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Chapter 395 How many slaps does it take for Meiya to beg for forgiveness? [R-18]

Chapter 395: How many slaps does it take for Meiya to beg for forgiveness? [R-18]

Girls down on Alex’s cock were silent.

Perhaps, neither felt like saying something. But as one of them was Stella, it was somewhat understandable that she would rather open her mouth to whip Alex, which was easier and better in her current mood.

And as lazy people loved to pass things to others, Stella left that job to her mother—to no avail.

In her drunken state, Meiya rode the mode the best. In fact, it was not so silent below, for their lips, panting, and moans said more than a thousand words. Meiya understood it was enough, just like she knew that being drunk helped her cope with the debauchery and oyakodon.

If it hadn’t been for alcohol in her veins, Meiya would’ve already shared some of Alex’s precum in a kiss, no less.

But that would be going past a certain line—and although Meiya was always bold and adaptable to many stuff, she wasn’t so sure about hopping onto lustful clouds, mainly due to Olivia’s words and Stella’s hearts which Meiya had yet to properly talk about it—so Meiya bumped into Stella’s forehead, stopping her from licking Alex.

Amidst the chaos induced by Alex’s words—which made the mother-pair duo suck on him faster and heavier—in an instant, Meiya parted her lips like a beast readying to gobble down its prey, swallowing Alex’s shaft into her mouth, thoroughly and cleanly.

Meiya bobbed her head on Alex’s cock, sliding her rosy like wine lips without glancing at her daughter—who had been gazing at her with fire in her eyes—stuffing her little nose with his smell while her tongue flapped around him to take more of his taste.

She treated Alex’s marvelous rod like she usually would, showcasing his high quality. At first, Meiya wanted Stella to answer her, but she quickly forgot herself, casting all her thoughts, except one, aside to suck Alex’s cock with only one goal—to drink his seed.

Stella glared at her mother half-incredulously, for she had been expecting such a thing to happen at some point. Perhaps, if Stella had used her holy skills to cleanse the poison out of her mother, Meiya would’ve been like usual, fawning and giving her all to her daughter.

No, Stella was sure that it would be this way. It was their first ‘oyakodon’—even if Alex said it wasn’t—so the Goddess Momma should’ve supported Stella instead.

And in the next one, these two would serve Alex with a proper oyakodon. In the following ones, they would fight for his attention, and more, not in the first ever!

No sooner those thoughts had trailed off than Meiya’s eyes closed shut—her beloved swelling and releasing the seeds of victory—her little nose widening, cheeks bulging, and throat guiding it down to her stomach.

Alex’s release lasted some time, simply because it was his first shot of the day, and Meiya also didn’t want to part with his cock yet. She sucked every drop, seemingly munching on Alex.

At last, Meiya let him go with aloud smooch, raising her intoxicated eyes at him, drank on his seed and love, and naturally alcohol.

“I am the top,” she said triumphantly, not even parting her lips to show that each drop had fallen to her stomach, for confidence brimmed that lass.

Meiya jerked her head to the side, smiling faintly at her daughter, “You still haven’t decided, have you? It’s fine… Mommy will get spanking on top of you, so we will have a lot of time to talk about it.”

Alex and Stella gazed at Meiya with similar eyes, already wanting Meiya to get into the position.

Stella would hold her mother, not giving her a chance to escape, and Alex would finally showcase what he had learned about slaps and how he would use it to make Meiya beg for forgiveness—both were too eager to move.

Alex added in a husky voice, reminding himself it was the punishment, “Climb on Stella, now. Don’t laze around, and keep that ass high. I don’t even want to lean forward a little.”

Listening to his master-like tone, Meiya scrambled on her daughter, embracing her soft body like a mother without any other intent. She wore a smile, preparing to have a talk with Stella about their oyakodons, for she knew that there was much more to it.

But to say nothing of talking, Meiya couldn’t even utter a word as Alex’s slap went through her bottom.

“Ohhh!” Meiya groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the former holding the crown, as Alex’s first smack on her bottom resounded in the room. The sound was loud, still echoing in the ladies’ ears.

But Meiya naturally felt more. Below, her ample ass shook like a pudding, seemingly bitten already, as the throbbing hand print sank into her abundant softness—her pale akin to snow skin prickled—twitching alongside Meiya gasping for breath.

That was a loud smack. Alex surely would get the best grade should a teacher be here!

And he wasn’t done yet, of course.

He lifted his hand overhead—and before Meiya could register what had actually happened to her—Alex brought down that hand, whipping Meiya’s bottom for the second time.

“Ohhhh!” Meiya groaned the same, if not louder, her eyes shut, clenching to her Stella’s soft body.

Her daughter didn’t even have to hold her or do anything to punish her for taking away Alex’s cock from her—Alex actually had a way to instantly make her scream and not think of anything else.

Alex slapped Meiya’s ass for the third time—this time, gazing at her pert peach rupturing due to his slap with wide eyes, following each movement of her soft flesh.

As the third slap rang out, Meiya’s ass shook heavily. The throbbing heightened, and her flesh burnt, trying to escape in every direction. But in reality, Alex’s hand coated in wind element kneaded and drew her flesh in every direction as if he had thousands of hands.

He was so rough with her, his fondling perching her on the verge of madness.

“Ohhhh! Ohhhh!” Meiya kept groaning close to Stella’s ear, shaking her little head while unable to cast her holy skills, let alone summon her wings to draw Alex’s attention. In a proper oyakodon, Alex would have his girls’ feathers blending together, but not this time.

What Meiya at most could do was just part her lips, let her saliva stream down her chin onto Stella’s face, and chest—but not too much of that liquid could drop onto Stella’s chest, for Meiya draped her top with her heavenly melons squashing hers.

She could only whimper under Alex, who had been going from one cheek to another, meting out the punishment!

Pah! Pah! Pah!

“Alex…ander! Alexander! I beg you to stop!” Meiya screamed out of her lungs after what should be the hundred and fifteenth slap. She didn’t know whether she was right—she counted to divert her attention, an asinine choice—but that no longer mattered.

“I can’t hear you,” Alex continued with the slaps, having his cock in between Meiya’s cheeks, enjoying the meaty waves and massage that her plump ass had been bringing him.