Chapter 22: Done Comes Over 2
The air in the living room was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and the faint musk of arousal. The dim glow of the lamps cast long, shifting shadows across the walls, painting the scene in a haze of amber and gold. Paula knelt between Don’s spread thighs, her fingers trembling as they traced the thick, dark veins of his cock. The sheer black lace of her thong clung to her hips, the delicate fabric barely concealing the glistening wetness between her thighs. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her dark brown nipples still wet from Don’s mouth, her body trembling with anticipation.
She could feel the heat of Don’s cock against her fingers, the thick, pulsing weight of it, the way it throbbed under her touch. She licked her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
"Fuck, you’re so big," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
Her fingers wrapped around the thick base of Don’s cock, her thumb brushing against the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. The sheer black lace of her thong barely concealed the glistening wetness between her thighs, the fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer of arousal.
Dave watched from the chair, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. His fingers dug into the armrests, his knuckles turning white as he took in the sight of his wife’s perfect body—her full, heavy tits swaying with every motion, her dark brown nipples hard and begging for Don’s touch.
Dave wondered if this was really happening. He wondered if Paula was going to look at him before going down on Don.
She didn't. Her lips parted and touched her new fuck buddy's big black dick right in front of her husband. The slut.
The fucking *slut*.
Paula’s lips parted, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead of precum that glistened at the tip of Don’s cock.
She wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his shaft, her thumb brushing against the pulsing vein that ran along the underside.
Her breath adjusted as she leaned forward, her lips parting just as Don’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her down.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Take that thick cock in your mouth, baby."
Paula moaned, the vibration humming against his skin as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft.
Her lips stretched around his girth, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass.
"Fuck, you take that cock like a good little slut," Don growled, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her movements.
"Look at you, sucking my big black dick while your husband watches. You love this, don’t you?"
Paula moaned around his length, the vibration making Don’s grip tighten. She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her tongue, the salty precum coating her lips as she worked him deeper. Her own arousal dripped down her thighs, soaking the sheer black lace of her thong, the fabric clinging to her swollen pussy lips. She could feel Dave’s eyes on her, burning into her skin, watching as she took another man’s cock into her mouth. For a moment, she had almost forgotten he was there. Her attention went back to Dave's comfort. "Was this too far?" Paula thought.
Don’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gasp, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet *pop*.
Paula wondered if she had crossed a line and Dave would never forgive her. It should have stayed just a fantasy she thought.
But now she was on her knees in front of another man, her husband watching from the chair, his face unreadable. Her dark brown nipples were still wet from Don’s mouth, her body trembling with anticipation. The sudden loss of him made her whimper, her tongue flicking out to catch the last drop of precum that glistened at the tip.
She looked up at Don through her lashes, her lips parted and glistening, her dark brown nipples still wet from his mouth. The black thong still on her hips.
"Fuck, look at you," Don growled, his voice rough with need. "You love this, don’t you?
You love sucking my big black cock while your husband watches," Don growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You’re such a good little slut for me, Paula." Don’s voice was thick with lust, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her back down onto his cock. "Look at you, taking my big black dick like you were made for it."
Paula moaned around him, her lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth. The sheer black lace of her thong was soaked through now, the fabric clinging to her swollen pussy lips, the glistening wetness between her thighs betraying just how much she was enjoying this. Her dark brown nipples were still wet from Don’s mouth, the sensitive flesh hardening under his gaze.
Dave couldn't believe it. He remembered Paula refusing to use extra large BBC didlos in bed because she was too intimidated. Now here she was with a dick almost as big and sucking it like she was a pro.
