It wasn't just the two of them in that moment of release. Marcus, watching from the crack in the door, finally was able to cum too!
Albeit, it was only a pitiful, one-second squirt for Marcus, a tiny little splash of sadness compared to Alex who was still cumming and twitching and filling his wife up with buckets of love.
But Marcus didn't care about the size or the duration. He had finished!
He quickly zipped up his pants, hiding his limp little worm away. He turned around and quickly left the place, creeping back down the stairs and into the shop.
He stood behind the counter, breathing hard, wiping the sweat from his brow, and a huge, smug, delusional smile spread across his face.
He had won! His wife had said his name! She loved him! He was the ultimate winner of this battle, and nothing could convince him otherwise!
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