Sofia's voice was barely a whisper. "Roy… if this is what you want—"
"Want?" Samantha laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "You think this is about what he wants?"
She stepped closer, crowding Sofia. "You slept with him. In my bed. While your own husband was just nearby."
Sofia's breath hitched. "I—I thought you were with him—"
"Don't give me that crap," Samantha snapped, grabbing Sofia's chin roughly, forcing her to look up.
"You could've stopped it. You could've confronted us. But instead, you chose to do this."
Sofia's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't pull away. One tear slid down and landed on Samantha's thumb.
Renard took a step forward, tense. "Samantha—"
"Stay. Right. There." Samantha's voice was cold and sharp like a knife. "You don't get to act like a hero now."
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The car ride back to Roy and Sofia's house was heavy with silence.
Roy drove, his knuckles white from how tightly he gripped the steering wheel.
Samantha sat in the passenger seat, casually playing with the hem of her skirt, like she was daring Sofia to say something.
In the backseat, Sofia stared down at her hands, her stomach twisted into knots.
Guilt. Shame.
The memory of Renard's hands on her body, his mouth on her skin—it all came rushing back, making her sick.
No.She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to block out the memory, trying not to cry again.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the house.
No one moved for a long moment. The engine ticked as it cooled, filling the silence.
Finally, Samantha opened her door and got out, heels clicking sharply against the driveway.
Roy followed, his face stiff and unreadable.
Sofia stayed frozen in her seat, staring at her trembling hands. She didn't want to go inside. She didn't want to face what came next.
But she had no choice.
Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. I
Inside, the house felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Like it knew what had happened.
.
.
.
Roy sat on the edge of the bed, his muscles tight, his jaw locked. Anger and need twisted inside him, a storm he couldn't control. His cock was already hard, straining against his pants, just from the way Samantha was looking at him—like she wanted to devour him.
Samantha didn't wait. She stepped between his spread legs, her fingers tracing his stubbled jaw before her thumb brushed his bottom lip. A slow, teasing stroke.
"You're still pissed," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "I can feel it."
Roy's hands clenched at his sides, but he didn't push her away or he couldn't.
With a smirk, Samantha swung one leg over his lap, straddling him, her casual blue dress hiding her both of underbodies. Her hands fisted in his hair, yanking his head back before she crashes her lips against his.
Roy groaned, his control shattering. His big hands grabbed her ass, squeezing hard as their tongues crashed together. The kiss was wet, messy—all teeth and sucking lips and slick, sliding tongues.
Slurp~
Drool dripped down Roy's chin as Samantha fucked his mouth with her tongue, moaning into him like she couldn't get enough. Roy enjoy her big and soft ass as his hands slide through her thighs to her ass, his finger digging into the soft flesh enjoying the softness and smooth skin.
Sofia watched, her breath coming fast.
She should stop this. She should scream, slap them, something.
But her body betrayed her.
Slurp~
Her nipples hardened under her shirt. Her pussy clenched, aching and wet. She could hear them—the filthy sounds of their mouths moving together, the wet smack of lips, the hungry little moans slipping from Samantha's throat.
"Mmmph~ " Roy growled, his hands massaging Samantha's ass as she ground her pussy down on his cock.
Samantha pulled back just enough to whisper, her lips swollen, her breath hot on his skin.
"Your wife's watching… Does that make you harder?"
Roy's eyes flicked to Sofia—still standing there, her face flushed, her fingers trembling.
Samantha smirked. Then she rolled her hips, rubbing her soaked pussy against his throbbing dick through his pants.
"She likes it," Samantha breathed, licking Roy's neck. 'she is pervert, getting excited see his husband making out with another woman'.
"Look at her. She's dripping."
Sofia's thighs pressed together, her panties sticking to her wet folds. 'I hated this.'
Hated how much she wanted it.
Roy's one hand reach between Samantha legs, rough finger dragged over her panties, feeling how soaked she was.
"Looks like you are mess to," he growled. "You're both so fucking needy."
