My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 46: Should I book a Love Suite?

Walker put one foot on her shoulders and hummed comfortably. "Lick it well..."

Faye was always afraid, acting as if it was her first time giving a man a blowjob, with no experience. Fear dominated her heart.

So much so that this huge thing had gone in and out of her mouth countless times, her breath hitching with each movement, yet she still performed her clumsy act.

She sucked clumsily, but what was invisible was her small tongue, which licked the glans teasingly in her mouth. It wasn't just delicate sliding—she rubbed and licked along the crown line continuously.

Walker hummed in pleasure. Even without turning his head, he could observe Yakov's expression at this moment.

Reluctance, resentment, helplessness, relief... So many emotions, each one particularly intense. This unscrupulous manipulation of human nature completely satisfied the evil side of Walker's heart.

Yakov was stunned for a moment, then silently turned around and continued to scald the seafood for Walker.

Walker ate and drank leisurely, then remarked, "Director Yakov, your wife doesn't seem to know how to please a man. Her teeth feel a bit heavy. Not to mention your inadequate training, her experience isn't that great."

Hearing this, Faye's face flushed redder, but she didn't dare to react and continued her awkward performance.

As a husband, Yakov replied apologetically, "Master, she really has no experience in this area. Please forgive her."

Walker asked casually, "You sound sincere. Has she never given you a blowjob?"

Yakov gritted his teeth. "Master, really not!"

"Haha, this is interesting." Walker grabbed Faye's hair and demanded, "Mrs. Yakov, you're so stupid. Is this your first time licking a man's dick?"

Faye's face burned with shame. She nearly died of embarrassment. She hadn't expected Walker to ask such a humiliating question directly. While seething inside, she noticed the twisted excitement on his handsome face and vaguely understood his thrill.

Tears welled in her eyes as she feigned pain and refusal. She shook her head and covered her face, unwilling to speak.

This enchantress had strong acting skills—she perfectly portrayed the reaction of a humiliated wife enduring verbal abuse.

"Faye, stop pretending. If the young master isn't satisfied, I'll make your life worse than death," Yakov snapped.

Walker was electrified. He stood abruptly and looked at Yakov. "Director Yakov, I have a bad temper and was rude to your wife. Can you forgive me?"

The words were deeply humiliating. Yakov felt like a powder keg about to explode.

But when he met Walker's eyes—not lustful, but full of teasing—he froze. A strange sensation surged in him.

Could there be another purpose? The old monster didn't seem like someone blinded by lust. What was he hinting at?

Yakov's heart skipped. He forced a smile. "Master, what are you saying? If I can't serve you well, it's my fault. Enjoy yourself however you like. Let me pour you some wine and prepare the hotpot."

Yakov was no ordinary man. He immediately stood and began serving the cuttlefish slices.

Walker's bowl was always empty—he remembered the old monster's monstrous appetite. Seeing the wineglass empty too, Yakov quickly refilled it.

Walker laughed loudly and yanked Faye, who wore a pout, toward him. He forced her to kneel, then shoved his massive cock into her mouth. This time, he showed no mercy, nearly achieving deep throat.

Faye's eyes teared up as she whimpered helplessly, continuing her act of a wife forced into submission.

Walker thrust his hips, fucking her mouth like a pussy. He turned to Yakov with a grin. "Director Yakov, I apologize for being rude to Madam Faye."

Yakov lifted his glass, smiling. "Master, what are you saying? My wife is just your plaything. You can use her however you please."

"Master, this oyster is excellent. It'll give you energy. Fuck this bitch's mouth properly."

Yakov spoke humbly, his gaze drifting down. His wife Faye was being hair-pulled by Walker, her mouth brutally fucked in deep-throat service.

Her lips parted, saliva dripping, eyes rolling back. Walker showed no mercy, gripping her head and pistoning like a beast.

His black balls slapped her chin. Each thrust of his dark cock into her rosy mouth was violent, devoid of gentleness.

Walker was electrified, raping a beautiful wife's mouth before her husband. He knew Faye wasn't inexperienced—and how strong her resolve was.

So he relished Yakov's gaze as he thrust his dark cock repeatedly into the stunning married woman's pretty mouth.

"Mrs. Yakov, use your tongue. It's tough, I know."

Walker panted heavily. His free hand couldn't resist diving into Faye's collar, roughly tearing her bra aside to grope a plump breast.

