Chapter 9: Filthy Confession
Krissy whimpered as Madison’s crimson nails bit deeper into the soft swell of her left breast, the sharp sting mingling obscenely with the relentless slap of Tyler’s hips hammering against her bare ass. "Fuck, she's so tight back here," Tyler grunted, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, his thick cock pistoning into her wet depths with animal urgency. Each powerful thrust drove Krissy forward, pressing her massive tits harder against Madison’s demanding grip. "God, look at them," Madison breathed, her voice thick with lust, eyes locked on the jiggling flesh she mauled. "Pinch her nipples, Maddie," Tyler commanded, his hand snaking around Krissy’s waist to roughly finger her clit.
"Yesss," Madison hissed, tweaking the hardened peaks cruelly, drawing a choked cry from Krissy that echoed off the grimy tiles. The filthy, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh filled the cramped stall, underscored by Tyler’s labored grunts and the muffled bass thumping from the club beyond the door. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with sex and perfume gone sour. Krissy’s mind reeled – the guilt a dull ache beneath the overwhelming tide of sensation, the phantom pressure of Tim’s gaze burning through the flimsy partition. "Harder," she gasped, surprising herself as the words tumbled out, her hips bucking back to meet Tyler’s plunging cock. "Yeah, take it, you dirty slut," Tyler spat, grabbing her hips savagely, driving into her with brutal force, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy lips.
Madison leaned in, biting Krissy’s earlobe. "He’s loving this, you know. Tim. Hearing you get wrecked." A low groan vibrated through the door, confirming it. "Tell him, Krissy," Tyler demanded, pounding her relentlessly. "Tell your husband who’s fucking his wife right now." Krissy’s moan broke into fragmented pleas. "Tyler... oh god, Tyler’s fucking me... so deep!" Tyler slammed home, unleashing a guttural roar as hot spurts flooded her cunt. Madison roughly squeezed both tits, smirking as Krissy shuddered through her own violent climax against Tyler’s still-throbbing cock. The stall door creaked open an inch, revealing Tim’s shadowed face, his eyes wide, fixed on the slick mess of his wife impaled on his friend.