Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The air in the living room was thick with the scent of whiskey and something darker—something like anticipation. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, flickering shadows across the walls, the kind of shadows that made everything feel heavier, more intimate. Adam leaned back on the couch, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass, the ice inside long since melted. His wife, Alexandra, sat curled beside him, her legs tucked beneath her, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder like a waterfall of silk.
She was wearing that dress—the one he loved, the one that clung to her hips like a second skin, the fabric so thin it might as well have been painted on. It dipped low in the front, revealing the swell of her breasts, the shadow between them just begging to be explored. He could see the faint outline of her nipples, hard and tight beneath the fabric, and he swallowed thickly, his cock already stirring in his pants.
Nathan was across from them, sprawled in the armchair like he owned the damn thing, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle.
He had that easy confidence, the kind that came from knowing exactly what he was working with—both in the gym and in the bedroom. Adam had seen the way women looked at him, the way Alexandra’s eyes had lingered just a second too long when Nathan had walked in earlier, his presence filling the room like a goddamn storm.
The whiskey burned as Adam took another sip, the liquid fire sliding down his throat, doing nothing to dull the edge of the tension coiling in his gut. He should’ve known better than to suggest *Truth or Dare*. It was a game for teenagers, for people who still had something to prove.
But Adam had said it anyway, his voice rough with the whiskey, his fingers tightening around the glass like it was the only thing keeping him from doing something reckless. *"Truth or dare, you fuckers. Let’s see who’s got the balls."*
Alexandra had laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to his cock. She leaned forward, the neckline of her dress gaping just enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. "Oh, you’re *daring* me?" she purred, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, then. *Dare.*"
Adam’s pulse spiked.
He watched as Alexandra’s tongue flicked over her lower lip, slow and deliberate, like she was already savoring the taste of what came next. The air in the room thickened, heavy with the promise of something reckless.
Nathan exhaled through his nose, a sound that was half-laugh, half-growl. "Shit. Alright, I’m in."
Alexandra clapped her hands together once, sharp and decisive. "Perfect. Then here’s your dare, Nathan." She leaned back into the couch, her thighs pressing together just enough to make his cock ache with the need to see more. "I want a kiss. A real one.
Not some fucking chaste peck on the cheek." Alexandra's voice was low, velvety, the kind of voice that made your balls tighten and your dick swell with the promise of something filthy. She tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes locked onto Nathan’s, daring him to refuse.
Adam’s breath hitched. His fingers dug into the armrest of the couch, his knuckles turning white. He should’ve stopped this. He *should’ve*. But the words were stuck in his throat, trapped behind the thick, choking knot of arousal and something darker—something that felt a lot like jealousy, but also, fuck, something that felt like *excitement*.
Nathan didn’t hesitate.
He didn’t even blink. His gaze locked onto Alexandra’s, the air between them crackling with tension so thick it could have been cut with a knife. He stood smoothly, his muscles shifting beneath his shirt as he crossed the room without a sound. The firelight painted his sharp jawline in gold, his full lips parted just slightly, like he was already tasting her.
Alexandra didn’t move. She stayed perfectly still, her breath coming shallow, her chest rising and falling with each rapid inhale. The scent of her—something warm and floral with a hint of vanilla—filled the space between them, intoxicating.
When Nathan reached her, he didn’t waste time on hesitation.
His hand slid into her hair, fingers tangling in the dark, silky strands as he tilted her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. Alexandra’s lips parted on a sharp inhale, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him, her breath warm against his mouth.
“Fuck,” Nathan growled, low and rough, his voice vibrating through her. He didn’t ask permission—he took. His mouth crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding, his tongue forcing its way between her lips as if he’d been starving for her taste. Alexandra moaned into the kiss, her hands flying to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer.
The sound of their mouths colliding was wet, filthy—tongues twisting together, teeth clashing in a desperate, hungry rhythm. Nathan’s hand slid from her hair, down the curve of her spine, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. His other hand cupped her jaw, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue fucking her mouth like he was already imagining what it would feel like between her thighs.