Dave’s jaw dropped, his mind racing in a way it hadn’t in years. *Paula?* The same woman who’d once clutched her blanket tighter than a miser’s purse when he’d joked about trying a "double-X" condom—who’d whispered, *"That’s just asking for trouble"*—was now kneeling before him, her lips wrapped around something that looked like it belonged in a museum exhibit. The man’s cock, thick and veined, pulsed faintly against her tongue, and Dave’s breath hitched as he watched her head bob with an eagerness that made his own pulse spike. He should’ve been horrified. Or at least embarrassed. But all he could feel was a strange, intoxicating thrill—like the universe had just handed him a secret he wasn’t supposed to know. The way her fingers curled around the base, the way her throat worked around him—it was *perfect*. And the worst part?
He *loved* it.
Dave’s cock throbbed painfully against his zipper as he watched his wife’s lips stretch obscenely around Don’s thick black cock. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working him filled the room, mingling with Don’s filthy praise and Paula’s muffled moans.
*"Fuck, you're a good little cocksucker,"* Don growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. *"You love sucking black dick, don’t you? You love sucking my big black dick while your husband watches."*
Don’s voice was thick with lust, his fingers tightening in Paula’s hair as he guided her back down onto his cock.
Paula moaned around the big black cock, the vibration humming against his skin as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft.
Her lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass.
Dave couldn’t tear his eyes away. The sight of his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—on her knees, her lips wrapped around another man’s cock, was more than he could handle. His own cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, the pressure almost unbearable. He wanted to touch himself, to ease the ache, but he couldn’t look away.
The way her lips stretched around Don’s thick cock, the way her tongue swirled around the head before sliding down the shaft—it was *perfect*.
She hesitated, the weight of Don’s cock heavy on her tongue, the salty precum coating her lips. *Should she look? Should she check if Dave was okay with this?*
But the moment their eyes met—his dark, hungry gaze locked onto hers—she knew. The way his fingers dug into the armrests, the way his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, the way his cock strained against his zipper—it was all the answer she needed. He wasn’t just okay with this. He was *loving* it.
Paula smiled at Dave with Don’s dick in her mouth, her eyes locking onto his. Dave whispered, *"Take all of him."* The words sent a jolt through her, a thrill that made her pussy clench. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way his fingers tightened around the armrests, the way his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps.
The sight of her husband watching her like this—his eyes dark with hunger, his cock straining against his zipper—sent a jolt of something dark and twisted through her. She *loved* it.
"This isn't a show," Paula thought to herself. "This is for me...and Don. But if Dave happens to like what he sees, even better." For the moment, her conscience was clear.
She was not a cheater. She was a slut. She was a whore. And she loved it. She was a wife who was doing what her husband wanted. She was a woman who was doing what she wanted. She was a woman who was doing what she needed. She was a woman who was doing what she desired. She was a woman who was doing what she craved. She was a woman who was doing what she fantasized about. She was a woman who was doing what she dreamed about. She was a woman who was doing what she wanted to do. She was a woman who was doing what she needed to do. She was a woman who was about to deepthroat a big black in front of her husband.
And she couldn’t wait.
Paula’s lips stretched obscenely around Don’s thick cock as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his girth.
Dave watched, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
She could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the salty precum coating her lips as she took him deeper.
“Fuck, you suck dick so good,” Don growled, his voice rough with need. “You suck lots of dick, don’t you? You love sucking my big black dick.”
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You’re such a good little slut for me, Paula.”
Paula’s lips parted, her tongue flicking out to catch the last drop of precum that glistened at the tip of Don’s cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, her dark brown nipples still wet from his mouth, her body trembling with anticipation.
She took Don’s cock deeper into her throat, her lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. The veins pulsed against her tongue, the salty precum coating her lips as she worked him deeper.
But then—*too deep*—her throat convulsed violently as Don’s cockhead slammed against the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, her body jerking as she gagged around him, her lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth. A wet, choking sound escaped her as she fought to breathe, her fingers digging into his thighs for balance.
Don’s grip in her hair tightened, his hips bucking slightly as he groaned, *"Fuck yeah, take it, baby. You can handle this big dick."* His voice was rough with lust, his dark eyes locked onto hers, watching as she struggled to accommodate him. Paula’s throat worked desperately, her muscles spasming as she fought to relax, to take him deeper.
