The mattress dipped with his weight, a familiar shift in the universe that sent a jolt straight to my cock.
This. This was everything. The low light caught the sweat already sheening on Mark’s broad back, the muscles in his shoulders coiling as he positioned himself over my wife. Elena’s head was turned toward me, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark, a silent scream of want trapped in her parted lips. Her scent,
her unique mix of perfume and pure arousal, filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
“You watching?” Mark’s voice was a low growl, not even looking at me. His focus was entirely on the prize beneath him. His hands, big and rough, slid under Elena’s ass, lifting her hips, opening her up. The sight of her pink, glistening cunt, exposed and begging, made my mouth water.
“Yeah,” I breathed out, my own hand finding my hard dick, giving it a slow, tight stroke. “I’m watching.”
Elena’s eyes locked with mine.
“He’s so big,” she moaned, the words meant for me, a shared secret.
“He’s going to split me in half.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” Mark grunted, and with no more preamble, he drove his thick cock into her.
Squick. A wet, perfect sound of entry. Elena’s back arched off the bed, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. Her perfect tits bounced with the forse of his first thrust.
I could only stare, my hand working my own dick in time with his movements.
In. Out. The rhythmic
slap-slap-slap of his hips hammering against her ass was the only music we needed. Each impact was a wet, meaty
thwack that echoed in the quiet room. Her slickness made a filthy, sucking noise every time he pulled back—
shlllp—before plunging deep again—
splurch.
“That’s my wife,” I whispered, the words fueling my own filthy excitement. “You like fucking my wife’s tight cunt?”
“I love fucking your wife’s tight cunt,” Mark groaned, his pace quickening, becoming brutal, possessive. “It’s so fucking wet for me.
Gushing.” He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. Elena cried out, her fingers digging into his back, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts. The sounds intensified—
squelch, glrk, splat.
I moved closer, drawn to the heat they were generating. I could feel the vibration of their fucking through the mattress. I put my hand on Elena’s stomach, feeling the incredible tension there, the hard, deep impacts of Mark’s body slamming into hers. Her skin was on fire.
“Tell him,” I urged her, my voice hoarse. “Tell him what you want.”
Elena’s head thrashed on the pillow. “Harder! God, Mark, fuck me harder! I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to feel your fucking cock in my guts!” Her words were raw, unfiltered, and they made my balls draw up tight.
Mark obliged, his rhythm turning animalistic. The bedframe started a steady, frantic knocking against the wall.
Bang. Bang. Bang. He pulled her legs up, hooking them over his arms, sinking into her even deeper. The new angle made Elena scream, a ragged, broken sound of pure euphoria. The wet sounds of their union were obscene now, a constant, sloshing
splurch-splortch-splash with every piston-like drive of his hips.
I bent my head, my face inches from where they were joined. The scent of sex was overpowering, musky and sweet. I watched his dick, slick and shiny with her juices, disappear over and over into her stretched, willing flesh.
Glrk. Squelch. A drop of their mixed arousal dripped onto the sheets with a soft
plip.
“She’s gonna come,” Mark announced, his voice strained, his own release nearing. “I can feel her cunt squeezing my dick. You gonna come all over my cock, Elena? You gonna drench me?”
Her answer was a guttural, ...... moan. Her body went rigid, her cunt clamping down on him with a series of intense, fluttering spasms I could actually
hear—a rapid, internal
pulse-pulse-pulse. Mark fucked her through it, his thrusts becoming ragged, losing their rhythm.
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