Adam’s breath came in ragged gasps. His cock was rock-hard, straining against his zipper, the pressure almost painful. He couldn’t look away. He *should’ve* looked away.
He *should’ve* said something—anything—to stop this. But the words died in his throat, choked off by the thick, suffocating heat of arousal that coiled in his gut, tightening his balls until they ached. His wife—*his fucking wife*—was moaning into Nathan’s mouth like she was already coming undone, her body arching into his touch like she’d been waiting for this for years.
And maybe she had.
The thought sent a jolt of something dark and electric through Adam’s veins. His cock throbbed, the head pressing painfully against his zipper, precome already dampening the fabric of his boxers.
He could feel the heat radiating off Alexandra and Nathan, the scent of their arousal thick in the air—sweet and musky, like honeyed sin. The sound of their kiss was wet and sloppy, tongues sliding together, lips parting with desperate little gasps.
Alexandra’s fingers dug into Nathan’s shoulders, her nails biting through the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer, her body arching into his. She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips, her thighs pressing together as if she could already feel the ache between them. Nathan’s hand slid down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
The sound tore from her throat, raw and needy, and Adam’s cock jerked in his pants, his breath hitching as he watched his wife’s body melt against another man’s. Her dress rode up her thighs with every shift of her hips, the fabric bunching around her waist in a way that made his mouth water. He could see the slick, wet glisten of her panties beneath the thin fabric, the outline of her cunt pressed against the lace—*fuck*—he could almost taste the heat of her.
Alexandra moaned into Nathan’s mouth, her back arching as he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel just how hard he was for her.
The thick ridge of his cock pressed into her stomach through his jeans, and she whimpered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. *God, he was huge.* She could feel the heat of him even through the layers of fabric, the way his cock pulsed against her, demanding attention.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Nathan growled against her lips, his voice rough with need. His hand slid down her body, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before slipping under the hem of her dress. The moment his skin touched hers, she shivered, her breath hitching as his calloused palm slid up her thigh, his touch burning like fire.
Alexandra’s legs parted instinctively, her body betraying her before her mind could catch up. The lace of her panties was already soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Nathan groaned, his fingers curling into the damp fabric, pulling it aside with a sharp tug.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “You’re *soaked*, baby.”
Adam’s breath came in short, sharp gasps from the couch, his cock throbbing painfully as he watched his wife’s body respond to another man’s touch.
He could see the exact moment Nathan’s fingers slid beneath the lace of Alexandra’s panties, the rough pad of his fingertip pressing against her slick folds. Her back arched off the couch with a broken moan, her hips jerking upward as if seeking more.
“Oh *fuck*—” Alexandra gasped, her nails biting into Nathan’s shoulders. Her thighs trembled, her cunt clenching around nothing, already dripping with need. “You’re *so fucking* thick—”
Nathan groaned, his free hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises as he slid one thick finger inside her. *God, she was tight.* So fucking tight.
So goddamn wet. *
Nathan’s finger sank into Alexandra’s cunt with a wet, obscene sound, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. The heat of her was *insane*—slick, scalding, her arousal coating his skin as he curled his finger inside her, pressing against that rough patch of flesh that made her gasp and buck against his hand.
“Fuck—*yes*—” Alexandra’s voice was a broken whimper, her head falling back against the couch as Nathan’s thumb found her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure. Her hips rolled in time with his touch, her body already chasing the release she’d been denied for so long.
Adam’s cock ached like a motherfucker, his balls drawn up tight as he watched Nathan’s fingers work her over. The wet sounds of her cunt being fingered filled the room, the scent of her arousal thick in the air—sweet, musky, intoxicating.
“God, you’re *dripping*,” Nathan growled, his voice rough with lust as he added a second finger, stretching her open. Alexandra whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against his hand, her body taking him deeper. “Fuck, you’re *so tight*—”
Adam’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hand slipping down to palm his cock through his pants.
