After gritting my teeth and holding back for almost twenty minutes, the overwhelming desire to ejaculate hit me once more.
But this time, I didn't hold back.
I grabbed the tip of my penis and aimed the glans in Jessica's direction.
The next second, I let go. Semen gushed out towards Jessica.
The farthest range of my semen reached her breasts, staining her tender breasts, as if they were smeared with cream, looking even more delicious.
Before Jessica could react, I pulled her legs towards me, positioning her above my penis, her breasts pressed against my chest.
I wrapped one arm around her waist and gently kneaded her breasts with the other, savoring their softness.
"Be gentle..." Jessica bit her lip, revealing her white teeth, her eyes watery as she looked at me as if I had really hurt her with my squeezing.
I glanced down and saw several finger marks on her breasts, scattered in a way that made me feel a desire to cherish them.
By now, the semen on her breasts had been wiped away by me. Jessica's nipples were gradually hardening, and squeezing them in my hand made me salivate profusely as if I had been starving for centuries.
I buried my head and directly suck on Jessica's breasts, swirling my tongue around her nipples.
Her breasts swayed in my mouth, her nipples becoming even harder. I bit down with force, feeling like I might bite her nipples off.
This time, all my attention was focused on sucking her breasts. They were full and soft, with a faint sweet fragrance.
Based on my experiences, I noticed that women who hadn't given birth often had a different scent on their breasts, usually reminiscent of shower gel—floral, fruity, or fresh perfume. Jessica's scent was a delicate, sweet strawberry fragrance.
As I sucked on her breasts, I left a few pink kiss marks on them.
The strawberry scent seemed to waft from the kiss marks, moisturizing my soul, incredibly sweet and delicious.
On the other hand, women who had given birth had a slight milky scent on their breasts, adding a sense of security to the sweetness.
Perhaps this was the charm of mature women.
I sucked for an eternity, even feeling like I might have sucked a layer of skin off Jessica's nipples.
Jessica couldn't handle my oral service anymore, so she used one hand to engage with my penis.
Her slender fingers wrapped around my shaft, moving up and down, the delicate and soft palm rubbing against my penis, giving me a pleasurable sensation as if I were having sex.
"Tighten your grip... Tighten it more... Feels good... So good..." I moaned in pleasure.
Despite following my instructions and tightening her grip, Jessica couldn't match the intense heat of my penis. The more she squeezed and rubbed, the more her grip seemed to falter against the scorching warmth.
I simply took her hand in mine, gripping my penis and guiding her to rub it up and down.
"Slow down... Slow down... So fast... My hand... My hand can't take it anymore... I feel like it's on fire..." she begged.
"Just endure a little longer," I requested.
Come on, I was just getting started, how could I let her off so easily?
In a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate.
I grabbed Jessica's other hand and placed it over the glans, and semen gushed out, covering her entire palm, not even sparing the gaps between her fingers.
Jessica's attention was on the hand that had been gripping and stroking my penis. That hand now hung weakly in the air, its palm reddened as if from the vigorous rubbing.
"How was it? Comfortable?" I asked as I held her in my arms, leaning against the sofa.
Jessica nestled in my arms, her cheek against my chest, the strong sound of my heartbeat entering her ears, making her inexplicably feel safe.
She hugged my waist with both hands, looking very happy and satisfied.
"More than comfortable. I feel like I'm being played to death by you." she purred.
Although she was enjoying my service, there was still a hint of resentment in her tone—a common issue among women. Once their reserve was shattered, no matter who they were, they would abandon all pretense, their minds consumed with desire, focused solely on making love to me.
"Come on, if something happened to you, where would I find another beautiful woman like you to play with?" I teased.
"How could there not be? You have Scarlett. She's beautiful, and her figure is much better than mine. Her breasts are twice the size of mine." As she spoke, Jessica even gestured the size of Scarlett's breasts.
I glanced at her, recalling Scarlett's naked image in my mind, while looking at Jessica's tender breasts.
I couldn't help but compare the two. I had to admit, Scarlett's breasts were indeed much larger than Jessica's, but each had their own appeal.
Scarlett's breasts were full and plump, with caramel-colored skin and a soft, velvety touch.
Jessica's were light and soft, just the right size for me to play with, with a lovely pink color.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Scarlett and I are innocent. No matter how beautiful or well-shaped she is, she is someone else's wife," I declared.
"So what? She's your brother's wife. Whether you mess around alone or together, it doesn't matter. One day you'll have your own wife, and you can share just like he does. Sounds good, right?" As soon as Jessica said this, I was instantly shocked.
Damn, I thought lusting after Ryan's wife was perverse enough, but Jessica turned out to be even more twisted than me.
She was actually suggesting that we swap wives!
I slapped her breast, warning her with a hint of caution in my tone. "Don't talk nonsense. I have a girlfriend. She's mine alone, and will only ever be mine."
"I didn't expect you to be the kind of guy who would cheat," Jessica said, grabbing my nipple and twisting it as if to punish me for being the bad guy.
"You're no better, seducing your subordinate," I shot back, giving her a playful slap on the butt.
"You didn't mention you had a girlfriend beforehand," she complained.