Her lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth, spit and precum dripping down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone before sliding down the valley of her heavy tits.
Again—*too much*—she ripped her head back with a wet *pop*, gasping for air, her lips glistening with saliva and precum, long ropes of it connecting her mouth to his cock before snapping and dripping onto her heaving brown tits. Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her fingers trembling as she wiped at her lips, smearing the mess across her face. Dave’s eyes were locked onto her.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—his modest, conservative wife, the woman who had once blushed at the idea of a threesome, was now on her knees, her lips wrapped around another man’s cock. And she was *loving* it.
Then, before she could catch her breath, Don’s hands were on her, pulling her up by her hair, his mouth crashing into hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips.
Dave’s breath hitched as he watched Don’s hands roam over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her ass, the softness of her stomach. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—being claimed by another man.
The way Don’s thick fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, the way his mouth devoured hers like he owned her, the way her body melted against him—it was *perfect*. Dave *loved* it.
Paula moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with Don’s, tasting herself on his lips.
When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes burning into hers, she turned her head just enough to meet Dave’s gaze. Their eyes locked—his hungry, hers flushed with heat—and a slow, knowing smile spread across both their faces.
The moment stretched, electric, before Don’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he growled, *"Enough looking. I want that tight pussy now."*
Paula’s breath hitched, her pulse hammering in her throat. She glanced at Dave again, her smile widening as she saw the raw hunger in his eyes, the way his fingers flexed against the armrests. He wasn’t just watching—he was *devouring* the sight of her with another man. The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her, her pussy clenching at the thought of what was about to happen.
She wiped the drool and precum from her chin with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned to Dave, her voice breathless but sincere. "Everything okay with you, baby?" she asked, her dark eyes searching his face for any hint of hesitation. "I want you to be sure about this."
Dave’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the armrests as he took in the sight of his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—kneeling before another man, her lips still glistening from sucking his cock. The way her dark brown nipples stood erect, the way her body trembled with anticipation, the way her pussy glistened through the sheer black lace of her thong—it was all too much. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. "Fuck yes," he growled, his voice rough with need.
"I want to see you take that big black cock in your tight little pussy. I want to watch him stretch you open and make you scream."
Paula's breath hitched at his words, her pussy clenching at the thought of what was about to happen. She could feel the heat of Don's cock against her thigh, the thick, pulsing weight of it, the way it throbbed under her touch.
Paula hesitated for just a moment, her dark eyes flicking between Don and Dave, her fingers trembling slightly as she wiped the last traces of precum from her chin. Then, with a slow, deliberate smile, she turned to Dave, her voice soft but firm. *"I think we should take this to the bedroom."*
The words hung in the air for a heartbeat, heavy with implication. Dave's breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the armrests as he took in the sight of his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—standing there with another man's cock pressed against her thigh, her lips still glistening from sucking him off.
Both men watched, their gazes locked onto the sway of Paula’s thick brown ass as she turned and led them toward the bedroom, the sheer black lace of her thong clinging to her hips, the fabric barely concealing the glistening wetness between her thighs.
Paula’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the door handle, her dark eyes flicking between Don and Dave, her lips still glistening from the taste of Don’s cock.
Dave’s breath hitched as he watched his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—lead another man toward their bedroom, her thick brown ass swaying with each step.
The sight of her like this—so confident, so *wanton*—sent a jolt of something dark and twisted through him.
Don’s fingers tightened around her waist as they reached the bedroom, his dark eyes locked onto the sway of her hips, the way her ass jiggled slightly with each step. His cock throbbed against her thigh, the thick, pulsing weight of it pressing against her skin. He couldn’t wait to feel her tight pussy wrapped around him.
The way her lips had stretched around his cock, the way her throat had worked to take him deeper—it was *perfect*. And now, he was going to feel that same tightness around his cock, stretching her open, making her scream.
The moment they stepped into the bedroom, Don’s hands were on her, pulling her against him, his mouth crashing into hers in a bruising kiss. Paula moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, her body melting against his.