The sight of Nathan’s fingers buried inside his wife’s cunt was *too much*—her wetness glistening on his skin, her thighs trembling as she rode his hand, her moans filling the room like a filthy symphony. The fabric of his boxers was already damp with precome, the head of his cock throbbing, desperate for release.
Alexandra’s back arched off the couch, her fingers clawing at Nathan’s shoulders as he curled his fingers inside her, pressing against that sweet, swollen spot that made her whimper and grind down harder.
The wet, lewd sounds of her cunt taking his fingers filled the room, mixing with her breathless moans and the crackle of the fire.
*"Fuck—oh *fuck*—don’t stop, don’t *fucking* stop—"* she gasped, her voice ragged with need. Her thighs trembled around his wrist, her hips rolling in desperate circles as she chased the orgasm building deep inside her.
Nathan growled, his cock throbbing painfully against his zipper as he watched her fall apart on his fingers. *"You’re so goddamn tight, baby,"* he rasped, his voice rough with lust.
The sound of her wet cunt taking his fingers was filthy, obscene—*slick, squelching noises* that filled the room, mingling with her ragged moans.
“Fuck—*yes*—just like that—” she gasped, her voice breaking as Nathan’s thumb circled her clit, slow and deliberate, the pressure just enough to make her hips jerk against his hand. Her thighs trembled, her cunt clenching around his fingers as she chased the release that had been building for so long.
Adam’s cock was *aching*, the head throbbing against his zipper, precome leaking in thick, sticky ropes that soaked through his boxers.
*"I can feel you clenching around me."*
Alexandra’s breath came in sharp, needy gasps, her body trembling as Nathan’s fingers pistoned in and out of her, his thumb never leaving her clit. The wet, obscene sound of her arousal filled the room—*squelch, squelch, squelch*—her cunt gushing around his fingers, her thighs slick with her own fluids.
Adam’s cock was a fucking steel rod in his pants, the head leaking precome against his boxers as he watched his wife writhe beneath another man’s touch. His fingers flexed around his cock through the fabric, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex—sweet, musky, intoxicating. The wet sounds of Alexandra’s cunt being fingered filled the room, mingling with her breathless moans and Nathan’s low, filthy groans.
Nathan curled his fingers inside her again, pressing against that sweet spot that made her whimper and buck against his hand. “Fuck, you’re *so* fucking wet,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers inside you, baby?”
Alexandra’s breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders.
*"Fuck—yes—"*
The words were barely out of her mouth before Nathan’s fingers slid free with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her cunt throbbing and empty. His hands moved to his belt, the clink of metal loud in the charged silence. The air between them was thick with the scent of her arousal, the musky sweetness of her need hanging heavy in the room. Adam’s breath came in short, ragged gasps from the couch, his cock straining painfully against his zipper as he watched his wife’s eyes darken with anticipation.
Nathan’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already slick with precome. He gripped the base, stroking himself once, twice—his gaze locked onto Alexandra’s as he guided the swollen tip between her thighs. The heat of her was *maddening*, her cunt glistening, her lips parted and swollen with need.
Nathan didn’t hesitate—he *shoved* his cock deep inside her in one brutal, claiming thrust, his thick length stretching her open with a wet, obscene *squelch* that filled the room. Alexandra’s back arched off the couch with a broken scream, her nails raking down Nathan’s shoulders as her body struggled to take him—*fuck, he was huge*—her cunt clenching around him like a vice, her walls fluttering as they fought to accommodate his girth.
“Oh—*fuck*—!” she gasped, her voice raw, her thighs trembling as Nathan bottomed out inside her, his hips pressing flush against hers. The stretch burned, the fullness *overwhelming*, but the ache between her legs was worse—the desperate, clawing need for more.
Nathan smirked as he felt the first ripple of her protest, his cock swelling even thicker inside her. “That’s it, baby. Take it,” he growled, his voice rough with lust as he gripped her hips harder, nails biting into soft flesh. “Your pussy can’t handle how thick I am, can it?”
