Yamamoto's face was twisted with pure, helpless fury. Veins stood out on his neck as he strained against the invisible force holding him in place. His entire body remained locked—arms frozen, legs planted, unable to take even a single step forward.
"Bitch… I'll kill you…!" he roared, voice raw and cracking. "Both of you! The second I can move, I'll fucking kill you!"
Saki only laughed, low and filthy, while she kept my thick cock buried to the hilt in her stretched asshole.
She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, letting her husband clearly see the way her dark rim gripped the cock and the thick white cum that continued to leak out around it with every movement.
"Kill me?" she mocked, voice thick with contempt and leftover lust. "You can't even lift a finger right now. All you can do is stand there and watch your wife's asshole get used. Keep yelling. It only makes this better."
