Calling Me Husband — Seeding My Lovely Wife Min-jung's Womb [Reconciliation Sex♥][5]
"My snail bride, my auntie Min-jung! Nngh—! It feels so goddamn good!! I love you so much, auntie!! Hhhnn—!!"
Plap! Squelch! Plap! Plap! Thrust! Squelch! Squish! Thrust! Plap! Thrust!
Knead! Knead! Knead! Squeeze! Knead!
If praise makes a whale dance, then maternal love supercharges Geum Tae-yang's sexual physique.
He had been fighting so desperately to hold back his climax — but the moment Kim Min-jung's brand of maternal embrace poured out of her, he forgot every scrap of self-control and drove into her with everything he had.
"I'm so glad... Nnhh!! That you feel that way... Ahh! Nnhhh—!"
Spurt! Squirt! Gush!
Tae-yang's pounding was so fierce that Min-jung's love juices fired off in continuous jets. And yet this mother, who thought only of his well-being, kept pouring out helpless moans even as she smoothed a hand over her chest in relief — because he hadn't looked wounded in his pride over the tuition she had paid in his place.
So she lowered the hands covering her face just enough to meet his eyes.
God... she's so beautiful, my auntie Min-jung... This woman is mine—!!
Squelch—!
—Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!!
It was a feast of Kim Min-jung's maternal love. Tae-yang's spine arched with shudders as he rocked his hips into her.
"Haaahhnn!! Nnhhh! Ahh! Nnhhhhh!!"
Frantic! Frantic! Frantic!
For several seconds the tempo of his thrusts went blindingly fast, and Min-jung moaned as if she were wailing. Instinctive shame flooded her again; she scrambled once more to cover her face with both hands.
"B-but Tae-yang... ahh... how... nnh! How did you know...? Haaahhnn!!"
Even so, Kim Min-jung was a woman who put concern for him ahead of her own pleasure. She asked carefully, worried he might have fretted for a long time knowing about the tuition and keeping it hidden.
"I saw it in Dad's diary, auntie. Haha! So don't you worry."
Squelch! Squelch! Squish! Plap! Thrust! Squish!
Understanding her heart completely, Tae-yang soothed her with words and steadied her with his cock — easing back from that lightning pace to his original rhythm.
"I-I see... ahh! From Father's... diary... nnh! Haaahhnn!"
Hearing that he had only just learned of it, Min-jung murmured again in a voice full of fresh relief. And then, in that moment, she let slip something rather bold.
"Huh?"
Tae-yang's eyes went round at what he had just heard.
"...."
Realizing exactly what he had reacted to, Min-jung held a delicate silence. Embarrassment radiated from her.
"What did you just say, auntie? Will you say it again for me?"
A sly grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned his upper body even closer toward her — until their faces were nearly pressed together.
"..."
The cheeks behind her covering hands went scarlet.
"Come on, auntie. Say it. I really want to hear it again."
Stroke...! Stroke...! Stroke...!
He lowered himself to her eye level, bracing his right arm on the bed, and with his left hand he kept gently stroking her hair.
"F-Father..."
At last Min-jung, flushed with shame, murmured again the word she had slipped out so casually.
Father — the word a daughter-in-law uses for her husband's father.
Until now, whenever Min-jung had spoken of Geum Il-bong to Tae-yang, she had always said "your father," or "your dad."
"Woooow!!! That feels so good!! Father!! How can you say something so pretty!! I love it so much, auntie! Mwah! Mwah! Mwaaah♥"
Hearing "Father" leave her lips again, Tae-yang was overcome with emotion. After Il-bong's death he had been left alone in the world, and for a man like that the power of a single form of address was enormous. The moment Min-jung called him that, he could feel that he truly belonged to her.
Geum Tae-yang was no longer alone. He poured that joy out in a great cheer and a rain of kisses.
"We've become a couple like this... of course it's Father, you silly... nnhhh...♥"
Slap...!