Alexandra whimpered, her back arching off the couch, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle the scream clawing up her throat. The burn was *searing*, her walls struggling to stretch around him, but the deeper he pushed, the wetter she became—her cunt gushing, her arousal coating his cock in slick heat. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his thick length as he dragged himself almost all the way out before slamming back inside her with a wet, obscene *slap* of skin on skin.
The burn was exquisite—her cunt stretched around him, clenching impossibly tight as he bottomed out again, his balls pressing flush against her ass. Nathan groaned, his hips snapping forward once more, his cock swelling even deeper inside her until she felt impossibly full, her walls fluttering around him in desperate, greedy pulses.
Alexandra’s back arched off the couch, her nails digging crescents into Nathan’s shoulders as she gasped, her breath coming in sharp, broken little sobs. The stretch was *too much*—every thrust sent fire licking up her spine, her clit throbbing where it was crushed between their bodies, the friction driving her mad. She could feel him swelling inside her, his girth pressing against every sensitive nerve ending, his cockhead dragging against that perfect spot that made her vision whiten at the edges.
Then—*fuck*—he *slammed* into her, his hips pistoning with a brutal, relentless rhythm that knocked the breath from her lungs. The couch groaned beneath them as Nathan’s body crashed into hers, his cock *pounding* her cunt raw, each thrust so deep she could feel the thick ridge of his crown slamming against her cervix.
Alexandra’s nails raked down his back, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she clung to him, her body arching off the couch with every savage thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—*squelch, slap, squelch*—her cunt gushing around his cock, her arousal dripping down her thighs as he *fucked* her like an animal.
“Fuck—*I can’t*—oh *fuck* I’m gonna—”
Her cunt clenched around Nathan’s cock like a vise, her walls fluttering in desperate, greedy pulses as she teetered on the edge of oblivion. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—*squelch, slap, squelch*—her arousal dripping down her thighs, coating his balls as he fucked her into the couch.
Adam’s cock was *hard*, his vision tunneling as he watched Nathan’s thick length disappear inside his wife, her cunt stretching obscenely around him. The sight made his stomach clench, his balls drawing up tight and heavy.
His pulse thundered in his ears, the only sound overriding Alexandra’s broken moans and Nathan’s guttural grunts as he pistoned his hips between her thighs. The couch groaned beneath them, the rhythmic creak of wood mixing with wet, obscene *slaps* of skin, the scent of sex thick enough to choke on.
Adam’s hand flew to the button of his slacks, fingers fumbling in his haste. The zipper rasped down with a teeth-grinding *zzzzt* that cut through the room like a blade. His cock sprang free, already weeping precome in thick pearls that dripped onto the armrest.
The head was swollen, the slit glistening, the vein running down the underside throbbing like a second heartbeat. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as he watched Alexandra’s back arch off the couch, her spine curving like a bow as Nathan’s hips snapped against hers with brutal, relentless force.
The wet, obscene *squelch* of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt filled the air, mingling with her broken screams and Nathan’s gutteral growls. Alexandra’s thighs trembled, her nails raking down Nathan’s back hard enough to draw blood as she clung to him, her body suspended on the edge of a climax that felt like it might tear her apart.
The first wave hit her like a freight train—her cunt clamping down around Nathan’s cock so violently it made his hips stutter, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he growled and *pounded* into her with renewed ferocity. The thick ridge of his cockhead dragged against that sweet, sensitive spot inside her with every brutal thrust, sending white-hot pleasure radiating through her veins until her vision whited out.
“Fuck—*yes*—*fuck*—” she gasped, her back arching off the couch so hard her head nearly smacked into the armrest.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the orgasm detonated inside her, her walls clamping down around Nathan’s cock like a vice, rippling in greedy, hungry pulses that milked him deep. The wet, obscene sound of her cunt taking his length filled the room—*squelch, squelch, fucking squelch*—her arousal gushing in thick, slippery rivers down his shaft, coating his balls in sticky heat as he *fucked* her through it.
