Chapter 8: Passion
Linh gently slid down, her naked body glistening with sweat under the soft light, her smooth skin rubbing against Troc’s firm muscles, making him shiver slightly. A numbing electric current of pleasure ran down Troc’s spine. Her tongue slowly and seductively slid over his chest, sliding over each firm muscle, feeling the passionate warmth of his skin, the masculine scent of sweat mixed with a light hint of perfume still lingering on his body. Her soft, slender hands kept caressing, gently rubbing, then proactively grasping and vigorously jerking his cock. Linh clearly felt it hard as a rock, swelling in her palm, the glistening head of the glistening liquid jerking rhythmically as if it had its own life. Linh’s eyes sparkled mischievously, her plump red lips slightly parted, her flirtatious voice whispered into his ear, each word like a seductive, seductive invitation: “Just now was a gift from my husband, my gift is even bigger.” Troc moaned, his voice hoarse, full of emotion mixed with extreme surprise and burning desire: “So good… Linh… you’re so beautiful… you’re driving me crazy…” He wrapped his arms around her, his hands gently squeezing her waist, pulling her close to him as if he wanted to crush her into his body. His eyes were both extremely hungry and bewildered, and a fragile hope suddenly flared up in his heart: Isn’t this the last time? In the luxurious villa, the sunset gradually faded through the large glass door, dyeing the room a sad purple color, completely contrasting with the fire of desire burning between the two people. The crystal chandelier cast a soft golden light on the black leather sofa, where Linh and Troc were completely immersed in the vortex of instinct. The chirping of birds in the misty pine forest mixed with the rapid, panting breathing of both of them created a suffocatingly erotic atmosphere, as if everything around them was pushing them to overcome all boundaries, all taboos of morality.
As soon as Linh covered the tiny IP camera on the TV shelf with a thin red cloak, covering Duc Anh’s invisible eyes, she not only wanted to be less shy to freely express herself, but also wanted to stimulate him to the extreme, pushing his cuckold feeling to the peak. In her head, a bold thought flashed, full of calculation and naked lust: Honey, I will make you horny to death! The lust in her suddenly exploded strongly like an inextinguishable hellfire, burning away all psychological barriers, all moral chains that had imprisoned her for so long. From the moment she was about to reach the peak when making love with Troc before, her desire had burned brighter, more intense than ever, and when she heard him timidly ask for one more time, that fire seemed to burst, breaking down all strongholds, sweeping away all worries about incest , morality or the cruel judgment of society. She told herself, her voice whispering like an oath to herself, with her most naked instinct: I do this for my husband, for Mr. Troc, and most importantly, because I want to feel good… It doesn’t matter if I’m wrong, I want to feel better! Her mind was now filled with the image of Troc’s huge, hard cock with prominent veins, his toned, hot, muscular body and her own lewd moans, leaving no room for guilt or fear. Linh was now the embodiment of primitive, naked and limitless desire, ready to plunge into a forbidden orgy.
Linh sat up, her naked body moving invitingly, proactively pulling Troc back to place a deep, passionate kiss on his red, swollen lips. Her tongue passionately wrapped around his tongue, sucking and sucking, her plump lips sucking tightly as if wanting to swallow his breath, his soul. The sweet taste of his lips, mixed with the lingering scent of semen made her shiver, a numb feeling spread throughout her body, Linh’s body tensed, trembling with explosive pleasure. Her hand kept stroking his cock faster and stronger, feeling it jerking in waves, the head of the cock was wet, glistening as if ready to explode at any moment. Leaving his lips, Linh slid down, her tongue crazily licking from his chest to his flat stomach, each sexy curve of her body undulating with each provocative movement. Then without hesitation she stopped at the hard, veined cock, the head glistening with lubricant. She sucked on his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, sucking hard, creating a seductive “slurping” sound, her lips sliding from base to tip and then from tip to base, tightly rubbing each strand of flesh, each swollen vein. Bald, arched her back, moaning mixed with extreme surprise: “So good… you did so well… I’m so happy…” He grabbed her hair, not violently but tenderly as if wanting to pull her closer, his eyes filled with love as if to say that he not only craved her body but also loved her deeply, hoping she would respond with both her heart and desire.