Sway...! Sway...! Sway...! Sway...!
Min-jung scolded him sweetly in a nasal, coquettish voice thick with affection. She had worked up the courage to try the word, and her man had genuinely loved it — so her own happiness felt ready to lift her off the bed.
She dropped the hands from her face and settled fully into the missionary position. Then she took hold of the nape of the man she had grown close enough to call Il-bong "Father," and she slowly rolled her sensual hips, putting on a show of seduction. Anyone watching would have recognized a woman's courtship of her husband.
"Then what about me? What am I to you, auntie? Nngh! Call me by my title too! Hhhnn!!"
—Plap!! Squelch!! Plap!! Plap!! Thrust!! Plap!! Squelch!! Plap!!
"Ahh! Nnhh! Ahh! Haaahhnn! Ahhhnn!"
Tae-yang was ecstatic — his whole body armored in pure happy-virus. With Min-jung gripping his nape, their bodies locked firmly in place, and he put his full weight into his hips and began pounding her in earnest. She opened her mouth wide and moaned as if she were crying out — and because she was no longer hiding her face, every expression was bare for him to see.
Looking down at her, he pressed for the word every man lost in sweet love wants to hear from his woman.
—Thrust!! Plap!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Plap!! Plap!! Thrust!! Plap!! Thud!! Plap!!
"Nnh! Ahhnn!! Husband...! You're my husband now, my Tae-yang is my husband... nnh husband... Kim Min-jung's husband... mwah...!♥ Haaahhnn!♥"
Twenty-one years old — an age that could chew through stone — and Geum Tae-yang was a young stud of 189 centimeters and 105 kilograms of pure muscle. That young stud put real weight into his hips and pumped hard with a cock twenty-six centimeters long and thick as a can of insecticide spray. Taking it into her body and watching it with her eyes, Min-jung drowned in the thick scent of a male.
And so, just as she had once been a blushing new bride at the flower-like age of twenty, she poured out moans full of shame and happiness and whispered again and again the word he had so wanted to hear.
Husband. Geum Tae-yang was Kim Min-jung's husband now.
"Hahaha!!! Yes!! I'm your husband, auntie!! Hhhnn!! It feels so good!! That I'm the husband of a beauty like you, auntie Min-jung!! Hahahaha! Nngh! Hhhnn!!!"
—Rock!! Rock!! Rock!! Rock!! Rock!! Rock!!
—Plap! Plap! Squelch! Plap! Thrust! Plap! Squelch! Squish! Thrust!
There is a reason people should love and marry young: because the smallest thing can send them into raptures of pure joy. Twenty-one-year-old Geum Tae-yang, hearing the woman he loved call him husband, beamed with innocent happiness and pumped into her even more like a beast.
"Then you're my wife, auntie — mwah!♥ Nngh!! Hhhnn!! My wife!! My wife, auntie Min-jung! Mwaaah!♥ Hhhnn!!!"
—Plap!! Thrust!! Squelch!! Squish!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Plap!! Thrust!!
And at that age a man still needs to give something more in return before he can rest. He is not yet calculating profit and loss. From deep in his heart Tae-yang gave the pet name that had risen up of its own accord to the forty-two-year-old woman who had finally tasted real love and been rejuvenated by it — he called her his wife. And even while he kept pounding away, he stretched his neck out and covered her face in kisses.
Ahhh... wife... it really feels like a dream... I wanted to hear it... I wanted so badly to hear someone call me wife...
In that moment Min-jung closed her eyes just a little. In her newlywed days she had never once heard Park Do-chul call her "wife." She had never even heard "honey." She had only ever been called by her name. Back then she had told herself it was just his personality — but it had been a matter of how deep the love ran. Listening now, eyes closed, to Tae-yang's voice calling her wife, she felt the difference with absolute clarity.
"Haaahhnn! My husband Tae-yang...! You'll love your wife, won't you...? Nnh! Your wife belongs to you, so you'll love her forever, won't you...? You'll love her, right...? Ahhhnn!"