Faye whimpered, brows furrowed in feigned pain. But when she glanced up through half-lidded eyes, only Walker saw the seduction in them.

Yakov watched wide-eyed, breath growing ragged.

From his angle, he saw Walker's hand invade his wife's clothes, kneading her full breasts shamelessly.

He couldn't see her nipples, but her breasts morphed under the man's rough palms.

Yakov gritted his teeth. Though he despised his wife—a stain on his past—he couldn't deny Faye was one in a million in looks and figure.

His lawful wife was toyed with and humiliated before him. It shamed Yakov—yet excited him.

Sensing this, Walker grinned wickedly. He gripped Faye's head and pushed down slowly.

Giving head in front of others, especially her husband, was shameful enough. Faye burned with humiliation—and an unexpected thrill of revenge.

She closed her eyes and obeyed actively.

Her lipsticked mouth—already alluring—parted slightly, tightly gripping the man's hard cock.

She swallowed it inch by inch. Yakov's breath hitched as he watched the dark shaft vanish into her petite mouth. The visual impact stunned him.

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"Mrs. Yakov's oral skills are impressive. Director Yakov, you're lucky."

Walker groaned, pressing her head down until her nose touched his lower abdomen.

His glans breached her throat, reveling in the muscles' tight convulsions—rejecting yet stimulating him unbearably.

Walker's praise excited the couple, each harboring ulterior motives.

Yakov licked his lips unconsciously. His wife—once a shameful secret—now seemed irresistibly alluring. He regretted never experiencing her mouth, let alone deep throat.

This bitch must've had other men. How else is she so skilled?

Faye rolled her eyes seductively, but Walker ignored it. He stood, gripped her head, and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

"Ouch..."

Faye moaned weakly. Each thrust sent the massive cock deep, the glans brutally invading her throat, choking her.

Drool dripped from her lips to her chest, soaking her cleavage.

The beautiful young woman moaned, unaware how obscene she looked. Yakov's breathing grew erratic, his body heating up. Walker, gazing down, was even more electrified.

Chasing pleasure, Walker didn't hold back.

His balls tightened, pleasure surging. Walker growled, his body locking up as his urethra opened. Hot cum shot straight into the beautiful teacher's mouth.

Faye's heart fluttered at the heat. Her panties were undoubtedly soaked. The masculine scent intoxicated her.

She knelt upright, breathing lightly through her nose, silently swallowing his seed while teasing his glans with her tongue—all under her husband's gaze, fueling her vengeful thrill.

Walker twitched in ecstasy, holding her head as he emptied the last spurts. Then he collapsed onto the sofa, panting.

Faye gave him a seductive glance before pretending to retch painfully—though only saliva spilled, no trace of cum.

Walker smirked in satisfaction and lit a cigarette. Yakov, snapping out of it, hurried over with a lighter.

Walker exhaled smoke, then stepped on Faye's shoulder. "Mrs. Yakov, finish what you started. Look how dirty you made my dick."

Yakov immediately chimed in, "Hurry and clean up for the young master."

"Yes!" Faye coughed lightly, stood, wiped her face with a tissue, then knelt before Walker. As she reached for another tissue, he stopped her.

Seeing Walker's teasing look, Yakov urged, "What are you thinking? Lick it clean with your mouth."

Women were born actors. Faye feigned shock, kneeling stiffly in disbelief.

No choice...

Humiliated...

Tears of shame welled as she finally bowed her head in submission. She took the softening cock in hand, bringing it to her lips. Her tender tongue began cleaning the remnants.

Her body trembled slightly, as if crying.

Yakov scolded, "Don't look so bitter. Serving the young master is an honor. If you keep this up, you'll regret it."

Walker enjoyed Teacher Faye's gentle tongue meticulously cleaning him—and her superb acting. Women truly had a gift for deception.

"Yes!" What Yakov couldn't see was Faye's lowered head, seemingly ashamed, yet skillfully licking the massive, musky cock with her pretty mouth.

Though spent, his cock remained sensitive. Her mouth and tongue worked magic, drawing gasps of pleasure.

Yakov said earnestly, "Master, this place isn't ideal. Should I book a love suite? It'll be more convenient for later... fun."

Hearing this, Faye shuddered, her panties drenched. She glanced at Walker with expectant eyes, her breath quickening at imagined scenes.

Walker was tempted—but going all out now would ruin the fun.

After a pause, he smirked. "No need. Your home will do. Let's go."