Dave couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife’s perfect body—her full, heavy tits swaying with every motion, her dark brown nipples hard and begging for Don’s touch. The way her thick brown ass jiggled as Don pulled her against him, the way her lips parted in a gasp when his tongue forced its way past them—it was *perfect*.
Paula’s fingers dug into Don’s shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as he devoured her mouth. His tongue was thick and insistent, tasting of salt and musk, and she could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach.
The bed was soft beneath her back, the cool sheets contrasting with the heat of his body as he loomed over her. Paula’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Don’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong, dragging the delicate lace down her thighs with a slow, deliberate pull. The fabric snagged for a moment on her hips, and she lifted her ass to help him, her body trembling with anticipation.
The sheer black lace slid down her thighs, revealing the glistening wetness between her legs, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal. Her cunt, shaved just for Don. The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of sex—musky, intoxicating, and heavy with anticipation.
Don’s dark eyes burned into hers as he tossed the thong aside, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before sliding down to cup her bald pussy. His touch was rough, possessive, his fingers spreading her lips apart to reveal the slick, pink flesh beneath. Paula gasped, her back arching off the bed as he pressed a thick finger inside her, her walls clenching around him.
She was so wet, so ready, and the way he was looking at her—like he was going to fuck her into oblivion—made her pussy throb even harder.
Don’s thick fingers spread her wide, his thumb circling her clit with just the right pressure, making her gasp and arch her back. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I can’t wait to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock again."
Dave’s breath hitched as he watched from the side, his fingers digging into the doorframe. The sight of his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—spread open like this, her married pussy glistening with arousal, was more than he could handle.
Don’s fingers slid out of her with a wet sound, and he positioned himself between her thighs, his thick cock pressing against her entrance. Paula’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as she felt the head of his cock pushing against her, stretching her open.
She could feel the thick, pulsing weight of him, the way his cockhead pressed against her entrance, the way her body trembled with anticipation. Don’s fingers dug into her hips, his grip tight and possessive, as he whispered filthy promises into her ear. *"I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby. I’m gonna stretch that tight little Indian pussy until you scream for me. You’re gonna take every inch of this big black cock, and you’re gonna love it."*
Paula’s nodded in submission, her fingers digging into the sheets as she felt the thick, pulsing weight of his cock pressing against her entrance. She could feel the way her body trembled with anticipation, the way her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill her. The words sent a jolt of something dark and twisted through her, her body arching off the bed as she moaned, *"Fuck, yes. Please, Don.
Fuck me. Fuck me now.
Paula’s voice was a desperate whimper, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she pulled him closer. The thick head of his cock pressed against her dripping entrance, stretching her open with just the slightest push. She could feel the heat of him, the way his cock pulsed against her, the way her body trembled with need.
Don’s fingers tightened around her hips, his grip bruising as he growled, *"You want this big black cock inside you again, don’t you, baby? You want me to stretch that tight Indian pussy open?"*
Paula’s breath hitched, her back arching off the bed as she moaned, *"Yes.
Fuck me, Don. Fuck me hard."* The words tumbled from her lips in a desperate, breathless rush, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer.
Don’s dark eyes burned into hers, his lips curling into a smirk as he growled, *"You sure you can handle this big black cock, baby? You want this big black cock inside you, don’t you, baby?"* he growled, his voice rough with need. *"You want me to stretch that tight little Indian pussy open?"*
Paula’s breath hitched, her back arching off the bed as she moaned, *"Yes.
"*
"Fuck my Indian pussy!" she screamed as Don slammed into her, her body arching off the bed as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock stretching her open, his hips slamming against hers, the way her body trembled beneath him. She could feel every inch of him, the way his cock throbbed inside her, the way her pussy clenched around him, desperate for more.