Nathan groaned, his hips snapping forward in jerky, erratic motions as her cunt strangled him, his cock swelling even thicker as he fought to hold back his own release.
The pressure was *too much*—her walls fluttering around him in greedy, milking pulses, her arousal dripping down his shaft in thick, slippery rivers that coated his balls in sticky heat. He could feel every pulse of her climax, the way her body clenched around him like a vice, the way her thighs trembled as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Adam was *dying*.
His cock throbbed in his palm, the head dark and swollen with need, a fat bead of precome welling at the tip before dripping onto his thigh.
He watched as Nathan’s hips stuttered, his cock buried to the hilt inside Alexandra, her walls still fluttering around him in slow, clenching aftershocks. The sight made Adam’s stomach clench with something raw and primal—something that felt less like jealousy and more like *possessive hunger*.
Alexandra’s breath came in ragged little gasps, her fingers clawing at Nathan’s back as her hips rolled in shallow, needy circles, her body still riding the waves of her climax.
The last aftershocks of her orgasm were fading, but the wet, obscene sounds of Nathan’s cock pistoning in and out of her cunt filled the room—*squelch, slap, squelch*—her arousal thick and slippery, coating his thick length in glistening heat.
Her thighs trembled, her walls fluttering around him in greedy little pulses, even as she tried to catch her breath. But Nathan wasn’t done with her. Not even close.
With a rough growl, he gripped her by the hips and *flipped* her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until her ass was in the air, her cheek pressed against the couch cushion.
The sudden change in position made her gasp, her fingers clawing at the fabric as she realized what was coming.
Nathan didn’t give her time to process.
He grabbed her by the hips and *slammed* her down onto all fours, her ass in the air, her cheek pressed against the couch cushion. The sudden shift made her gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric as she felt his thick cock notch against her dripping entrance once more.
He drove his cock deep in her pussy with one brutal thrust, slamming all nine inches of his cock to the hilt inside her with a wet, obscene *squelch* that made her cry out. Every nerve ending in her cunt *burned* with the stretch, her walls struggling to accommodate his girth even as they fluttered greedily around him, her body already craving more of his thick length. The head of his cock *throbbed* against her cervix, the thick ridge dragging against that sensitive spot that made her vision whiten at the edges, her thighs trembling as she gasped for air.
His grip tightened like a vise on her hips, fingers biting into yielding flesh as he yanked her backward until her ass was high in the air, her cheek pressed into the couch cushion. Her pussy clenched instinctively at the sudden absence—then groaned as his thick cock *buried deeper*, stretching her open from the back with one brutal, claiming thrust that made her entire body shudder.
Her cunt *choked him*—tightening around his shaft like a fist as he bottomed out with a wet, obscene *thwack* that echoed through the room, his balls pressing flush against her clit. Alexandra’s scream was half pain, half ecstasy, her fingers clawing at the couch fabric as her walls fluttered in desperate, greedy pulses around his girth, her arousal gushing in thick rivers that dripped down her thighs.
Alexandra’s scream turned into a broken *whimper*—a sound so needy it made Nathan’s cock *twitch* deep inside her, the heavy pulse of his length sending a jolt of dark pleasure through his veins.
Her pussy *clenched*—not a gentle flutter this time, but a deep, possessive *squeeze*, milking him like she was trying to pull his orgasm out of him. Nathan’s breath hitched in her ear, his chest pressing against her back as he growled like an animal, the sound vibrating through her spine. “Fuck—*Christ*—” His voice was rough, strained, his hips snapping forward before he could even catch his breath, driving his thick cock so deep the head *pounded* against her cervix.
The stretch was *insane*—her walls burning as they struggled to take every inch of him, her body trembling beneath his weight, her fingers clawing at the couch cushion as she gasped for air.
Then, just as suddenly as the burn began, pleasure detonated through her in a white-hot rush, her cunt clamping down around Nathan's thick cock with a possessive, greedy *grip* that made his hips jerk and his breath stutter.