Samantha bit his earlobe, her voice a sinful whisper. "Then do something about it."
Roy didn't hesitate.
Samantha gasped as he flipped her onto the bed in one rough motion, her blue sundress shoved up around her waist, exposing the soaked scrap of lace that was her panties.
The delicate fabric clung to her dripping folds, the outline of her plump lower lips visible through the drenched pantie.
Sofia's breath caught in her throat. She shouldn't be watching. But she couldn't look away.
Samantha's legs fell open slightly, her thighs trembling as Roy's rough palm slid up her inner leg, his thumb brushing against the damp lace. A shudder ran through her, her back arching off the bed.
"W-Wait—" Samantha gasped, her voice trembling.
Roy froze, his eyes burning with barely restrained hunger. His cock strained against his pants, the thick outline pressing insistently against the fabric.
Samantha's blue eyes flickered. With a sudden shift, she pushed Roy onto the bed, reversing their positions in one fluid motion.
Her sundress slipped further down one shoulder, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts barely contained by her bra.
Roy let out a rough chuckle, his hands settling on her waist as she straddled him. "Changed your mind, huh?"
Samantha smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest before slowly unbuttoning his pants.
"Let's see what you're working with…"
Her delicate fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock—and Sofia's breath hitched.
His shaft sprang free, thick and veined, the flushed head already glistening with pre-cum. A prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing with each beat of his heart. His heavy balls tightened beneath, the sight alone enough to make Samantha's mouth water.
"Ohhh…" she purred, licking her lips as she admired him.
Without hesitation, she leaned down, her full lips wrapping around the swollen tip. A low groan tore from Roy's throat as her hot mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling along the sensitive ridge.
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, but even she couldn't swallow him whole—his length was simply too much.
Pulling back with a lewd pop, Samantha smirked up at him, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock.
"You're so much longer and harder than my husband…"
Roy growled, his hands tangling in her hair. 'And your tits are bigger than my wife's.'
Samantha's grin widened as she was able read his thought.
In one fluid motion, she stood, letting her sundress slip from her shoulders entirely. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing a matching set of lace lingerie—though her bra was clearly struggling to contain her.
Her breasts were voluptuous, full and heavy, the soft flesh spilling over the cups. Her nipples were stiff, pebbled beneath the sheer fabric.
With a flick of her fingers, she undid the clasp, and her tits bounced free, the weight of them making Sofia's own chest ache with envy.
Samantha cupped them, squeezing the pillowy flesh together before guiding Roy's cock between them.
His shaft disappeared into the warm valley of her cleavage, her soft mounds swallowing him whole.
"Mmm~ You like that?" she cooed, rolling her hips slightly to make her tits jiggle around him.
Roy's jaw clenched, his cock twitching between her breasts. His cock peeking out from her breast pussy hole. "yes."
Samantha leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the leaking tip of his cock before spitting directly onto his shaft.
The slick saliva dripped down, making the slide between her tits even wetter, even lewder. She bobbed her head, wrapping her lips around his cock head, her tongue licking his glans and tip making him shudder with pleasure.
Squelch~
Squish~
The obscene sound filled the room as she worked him between her breasts, her nipples brushing against his throbbing length with every movement.
Sofia's thighs pressed together, her own panties soaked as she watched. She should be the one making him feel like this—she should be the one milking his cock.
But Samantha was relentless.
Her tits tightened around him, her breath coming in soft, teasing pants. "How's my tits pussy…" she whispered, her voice dripping with sinful promise.
"Please enjoy them to your heart content. I wanted you to spill your cum on them. Like my husband shooted his load on your wife boobs."
Roy's control snapped.
With a guttural groan, his hips jerked, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip.
Hot streaks splashed across Samantha's chest, painting her pale skin in sticky white. She moaned, her fingers kneading her tits to milk every last drop from him.
Sofia's nails dug into her thighs, her own body trembling with need.
She couldn't tear her eyes away.
And Samantha?
She just smirked, licking a stray drop of cum from her finger.
"Mmm… delicious."