Linh smiled flirtatiously, her eyes sparkling mischievously as if containing thousands of mysteries. Her tongue continued its journey of exploration, licking from the base of his cock to the tip, then suddenly slid down, licking all over his groin, touching his small, sensitive asshole, causing Troc to shiver violently, his whole body tensed, jerking up from the sudden and intense pleasure. This was the position that Duc Anh loved the most, and Linh had been trained by him, mastering how to do it skillfully. She smiled softly, a smile full of lust and challenge, her tongue swirled deeper into his asshole, stimulating the most sensitive nerves, causing Troc to be unable to hold back his moans. He let out a choked moan, his whole body jerking: “Linh… I’m so happy… I almost came… you’re so beautiful…” He breathed heavily, his face flushed. Linh giggled, a crisp but provocative laugh, her tongue swirled deeper into the head of his cock, her hand stroked his cock faster and stronger, feeling it jerk violently as if it was about to shoot out at any moment. She thought, full of complacency and excitement: I will make you crazy with pleasure, so that you will never forget me! She took the initiative completely, without any shyness or barriers, the lust in her exploded, wanting to make her brother crazy with pleasure. And through her own lewd moans, she wanted Duc Anh to go crazy with pleasure out there, only hearing but not seeing, so that his cuckolding feeling would reach its peak. Troc was increasingly surprised by Linh’s lewdness, unable to believe that his innocent sister was now so bold, provocative and skillful.
Troc was surprised by Linh’s lust and initiative, his eyes were stunned for a moment, but the lonely time in Japan and the nights watching adult movies had given him a lot of experience. He was more confident, pulling Linh to lie on her back on the sofa, pressing her down, without hesitation entering her wet secret place, thrusting strongly in the traditional position, each thrust was decisive and deep, making both of them moan. The sofa creaked with each strong thrust, Linh’s big breasts shook, bouncing with each thrust, she moaned continuously: “So good… Mr. Troc… harder… I feel so good…” Linh took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips kissed his cheek and whispered like honey into his ear: “Mr. Troc… make me feel so good…” Troc moaned, his voice choked but full of affection and extreme satisfaction: “Linh… your pussy is so tight… you make me so good… Thank you, Linh…” He changed positions, gently pulled her up and doggy-styled her from behind, his hands squeezed her round ass, patting each round muscle of flesh, each thrust made her juices slobber and drip down her thighs, wetting the sofa.
Linh indulged Troc with all her heart, responding to every position, every hidden desire of his. She changed to a riding position on his cock, bouncing strongly, her slim waist curving with each provocative movement, her pussy contracting and squeezing his cock, her breasts shaking with each beat. She moaned his name, her voice extremely lewd, no longer hiding anything: “So good… Mr. Troc… I’m so good…” She thought, full of instinct and surging pleasure: This is so good, it’s okay to be wrong! Make me happy, Mr. Troc! Troc applied the positions from the adult movies he had watched, sometimes pulling her to lie on her back, her legs resting on his shoulders, sometimes standing, his hands squeezing her big breasts, kneading each hard nipple, moaning: “You fuck so well… I love you…” Linh smiled flirtatiously, responding by squeezing her pussy even tighter, making him shiver, his cock jerking as if about to explode. She took the initiative to change to a kneeling position in front of him to suck his cock, her tongue swirling strongly around the head of his cock, sucking it tightly, her hand continuously stroking the base of his cock, making him arch his back, moaning in utter satisfaction: “So good… so good I could die…”
An hour passed, Linh and Troc passionately made love, the villa space was now filled with the strong scent of sex mixed with the smell of sweat and perfume. The sofa was soaked with semen and sperm – evidence of the non-stop orgy, an orgy that surpassed all moral limits. Troc reached climax once more, shooting hot semen deep inside her pussy, full, warm, making her arch her back, moaning loudly, her voice breaking with pleasure: “I…emm raaaa” Linh pulled him to lie on his back, without hesitation bent down to suck again, her tongue swirled strongly around her lips, sucking tightly, making him moan with extreme satisfaction: “Linh…I’m coming…” He shot semen into her mouth, she swallowed it all without hesitation then licked her lips, her voice extremely lewd: “You…so delicious”. Linh smiled flirtatiously, hugged Troc tightly, pulled him down on the sofa, both exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. Linh’s hand still did not leave his cock, as if not wanting to leave even for a moment.
Meanwhile, Duc Anh drove the car to a stop in front of the villa gate, pushed the door open and entered. He was so horny that he was going crazy, his hard cock aching in his tight pants to the point of tearing the fabric apart. He stood still at the doorway, his eyes glued to the scene of Linh passionately making love with Troc on the sofa. She rode on the horse, her big breasts shaking and bouncing with each rhythm of their lovemaking. Her lewd moans echoed throughout the space: “So good… Troc… harder…” Duc Anh jerked his cock faster, his cuckold blood surged strongly, for the first time he experienced the feeling of a real cuckold, it was both bitter and painful but also extremely stimulating to the point of madness. Linh was not only lewd but also devoted, pampering Troc with both body and soul, just like the way she did with him – kissing his cheeks, stroking his hair, moaning his name, her eyes sparkling with love. He thought, a complex mixture of lust and jealousy was surging in his heart: My whore… you are such a slut! Linh’s extreme lust combined with the fact that Troc was her biological brother made him so horny that his throat was dry, but also slightly jealous, a vague fear that Linh might actually have romantic feelings for Troc.
