Serena froze when she heard him, her eyes going wide as his words hit her like a slap. "What's wrong with your marriage?"
The question hung in the air, low and rough, right as his cock pushed deeper into her pussy, stretching her walls slow and steady.
She thought she must have misheard—maybe the blood rushing in her ears from the heat of the moment had twisted it, or the way her body was already on fire from the blowjob and his tongue had messed with her head.
But Devon's smirk, that dark, knowing curl of his lips as he looked down at her, made it clear she hadn't. He meant it.
He was asking that while his dick was sliding into her, inch by thick inch, filling her up like he owned her body and soul, the head nudging against her cervix with a pressure that made her gasp and her toes curl.
She stuttered, her voice breaking as his cock went even deeper, the head bumping against that spot inside that made her back arch off the bed just a little. "W-what… you… oh god…"
