Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 808: The Frenzied Demand

"Oh..." Ye Xuan let out a moan as she felt Ye Fei’s member slide past her entrance without fully entering. She couldn’t help but ask with a hint of dissatisfaction, "What’s wrong?"

Ye Fei pretended to be troubled and said, "Sister, you’re too tight. I can’t get in."

"What should we do then?" Faced with the greatest happiness of her life, the usually sharp Ye Xuan suddenly became a bit foolish and asked such a question.

Ye Fei smirked and gestured toward her hands, which were tightly gripping the bedsheet due to nervousness.

"If you hold it, it should be fine."

Although they had already done almost everything, Ye Xuan wasn’t a particularly promiscuous woman.

The thought of holding a man’s member and guiding it into her made her feel extremely shy. She couldn’t help but scold, "Don’t you have hands?"

"My hands are busy," Ye Fei teased, pinching Ye Xuan’s hardened nipples with his fingers, causing the beauty beneath him to tremble involuntarily.

Ye Xuan knew full well that this little rascal was doing it on purpose, making her feel even more embarrassed.

But to satisfy her beloved man, she forced herself to overcome her shyness and reached down to grip his member, gently pressing it against her eager entrance.

She said with a hint of annoyance, "Come in!" Unaware that her nervousness had completely dissipated during this playful exchange.

Seeing that Ye Xuan was truly in the mood, Ye Fei no longer hesitated. With a slight effort, he pushed his member, which was being held by Ye Xuan, into her tender entrance.

Only now did Ye Fei truly understand just how tight Ye Xuan was—even tighter than his younger cousin had been when she was first deflowered.

After much effort, he managed to insert just the head, and Ye Xuan had already started moaning softly under his movements.

Although he knew Ye Xuan could handle his size, Ye Fei still paused and asked gently, "Sister, does it hurt?"

"No, it’s just so itchy inside. Good brother, hurry up and push in!" Ye Xuan urged.

Seeing that Ye Xuan was truly fine, Ye Fei no longer held back. He had long wanted to experience the sensation of being enveloped by such a tight entrance.

After all, when he had deflowered his younger cousin, he had shrunk his member.

With a thrust of his hips, his member slid in with a wet sound, fully entering Ye Xuan’s impossibly tight entrance.

"Ah..." Ye Xuan’s tender entrance had never been stretched by something so large before.

She let out a long moan as she felt herself being filled to the brim, with a hint of pain. However, compared to the immense pleasure his member brought her, the pain was negligible.

Ye Fei stopped moving and tightly embraced Ye Xuan, kissing her beautiful face.

"Sister, does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn’t hurt," Ye Xuan said, wrapping her long legs around Ye Fei’s waist.

"But don’t move yet. I like the feeling of being filled by you."

Ye Fei naturally wouldn’t refuse the beauty’s request.

While kissing her lips, he focused on the sensation of being tightly gripped by her entrance.

It was indeed a naturally tight entrance, even tighter than when his mother used the Xuan Yin Art to its fullest.

Even without thrusting, the pleasure was already immense.

If there was one organ in the human body with the strongest adaptability, it would undoubtedly be a woman’s entrance.

Ye Xuan’s impossibly tight entrance, initially uncomfortable from being stretched by Ye Fei’s large member, quickly adjusted.

After Ye Fei held her and kissed her while pressing his firm chest against her ample breasts, the discomfort vanished completely, leaving only endless pleasure and an even greater desire.

The itch inside her made Ye Xuan crave her lover’s member to go even deeper. She began to gently twist her hips, letting her entrance tightly envelop Ye Fei’s member in small movements.

Feeling the timing was right, Ye Fei also began to move. While continuing to kiss Ye Xuan’s lips, he thrust his member into her other "mouth"...

Ye Xuan’s entrance wasn’t just tight—it was also extremely sensitive.

Although Ye Fei, out of consideration for her, didn’t thrust too fast or too hard, after less than two hundred thrusts, she reached her first climax of the night.

The heavenly pleasure caused the sensual queen’s long body to tense up instantly. Her hips lifted forcefully, her body arching like a bow with her head and feet as the support points, even lifting Ye Fei off her.

Her entrance contracted, releasing a flood of thick fluid from deep within her core.

At the same time, her small urethral opening slightly parted, and a stream of liquid sprayed out, drenching Ye Fei’s lower abdomen.

"Ah..." Ye Fei couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

As the climax hit, Ye Xuan’s already impossibly tight entrance contracted even more fiercely, squeezing his member to the point of pain.

Of course, the pleasure was also immense.

If it weren’t for the significant progress he’d made in the Xuan Yang Art after encountering his martial arts master’s wife, Ye Fei feared he might have ejaculated on the spot, just like he often did with his mother.

This level of tightness was a first for Ye Fei.

Even when his mother used the Xuan Yin Art to its fullest, it had never reached this degree.

Just as no other woman could replicate his mother’s unique blend of ice and fire, Ye Fei sighed inwardly, realizing that there was still a considerable gap between natural talent and acquired skill.

Perhaps because she had finally achieved her long-awaited desire, Ye Xuan’s climax was both intense and prolonged.

It wasn’t until much later that her trembling gradually subsided, though her breathing remained rapid, clearly showing that the climax had taken a toll on her stamina.

Ye Fei rolled off Ye Xuan and lay beside her, lifting one of her long legs to rest on his waist. Throughout this, his hard member never left her entrance, eliciting another wave of moans from her.

"Good sister, was it good?" Ye Fei asked softly while gently caressing the perfect curve formed by Ye Xuan’s slender waist, round hips, and long legs.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan’s face showed a hint of resentment, and she pouted like a little girl, refusing to answer him.

With his vast experience, Ye Fei immediately recognized that the beauty was acting coquettish. He also understood that she must have some lingering dissatisfaction, which puzzled him.

After all, her climax had been real, and he had brought her such immense pleasure. What could she possibly be unhappy about?

Ye Xuan’s reaction piqued Ye Fei’s curiosity, but he didn’t ask her directly. Instead, he put on a disappointed expression and sighed, "I see. Sister must think my member is too big and uncomfortable for you. I’ll pull out then." He made as if to withdraw.

"No!" Ye Xuan panicked, thrusting her hips forward to fully engulf Ye Fei’s member once more. Her beautiful face showed even more resentment.

Ye Fei pretended to be moved and gently stroked her back.

"Good sister, I know you care for me, but I care for you too. If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll pull out. Don’t worry, I can handle it."

While Ye Fei claimed he could handle it, Ye Xuan couldn’t hold back any longer. She completely dropped her last shred of restraint and said coyly, "Who said it’s uncomfortable? I love the feeling of being filled by you. I wish you’d never pull out."

"Then why aren’t you happy?" Ye Fei asked, puzzled.

Ye Xuan bit Ye Fei’s shoulder lightly and finally revealed the reason, "It’s because it felt so good that I’m unhappy. Tell me, how long have you liked me?"

"For a long time!" Ye Fei answered without hesitation. "From the moment I first saw you, I felt a strong attraction. Soon after, I fell in love with you."

"Exactly! If we’ve loved each other for so long, why did you only take me today?" Ye Xuan said with resentment.

Ye Fei felt a wave of helplessness.

Do you think I didn’t want to? But we kept getting interrupted—what could I do?

However, he knew that Ye Xuan, having just lost her virginity to him and worried about the age gap between them, was in an emotionally unstable state.

Such words couldn’t be spoken aloud. Instead, he comforted her gently, "Good sister, it’s my fault. Tell me, how can I make it up to you?"