Jennifer’s body collapsed onto the couch like a ragdoll, her legs spread wide, her asshole still gaping from the brutal fucking I’d just given her. Thick ropes of my cum oozed from her swollen hole, dripping onto the couch in slow, lewd globs. Her thighs glistened with sweat and arousal, her skin flushed red from the relentless pounding she’d taken.
She panted like an animal, her chest heaving, her fingers trembling as she reached down to spread her ass cheeks wider, exposing the ruined ss I’d left behind.
"Fuck... look at , Mike," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken, her eyes locked onto mine. "Look what you did to ..." Her asshole twitched, still struggling to close, the flesh angry and swollen from being stretched beyond its limits.
A fresh squirt of her arousal shot from her pussy, mixing with the cum dripping down her thighs. "I can still feel you inside ..." she moaned, her fingers circling her clit absently, her body craving more even as it ached.
I knelt beside her, my cock still half-hard, throbbing at the sight of her used, dripping hole. "You took every inch like a good little slut, didn’t you?" I growled, my thumb pressing against her asshole, making her whimper.
"Look at this fucking ss—my cum leaking out of you like you’re nothing but my personal cum-dump."
Jennifer moaned, her back arching as my thumb sank into her asshole, spreading my cum inside her. "M-Mike— fuck—" she gasped, her voice trembling.
"I—I can’t stop... it hurts so good..." Her fingers dug into the couch, her body trembling as another small squirt escaped her pussy. "Please... you have to go... Emily could—"
"But I want to sleep with you in my arms," I interrupted, my voice rough with need. The thought of leaving her like this, of not holding her close after destroying her ass, made my cock twitch with frustration.
Jennifer’s eyes widened in panic, her body tensing. "No—you can’t—" she hissed, her voice desperate.
"It’s almost morning—if Emily wakes up and sees us—fuck, Mike, please—" She reached for her clothes, her hands shaking as she pulled them on, her asshole pulsing with every movent. "I—I need you to go... now."
I growled, standing up and yanking my clothes on, my cock aching with the need to fuck her again. I leaned over her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at .
"This isn’t over," I whispered, my voice dark with promise. Then I pulled the blanket over her, hiding the evidence of our sin, and pressed a hard, possessive kiss to her forehead before turning away.
The bedroom was quiet, the only sound the soft breathing of Emily as she slept. I slipped in beside her, pulling her body against mine, my arms wrapping around her like a vice.
She murmured in her sleep, her ass pressing back against my cock, and I groaned, my body betraying as I thought of Jennifer’s wrecked asshole just feet away.
I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep when I felt warm lips against my cheek. "Mike..." Emily’s voice was soft, her breath hot against my skin. "Mike, wake up..."
I blinked my eyes open, finding her hovering over , her hair ssy from sleep, her lips parted in anticipation. "Dad said you have to report to Doctor Angela today," she murmured, her fingers tracing my jawline. "So you better get up..."
I grinned, my hands snaking up to grip her hips as I pulled her down on top of . "Or what?" I teased, my voice husky with sleep—and lust.
Emily laughed, but the sound turned into a moan as I crushed my lips against hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She lted against , her body arching as I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her curves, squeezing her ass through her thin sleep shorts.
"Mmm— fuck, Mike—" she gasped, pulling back just enough to bite my lower lip before diving back in, her tongue dueling with mine, her moans muffled against my mouth. Our kiss was sloppy, desperate, our teeth clashing as we devoured each other.
My cock stiffened against her thigh, and she ground down against , her pussy already wet through her panties.
"You’re such a tease," I growled, flipping her onto her back and pinning her wrists above her head. "Getting all hard and then telling I have to leave."
Emily whimpered, her hips bucking against . "Then fuck before you go," she panted, her eyes dark with need. "Make it quick—hard—like you an it."
I groaned, my cock throbbing at her words. Fuck. I wanted to. I wanted to rip her panties off and pound her until she scread. But the mory of Jennifer’s asshole, still dripping with my cum, flashed in my mind. The guilt and thrill of it made my head spin.
"Later," I promised, grinding my cock against her one last ti before pulling away. "Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight tomorrow."
Emily bit her lip, her eyes flashing with disappointnt—and excitent. "You better," she whispered, before pushing toward the bathroom. "Now go—before I change my mind and ride you right here."
The scorching hot water of the shower pounded against my skin, but it did nothing to wash away the filthy images in my head—Jennifer’s asshole, stretched and gaping, leaking my cum—Emily’s lips, swollen from my kisses, her pussy begging to be filled.
I stroked my cock under the water, imagining Jennifer on her knees, licking my cum out of her own asshole, her moans muffled as she obeyed. Fuck. I ca hard, my cum splattering against the tiles, my body shaking with the force of it.
By the ti I stepped out, the sll of breakfast filled the house. Jennifer was in the kitchen, bending over to pull sothing out of the oven, her ass taunting through her tight yoga pants. She glanced at as I entered, her cheeks flushing before she looked away.
"Morning," she said, her voice carefully neutral, but I heard the tremor in it. "Pancakes are ready. Oliver’s already at work."
I sat down, my eyes locked on her as she placed a plate in front of . "You cooked?" I asked, my voice low, loaded with aning.
Jennifer swallowed hard, her fingers brushing against mine as she set down the syrup. "I wanted to," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "You need your strength... for today."
I leaned in, my voice a dark whisper. "Or for tonight?" I grinned as her breath hitched, her eyes darting to the hallway—checking for Emily.
"Eat," she hissed, her voice shaking, before turning away, her ass swaying just enough to drive wild.
I picked up my fork, my mind racing with filthy promises—tonight, I’d fuck them both. Emily’s tight pussy. Jennifer’s wrecked asshole.
And no one would ever know.
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