As Dave stood in the doorway, his breath coming in shallow gasps, he couldn't help but notice the symphony of sounds. The wet, slapping sound of Don's thick cock sliding in and out of his wife's married pussy filled the air, the noise echoing off the walls. The sound of their bodies slamming together, the smack of flesh on flesh, was rhythmic and primal, a constant beat that made Dave's own cock throb in time. He could hear the way Paula's pussy gripped Don's cock, the wet, sucking sound as it was pulled out, only to be slammed back in. The sound of their moans and gasps, the way Paula's voice hitched as Don hit just the right spot, it was all music to Dave's ears. The sound of their pleasure, of his wife being fucked by another man, was the hottest thing Dave had ever heard.
As Dave stood in the doorway, his eyes immediately went to Paula's tits, bouncing and jiggling with each thrust of Don's cock. He had seen them a thousand times before, but never like this. Never from this angle, never with another man's cock slamming into her. He could see the way her nipples hardened, the way her areolas puckered and tightened with each thrust. He could see the way her face contorted with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut. He could see the way her ass cheeks shook and jiggled, the way her thighs trembled with each thrust. He could see the way her pussy lips stretched around Don's thick cock, the way her juices coated his shaft, glistening in the light. He could see it all, and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his pants, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he watched his wife being fucked by another man. He couldn't take his eyes off her, couldn't look away from the sight of her being pleasured.
He could see the way her body moved, the way her hips rolled, the way her tits bounced with each thrust. He could see the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way her mouth opened in a silent scream, the way her eyes squeezed shut.
Paula’s body arched violently as the first orgasm tore through her, her fingers clawing at Don’s shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she screamed, *"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME HARDER, DON!"* Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her walls fluttering as she came, her body trembling beneath him.
"Fuck, yes! Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!"* she screamed, her voice breaking as the first orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her walls fluttering as pleasure ripped through her, her body arching violently off the bed. She whimpered, her fingers clawing at his back, her nails dragging down his skin as she gasped for air. *"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—"* she whimpered, her voice trembling as the pleasure crashed over her in waves.
Her pussy clenched around Don’s thick cock, her walls fluttering as she came, her body trembling beneath him.
Then, with a guttural groan, he pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her juices as he fisted it roughly. A thick rope of cum shot out, splattering across her heaving tits, the white streaks contrasting against her dark brown skin. Another spurt followed, then another, until her chest was slick and glistening, her nipples pebbled from the heat of his release.
Paula gasped, her fingers trembling as she touched the sticky mess on her skin, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The sight of Don’s cum dripping down her chest, the way it mixed with her own arousal, the way it glistened under the dim bedroom light—it was *perfect*. She could feel the heat of it, the way it clung to her skin, the way it made her pussy throb with need.
Dave's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Paula's big brown tits, glistening and coated in a thick layer of Don's cum. He had always worshipped her tits, had always loved the way they filled his hands, the way her nipples hardened under his touch. But this, this was something else entirely. The way the white cum contrasted with her dark skin, the way it dripped down her cleavage, the way it coated her nipples, making them shine and glisten - it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. The sight of his wife—his *modest*, conservative wife—spread open and dripping, her body trembling beneath another man, was more than he could handle. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, couldn’t look away from the sight of her being pleasured.
Paula, having just been fucked in her marital bed right in front of her husband was in a state of bliss. Covered in another man's cum, with her freshly shaved married pussy on full display. Don, a man she met two weeks ago had just fucked her in front of her husband and made her scream and whimper. And before that, she sucked his dick right in front of Dave.
She looked at Dave, no longer concerned if he was "ok" with it or not. He clearly loved every second of it but that still didn't matter. She was a slut. Always had been. And she loved it.
Every filthy, depraved second of it.
Paula's fingers trembled as she traced the thick ropes of cum coating her tits, the sticky heat of it making her nipples harden even more. The scent of sex—sweat, pussy, and Don’s musk—filled the air, thick and intoxicating. She could still feel the ghost of his cock inside her, stretching her, filling her, making her scream like a whore.
And she was a whore.
A married whore.
Her husband’s whore.
Dave’s whore.
