Saki's eyes stayed locked on her husband as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock—still thick, still hard, still glistening with the thick mixture of her juices and the massive load I had just pumped into her womb.
She gave the cock a slow, deliberate tap with her fingers, then another, making it bob heavily in the open air.
"Look…" she said, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "He's even harder… even after cumming two times. This cock just filled my womb, and it's already ready to go again."
She stroked it once, slow and possessive, letting Yamamoto clearly see the full size and the wet shine of his wife's cum still coating it.
"I am divorcing you, bastard."
Yamamoto's face twisted with pure, murderous rage. His whole body coiled as he lunged forward, arm swinging up to slap her hard across the face.
I moved first.
