Mike stayed buried deep, letting her feel every throbbing inch, every vein pulsing inside her stretched walls. He leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Feel that? That's what a real cock feels like, Marie. Now take it like the good little slut you are."
She gasped sharply as Mike pulled back slowly, dragging his thick shaft out until only the swollen head remained lodged inside her, stretching her entrance wide, keeping her pinned open and aching. Her pussy clenched desperately around the tip, trying to suck him back in, a fresh trickle of wetness leaking out around him and dripping down to the sheets.
Then, without warning, he slammed forward, burying every inch to the hilt in one brutal, deep thrust.
"Ahh~!" The cry tore from her throat, high and broken, her whole body jolting under him. Her tender walls stretched around his length again, fluttering wildly as they struggled to take him fully. Her massive breasts bounced hard from the impact, nipples dragging across his chest. Her back arched off the mattress, hips lifting instinctively to meet the invasion even as tears welled in the corners of her glassy eyes.
I felt my stomach twist tight, a sick knot of guilt and heat watching mother of my girlfriend pinned helplessly beneath Mike's tanned, muscled body. His broad shoulders blocked most of the view, but the camera caught it all. The way her thick thighs trembled around his waist, the obscene wet sounds of her soaked pussy swallowing him over and over, the faint red flush spreading down her neck and chest.
"Mph… ah… ah… ooh…" Her moans came in ragged bursts, syncing with every slow, punishing stroke. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting deep into his skin, leaving angry crescent marks as she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. Each time he pulled out, her inner walls clung greedily to his shaft, slick and hot, trying to keep him inside. Each time he slammed back in, her body jerked, pussy clenching hard around him, milking his length with helpless spasms.
Mike groaned low in his throat, hips rolling in a steady rhythm now—deep, deliberate thrusts that made her gasp every time he bottomed out, the base of his cock grinding against her swollen clit. Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, pulling him deeper without meaning to. Sweat beaded on her flushed skin, trickling down between her heaving breasts, making them glisten under the golden lights.
Mike kept thrusting into her swollen pussy, slow and relentless, each deep plunge making her inner walls flutter and grip him like she never wanted to let go. The wet, rhythmic squelch filled the speakers every time he bottomed out, his balls slapping softly against her ass with the steady rhythm.
"Ah… s-slow down… eh…" Aunt Marie gasped, voice cracking and breathy, her hands pushing weakly at his chest. Her nails scraped lightly over his skin, but there was no real force behind it—just trembling fingers clutching for something to hold onto.
Mike didn't even pause. His hips rolled forward again, grinding deep, stirring her insides until her thighs quivered around his waist. He leaned down closer, one big hand sliding up to cup the heavy underside of her jiggling breast.
Her tit overflowed his palm, soft and warm, bouncing with every thrust. He squeezed gently at first, then firmer. His thumb found her pink, erect nipple, already stiff and sensitive from earlier and traced slow, teasing circles around the swollen bud.
"Why… don't you like it?" he said, voice thick with amusement and lust. He pinched the nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it just enough to make her back arch off the bed.
"I… please… ah… it's too… much…" Her words came out in broken whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. But even as she begged, her hips lifted in small, helpless bucks that met his downward thrusts halfway. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock each time he pulled back, slick and hot, trying to keep him buried deep. The contradiction was obvious with her mouth said stop, her body screamed more.
"Looks like you are enjoying this too. Tell me Rose was just an excuse right?, in reality you just wanted to be fucked senselessly." Mike chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He switched to the other breast, palming the heavy globe, kneading it roughly until it jiggled in his grip. Her nipple dragged across his rough palm, sending fresh sparks through her.
She shook her head weakly, white hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks.
"N-no… I'm not… ahn!" Another thrust cut her off, his cockhead grinding against that sensitive spot inside her that made her whole body jerk. Her legs tightened around his hips instinctively, pulling him deeper even as fresh tears slipped free.
He leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear. "Is it better than your husband?"
The question hung in the air, cruel and pointed. Aunt Marie's breath hitched, eyes flying open wide for a second. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to swallow the moan building in her throat.
Mike didn't let her hide. He slowed his thrusts deliberately—long, dragging pulls that let her feel every thick inch sliding out, then slamming back in with a wet smack.
"Answer me, slut. Is my cock better than your husband? Does he ever make you this wet? Or does he just roll over after two minutes while you fake it?" Her hands clutched at his shoulders again, nails digging in deeper, leaving red marks.
"D-don't… say that… he… he's a good perso..." The words dissolved into a shaky moan as Mike ground his hips in a slow circle, stirring her depths, the base of his cock pressing hard against her swollen clit.
"Tell me I fuck you better. Tell me your husband could never stretch this married cunt like I do." he growled, pinching her nipple sharply, twisting just enough to make her cry out.
"Y-you're… ah… you're better… oh god… it's too deep… Mike…" Aunt Marie's eyes squeezed shut again, fresh tears spilling over. Her hips rolled up despite herself, chasing the fullness, pussy clenching greedily around his shaft.
Mike grinned against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. "Louder. Say his name. Tell me whose a superior cock."
She shook her head once, weakly, but her voice cracked out anyway, small, broken, humiliated. "M-my husband's… cock… is nothing… compared to yours… Mike… please… don't stop…"
To be continued…
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