Squeeze—!
—Rock!!♥ Rock!!♥ Rock!!♥ Sway!!♥ Sway!!♥ Rock!!♥ Rock!!♥
And with that, Kim Min-jung detonated every ounce of her potential as a lover. There was a reason the growth engine of her Status Window was love. She had been born a natural romantic. That gift had been sealed away by her entanglement with that absolute bastard Park Do-chul — but under the pure, deep love of a real man like Geum Tae-yang, it had finally bloomed.
Overflowing with love hormones, she worked her young husband over. Clutching his nape even more desperately, she urged absolute devotion from him with coquettish, petulant eyes and nasal little sounds. At the same time she shook her hips with almost savage abandon, playing openly against the heavy rhythm of his thrusts.
"Nnghhh!!! Of course I will, wife!!! Your husband will!! Nngh!! Your husband will love you until he goes mad!! Hhhnnn!!!"
—Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Plap!!♥ Thud!!♥ Plap!!♥ Plap!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥
He had to love her. Any male who prided himself on having a wife this blatantly pretty and lovable was obligated to. Determined to fulfill the duty of a husband blessed with the finest wife, Tae-yang drove into Kim Min-jung's flower with mating presses packed full of sincere love, stroke after stroke.
"Hhhnn!! Nngh!! My wife's pussy tastes so good! It's so goddamn lovable! Nnghhh!!!"
—Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ —Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!♥ Thud!!
"Nnhh!! Ahh! Nnh! Ahh! I love you so much, husband...! Haaahhnn nnhhhh!"
—Rock!!♥ Rock!!♥ Squirt!♥♥ Sway!!♥ Sway!!♥ Rock!!♥ Sway!!♥ Spurt!♥♥
—Creak! Creak! Creak! Squeak! Creak! Squeak! Squeak! Creak!
Husband Geum Tae-yang, devouring his beloved wife's pussy like a madman — and wife Kim Min-jung, refusing to yield to that force, shaking her hips hard to welcome her husband's cock. The wet, filthy sounds of their coupling filled the room, along with the bed's desperate creaking under the power of two beasts mating.
"Wife!! Nngh!! I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna dump it all in your womb—!! Nnghhh!!!"
At last Tae-yang told her he wanted to pour his seed into her womb —
"Nnhh!! Ahh!! Husband! Fill me up!!♥ Fill your wife all the way inside!!♥ Haaahhnn!!"
—and Min-jung begged him to plant his baby seed deep in her womb.
"Nnghhhhh!!!"
—Throb—!! Spurt spurt spurt spurt!! Gush! Throb—!!
And so husband Geum Tae-yang's thick, scalding cum began to flood into his wife's pussy —
"Nnhh!! Nnhhhh!! Nnhhhhhh!!!"
Squelch—! Squelch——!
The moment she took in that tender gift from her husband, wife Kim Min-jung arched her back and her neck like a drawn bow and shuddered through her whole body.
—Spurt spurt spurt spurt!!! Gush! Spurt spurt spurt!!
That shudder finished, inevitably, in the finale of her own whale-fountain show.
"Nnghhh it feels so good! I love my wife so goddamn much! My wife's dumping the best stuff all over my body—!! Hhhnnn!!!"
Spurt...! Gush...! Spurt spurt spurt! Spurt...! Gush!
"I love you... mwah!♥ My husband, your wife loves you so much — mwaah!♥"
While he madly pumped his seed into her, Tae-yang took the full force of Min-jung's squirting shiofuki across his abdomen and hips and felt pure bliss. And because her husband even savored a situation that filthy, Min-jung found him so unbearably dear that she kept raining kisses on him.
It was the complete, unrestrained opening of the sexual appetites of two people with absolute physical chemistry.
After that, the two of them made love all through the night.
All of this... how many points is it????
And the result of that love was truly magnificent.