But right now, she was *Don’s* whore.
And she fucking loved it.
The way her husband’s eyes burned into her, the way his breath hitched as he watched Don’s cum drip down her tits—it was *perfect*. And she loved it.
Every filthy, depraved second of it.
Paula’s fingers trembled as she traced the thick ropes of cum coating her tits, the sticky heat of it making her nipples harden even more.
Dave’s breath hitched as he watched from a few feet away, his fingers finally unzipping his pants with a shaky exhale, his cock springing free in his palm. His grip was tight, desperate, his thumb smearing precum over the swollen head as he stroked himself in time with the aftershocks of Paula’s orgasm. The sight of her—his wife, his *modest* wife—sprawled and glistening, her lips still parted from screaming, was too much. He couldn’t look away.
The sight of her husband—her *supportive*, *encouraging* husband—standing there with his cock in his hand, his face flushed with arousal, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. She loved this. Loved the way he watched her, loved the way he *wanted* this for her. Loved the way he *needed* this for himself.
Don admired the mess on her chest, his dark eyes locked onto hers as he growled, *"Fuck, look at you. You’re such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you, baby?"* His voice was rough, thick with lust, and Paula’s pussy clenched at the sound.
She could feel the heat of his cum still dripping down her tits, the sticky mess coating her skin, and she loved the way it made her feel—used, claimed, *owned*. She was a married woman, a wife, but right now, she was *Don’s* little slut, and she fucking loved it.
"Come on, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with lust, her fingers trailing through the cum still glistening on her chest. "I want to see you cum all over me. Paint my tits with your cum, just like he did."
Then, with a guttural groan, Dave’s cock pulsed violently, thick ropes of cum shooting out to splatter against Paula’s cum-slicked tits. The white streaks mixed with Don’s release, dripping down her heaving chest as she moaned, her fingers tracing the sticky mess with a satisfied smile.
Don’s dark chuckle rumbled through the room. *"Look at you, baby,"* he murmured, thumbing her nipple, *"getting your husband all worked up."* Paula took her husband's load onto her tits, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, the heat of two men’s cum coating her skin.
Paula's big brown tits looked absolutely glazed, covered in two huge loads of cum. The white liquid clung to her dark skin, dripping down her cleavage and coating her nipples. They stood out, hard and puckered, surrounded by the sticky mess. The sight of her, marked and claimed by both men, was incredibly hot and degrading all at the same time.
"You look so fucking hot covered in all that cum," Dave told his wife.
He was still stroking his cock as he admired the sight of his wife's big brown tits dripping with cum. "You're such a good girl for taking all that cock, baby. You look like such a hot fucking slut right now."
Paula moaned as she felt Don's cock stiffening again against her thigh. She couldn't believe how fast he was recovering. "Fuck, you're already hard again?" she gasped, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. "You're not done with me yet, are you?"
Don chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her hips as he positioned himself between her thighs. "Oh, I'm far from done with you, baby," he growled.
"That tight little pussy of yours is just getting started." His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer as his thick cock pressed against her dripping entrance. "You ready for another round, slut?"
Paula moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck yes," she whimpered, before looking up at Dave. "Can you get me a towel for my tits, Babe?"
Paula asked Dave, her voice dripping with lust. "I don't want to get cum all over the sheets."
Dave hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto the sight of his wife's big brown tits, glistening with a thick layer of cum. He had never seen her like this before, so wanton and uninhibited. The sight of her, covered in another man's cum, was both hot and degrading, and it made his cock throb with need.
He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and handed it to Paula, his fingers trembling slightly as he did so. She took the towel and wiped the cum from her tits, her fingers tracing the sticky mess with a satisfied smile.
She could feel the heat of two men’s cum still coating her skin, the sticky mess clinging to her fingers as she wiped it away. The scent of sex—sweat, pussy, and cum—filled the air, thick and intoxicating. She could still feel the ghost of Don’s cock inside her, stretching her, filling her, making her scream like a whore.