"Bro, you gonna watch fuck your wife or what?" I said to Sofia’s husband, as he was still standing there, frozen in place, looking at us without saying anything.
He looked ready to punch at any instant, his fists tightly knuckled, his jaw clenched hard as he kept grinding his teeth in anger.
But he was just a weak man, his mannerisms and comnts had already shown everything clearly.
He could maybe land a punch on without noticing, but that would be just it, he couldn’t do anything to actually stop the nightmare I was showing him right in front of his own eyes.
"Co here, babe, I’m hard right now," I said, grabbing my dick over my pants, feeling how rock hard it was from looking at Sofia’s sinful body, my voice steady and confident, as if nothing around could interrupt the mont.
I made Sofia sit up properly, adjusting her position with control, and then removed her vest in one quick motion, making her upper body fully naked and exposed without any hesitation, the movent smooth and deliberate, adding to the already tense and charged atmosphere in the room.
"Look at them, my kid won’t starve," I said as I felt her humongous lons, watching milk leak out of them slowly.
Sofia arched her back, getting more aroused, and pushed herself into my mouth, clearly wanting more, her body responding instinctively as if it had completely given in to the mont.
"Bite them... ahhh," Sofia moaned, her voice growing louder and more desperate, echoing slightly in the room as the intensity kept building.
I grabbed one of her tits firmly and bit her roughly, not holding back at all.
"Oh God..." Sofia cried out loudly, her reaction imdiate and intense, her voice breaking slightly as the sensation hit her all at once.
"See, she loves it rough," I said, looking at her husband, who was still standing there like a complete moron, completely frozen and unable to react, watching claim his wife again without being able to stop it, his silence making everything feel even heavier and more one-sided.
"Sofia, please..." her husband started crying out of nowhere, his voice breaking suddenly, showing how low he had fallen emotionally. He moved forward quickly and grabbed Sofia’s arm, trying to get her off of , desperately begging his wife to stop doing this, his grip shaky and unsteady.
"Leave ," Sofia said, shaking her arm away from his grasp with irritation, clearly not wanting him anywhere near her at that mont.
"Please... tell what I did wrong? Please, just co back to ," he cried even more, his voice filled with desperation and confusion, his emotions spilling out uncontrollably as he struggled to hold himself together.
"Ugh, Alex, he’s clingy," Sofia said, her tone annoyed and dismissive, as if she was already tired of his behavior and didn’t want to deal with it anymore.
"Hey, get away from her," I said, making Sofia gently get up from my lap and standing up again, stepping forward and grabbing his collar roughly, pulling him closer with force.
"You don’t touch her, you understand?" I said, keeping one hand on his collar while raising my finger in front of him, warning him clearly, my voice firm and threatening as I stared directly into his eyes.
"Hey... please, just give my wife back, please. I know you can get any girlfriend your age, please..." he cried, his voice trembling as he tried to make feel bad for taking his wife, his words desperate and broken as he searched for anything that might make stop.
He wasn’t ready to understand that his wife was too far gone, and there was absolutely no way in hell I was leaving Sofia just because he cried and begged in front of , breaking down like that right before my eyes.
I looked at Sofia—she was sitting on the couch, her vest completely removed, her boobs swaying slightly with her movents, and her shorts pulled down under her pussy, bunched tightly around her thighs, her posture relaxed but completely given in to the mont.
"Do whatever you want, but don’t interrupt us," I said to Sofia’s husband, my tone calm but firm, as I didn’t even want to punch him anymore, seeing his sorry state and how helpless he had beco.
I moved back toward Sofia, taking a few slow and deliberate steps, quickly removed my T-shirt and pants, and threw them away carelessly to the side, not even looking where they landed.
I pulled Sofia’s shorts all the way down and threw them aside without hesitation.
"Let him watch, baby," I said as I turned Sofia around on the couch, guiding her into position, making her get on all fours, with her legs folded so her ass hung just at the edge, her body following my movents without resistance.
The way Sofia’s sinful ass looked, her pussy lips glistening, it was making crazy, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her for even a second. Sofia was moaning non-stop just from imagining taking her like this in front of her husband, her voice filling the room as the tension kept building.
I moved closer, slowly stepping in and lining up my cock, and started rubbing it on her pussy lips, making my cock slick with her juices as I adjusted myself carefully.
"Ahhh, it’s so big, Alex," Sofia moaned as she realized she had missed my massive cock, her voice shaking slightly with anticipation.
"If you weren’t pregnant by now, I was gonna make you," I said, pushing my cock slowly, feeling her walls grip tightly. "Fuck," I groaned, my voice low and strained.
Sofia’s husband watched everything that was happening, but he was completely unable to do anything at all, just standing there helplessly.
After that last day, he didn’t learn his lesson, maybe this ti he would finally understand that I don’t share my won with anyone, not even their husbands.
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