*Christ*—he could *feel* it. Every pulse of her climax milked him so damn tight it made his vision blur at the edges, her pussy fluttering around him like a vice as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. The wet, obscene sound of her body taking him filled the room—*squelch, slap, squelch*—her cunt gushing with arousal, her thighs trembling as she gasped his name like a prayer.
Nathan’s hips stuttered, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, his balls drawing up tight and heavy as he fought to hold back his own release.
But Alexandra’s cunt *milked* him too perfectly—her walls fluttering around him in greedy, hungry pulses, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room in a filthy, obscene rhythm that pushed him right to the edge. His vision whited out at the edges, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as the pressure built inside him, his cock swelling even thicker as he pistoned his hips between her thighs with one last, brutal thrust.
Then—*fuck*—Nathan’s cock *jerked*—
—and Alexandra’s pussy *choked* him *harder*.
The sudden, iron-tight clamp of her cunt around his cock sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure-pain lancing through Nathan’s spine, his balls drawing up so tight against his body they ached. He groaned, a guttural, animal sound torn from deep in his chest, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold back the inevitable—because she was *milking* him, her walls fluttering around his cock in greedy, spasming waves that dragged a thick bead of precome from the tip, slicking his shaft before dripping onto the couch cushion beneath her.
Goddamn, she was *greedy*, her pussy clenching around him like a fist, pulling at him with each desperate little pulse until his vision blurred and his thighs trembled. He could feel her *trying to take him deeper*, her hips rolling back against him as if she could somehow swallow every last inch of his cock—fuck, she was *insatiable*.
Alexandra’s breath came in ragged, broken gasps, her fingers clawing at the couch cushion as she arched her back like a cat in heat, her walls fluttering around Nathan’s cock in relentless, milking pulses that made his hips jerk forward on instinct, driving him deeper inside her with a wet, obscene *squelch*. The stretch burned—*God, it burned*—but the ache between her legs was worse, a desperate, clawing need for more, for *everything* he had to give her.
Alexandra’s nails had torn through the fabric of his shirt, her back arched in a perfect bow as she gasped, her voice raw with need—
**"Fuck me harder, *baby*, I need it—"**
The words were a litany, a prayer, a *demand*, and Nathan lost every shred of control he’d clung to.
His grip on her hips tightened painfully, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he yanked her back onto his cock in one brutal, snapping motion. Her cunt *choked* him at the suddenness, a wet, obscene *squelch* filling the room as she took every thick inch of him to the hilt, her walls fluttering in desperate, hungry pulses that milked his cock so deep it made his balls draw up tight against his body.
Nathan’s cock *roared* inside her—
—a deep, guttural groan torn from his throat as his hips pistoned forward with a brutality that sent shockwaves through her body. The couch groaned beneath them, the rhythmic creak of wood mixing with the wet, obscene *smack* of skin on skin, the scent of sex thick enough to choke on. Alexandra’s thighs trembled, her nails clawing at the cushion, her back arching in a desperate arc as Nathan’s thick cock *hammered* into her from behind, each thrust so deep the head *pounded* against her cervix.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” she gasped, her voice broken, her breath coming in sharp, uneven little sobs as her climax coiled tighter inside her, her walls fluttering around his girth in frantic, greedy pulses.
And then—
Nathan’s cock *exploded*.
The thick, molten jet of his release tore through Alexandra first, his cock swelling impossibly larger as it pulsed deep inside her cunt, his cum flooding her in thick, scalding ropes that painted her walls white. She screamed—a raw, keening sound that tore from her throat—her back arching off the couch cushion, her thighs trembling violently as the first hot flood of his orgasm filled her, his cum gushing in thick, overwhelming pulses that were so *hot*, so *copious*, it made her vision whiten at the edges.
His cock *twitched*—once, twice, three times—each pulse sending another thick jet of his release deep inside her, his cum splashing against her cervix in hot, sticky waves that made her cunt clench around him in desperate, helpless aftershocks.