Chapter 39

As he gazed into her enchanting eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and reverence. “When I grow up,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire, “I will fuck you even harder and deeper.”

Noh Ayla’s cheeks flushed with a deep crimson hue as she listened to Evan’s words, her expression a delicate balance of shyness and coquettish charm. It was a quality that had captivated him from the start, a quality that seemed to dance just beneath the surface of her being, waiting to be unleashed.

“Damn it,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke, “Your little cunt is truly a marvel, a thing of beauty that can bite and tease with the best of them. I can hardly bear the thought of it right now.”

Noh Ayla’s face grew even redder as she listened to Evan’s words, her eyes dropping to the floor as she struggled to maintain a semblance of dignity.

But Evan could see the truth in her eyes, the truth that she was a woman who had been ravaged by her own desires, a woman who had been left wanting by her husband.

“I don’t know,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, “Every time I reach orgasm, it’s like a bottomless pit opens up inside me, a void that can never be filled. No matter how big the cock is, it’s always too small, always too shallow.”

Evan’s eyes widened in understanding as Noh Ayla spoke, his mind racing with the implications of her words.

It was a phenomenon that he had heard of before, a phenomenon that seemed to afflict women who were blessed with a certain ... body type and psyche.

A certain quality that made them irresistible to men, but also left them wanting, always wanting more.

“Noh Min’s father had said that my desire is a bottomless pit,” Noh Ayla continued, her voice laced with a hint of sadness, “A place that can never be filled, no matter how hard you try.”

As Evan listened to Noh Ayla’s words, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of sympathy for her. She was a woman who had been left wanting, a woman who had been ravaged by her own desires.

And yet, despite the pain and the heartache, she was still a woman of great beauty, a woman who seemed to radiate a sense of sensuality and allure.

“It’s not just a bottomless pit,” Evan whispered, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke, “It’s a bottomless vortex, a void that seems to suck you in and never let you go. No normal man could stand this kind of stimulation, not even for a moment.”

Noh Ayla’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise as Evan spoke, her face growing even redder as she listened to his words. But Evan could see the truth in her eyes, the truth that she was a woman who was still very much in love, a woman who was still very much in need of attention and affection.

“Aunty,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire, “who is better, me or your husband?” And as he spoke, he reached out and began to knead Noh Ayla’s breasts, his hands moving with a gentle touch that seemed to awaken a sense of longing within her.