Deep down, a morbid, twisted curiosity burned within him to witness what it looked like when his wife’s holes were simultaneously stuffed with massive cocks.

It would be an absolute feast of flesh—and Brian desperately wanted to see it.

’What an absolute pathetic fool. You actually want your wife to get run-through by random strangers? Heh, you’re even more worthless than a common farm pig, Brian,’ Quinn thought with immense amusement, finding it endlessly hilarious that the man’s mind was actively working to pimp out his own wife.

"Don’t you want to share the experience of using your wife’s body, brother? Hehe, I’m graciously offering to host a threesome right here with you... don’t you think it would be a terrible waste to let this moment pass you by?" Quinn taunted smoothly, eager to watch the man squirm.

"N-No... I’m fine just watching from here..." Brian choked out, desperately wishing he had the courage to step forward and insert his own meager penis, but the sheer humiliation of comparing his tiny twig to Quinn’s monstrous weapon kept him paralyzed.

"Hehe, or perhaps you secretly just want to watch Sylph get completely used by a lineup of older men? Honestly, brother, you might just be the worst excuse for a husband in recorded history."

"..." Brian simply bowed his head in heavy, suffocating silence, deeply ashamed of the depraved fantasies running wild through his mind.

"Hehe... so you really do want to see that happen, don’t you? How about I step outside right now and drag some random old geezer back inside?"

"..."

’Let’s add a little bit of magical spice to break this poor bastard completely. Clone... Keke.’