Duc Anh decided not to let them know he was coming, just stood outside the door and jerked his cock faster, completely immersed in his crazy lust. He wanted Linh to be more slutty, wanted her to overcome all limits, all moral barriers. He watched Linh ride Troc, her pussy dripping wet the sofa, her lewd moans echoing throughout the room: “So good… Troc… I’m so happy…” Troc moaned, his voice hoarse: “Linh, you… your pussy is so delicious… Thank you, let me fuck my sister…” Duc Anh jerked his cock like crazy, a slight jealousy but the joy filled him when he saw Linh giving herself, as if she loved Troc not only with her body but also with her heart, overshadowed everything.
Linh and Troc were exhausted, hugging each other and sleeping soundly on the sofa, their naked bodies glistening with sweat, vaginal fluid, and dried sperm on her skin. Linh was still holding his cock, as if not wanting to let go, her eyes smiling slightly as she slept, her heart filled with pleasure but also a little confused. Troc hugged her tightly, whispering in his sleep, his voice full of love and possessiveness: “Linh… I love you…” Duc Anh quietly entered the villa, went straight to the kitchen, prepared food – some snacks, a few cans of cold beer – put everything on the dining table, then sat down on the opposite chair and watched them sleep. He patiently waited for them to wake up, his eyes both loving and lustful, wanting to break the ambiguity but keeping his feelings secret.
Linh opened her eyes, her eyes were hazy from sleep and fatigue, suddenly seeing Duc Anh sitting there, his eyes full of slyness and mystery. She was shy, her face flushed, hurriedly ran into the bathroom, the thin red robe fell on the floor as a symbol of indulgence. Duc Anh laughed out loud, teasing loudly, enough for the whole villa to hear: “Everything is better than expected, wife, haha!” Linh turned back to glare at him from the bathroom door, her eyes flirtatious but slightly confused. Troc woke up, rubbed his eyes and looked at Duc Anh in a timid voice: “Uncle… when did you come?” Duc Anh smiled and winked, handing him a can of cold beer: “Long enough to see how happy my wife is, brother! Drink it, it’s very happy, right?” Troc blushed, holding the can of beer, his eyes timidly watching Linh run into the bathroom, his heart still full of confusion.
Linh came out, her hair wet, her red robe loosely tied, revealing her breasts, full of sexiness. She sat down next to Duc Anh, winked at her husband teasingly: “Honey, are you jealous?” Duc Anh laughed, hugging her, his voice hoarse, full of possessiveness: “What are you jealous of, my bitch! Seeing you so happy, I only regret not doing it sooner!” Troc looked at both of them, his heart filled with hope but also hidden worry, thinking: Linh… I don’t want to lose you…
As the sunset began to fall, dyeing the room a magical purple-orange color, Troc stirred slightly, realizing it was time to fly. A flicker of regret appeared in his eyes as he looked at Linh sleeping in his arms. He gently removed Linh’s hand, intending to stand up. Suddenly, Linh woke up, her eyes still sleepy but shining with mischief. She looked straight into Troc’s eyes, squeezing his hand tightly. “I think… I don’t want you to go.” Troc was stunned. “Are you telling the truth?” Linh nodded, her lips slightly pursed, an unusual determination evident in her eyes. “I want you to stay here… with me… with Duc Anh too. I know this is crazy, but I can’t deny my feelings. I want you to stay for two more days, then you can fly to Japan to finish your work, then return to Vietnam. You staying here, near us… will be better for all three of us.”
Duc Anh, who had been silently watching, now spoke up, his voice deep and calculating: “That’s right, Troc. You should stay here for two more days. It’s been a long time since the three of us have had a chance to gather like this. Besides, I also need to return to Vietnam to take care of work. How can I stay in Japan forever? You should postpone tonight’s flight, then fly to Japan to finish the rest and then return here, it will be convenient for the new job later.” Troc looked at Linh, then looked at Duc Anh, a glimmer of doubt flashed in his eyes, but then the desire to stay with Linh and the curiosity about Duc Anh’s intentions overcame everything. “Really? Then I’ll postpone the flight!” He smiled brightly, hugging Linh tightly, not knowing that this decision would drag them into a more complicated and taboo emotional vortex. Duc Anh looked at that scene, the smile on his lips deepened, his eyes sparkled with calculation, and an indescribable feeling of excitement was rising in his heart. You know, this game has just begun.