Again

“Look at this angle, Jack,” Leia whispered, her breath hot against the camera lens. “This is where she really opens up for me. Your poor little cock, Jack, it barely registered a tremor in her. But mine? Mine owns every inch of her. I bet she can feel my balls slapping against her ass cheeks. Can you feel my balls, darling?” Leia murmured, not to the camera, but to Sara, who moaned in response, oblivious, thinking she was receiving a loving whisper from her husband. Leia’s thrusts became faster, harder, a relentless rhythm that pounded Sara deeper and deeper into the mattress. Sara’s moans turned into **** cries, her blindfolded head thrown back, hair a golden cascade over her shoulders. “Oh, Jack! Deeper! More! Yes! Don’t stop! You’re driving me wild!” She clawed at the sheets, her hips bucking back, meeting every one of Leia’s powerful thrusts with an equal measure of **** hunger. Leia’s enormous cock seemed to disappear entirely with each thrust, only to momentarily reappear, glistening, before plunging back in.

“She’s practically begging for more, Jack,” Leia said, her voice strained with effort and pleasure. “Your wife. My whore. And you’re watching every second of it. Tell me, Jack, does your pathetic little toy ever make her scream like this? Does it ever make her ache for more, even after she’s come so many times she’s lost count?” Leia thrust in again, her hips slamming against Sara’s firm ass, the sound a wet thud. Sara screamed, a banshee wail of pure, unadulterated climax, her body seizing up, arching impossibly high, a beautiful, broken thing. Leia held her there, impaling her through the orgasm, grinding her hips, milking every last drop of pleasure from Sara’s convulsing body.

Finally, Leia pulled out with a loud schlorp, the sound of suction making Jack flinch. Sara whimpered, a sound of protest at the loss, her hand reaching back, searching. Leia, ignoring her, deftly flipped Sara onto her back, then straddled her. Cowgirl. Sara’s long, toned legs draped over Leia’s shoulders, her feet dangling, while Leia sat perched on Sara’s hips, her enormous cock, slick and engorged, hovering over Sara’s glistening entrance.

“Now this, Jack, this is my favorite position,” Leia purred, her eyes once again finding the camera. “Because here, I get to watch her face. I get to see every exquisite expression, every ripple of pleasure as I take her, as I own her.” With a slow, deliberate movement, Leia began to lower herself, her giant cock sinking, inch by inch, into Sara’s waiting pussy. Sara gasped, a long, drawn-out shudder of pleasure. The sheer volume of Leia’s cock stretched Sara to her limits, making her moan and whine with a mixture of pain and unimaginable bliss. Leia began to ride, slowly at first, a sensual, grinding motion that brought gasps from Sara. Then faster, her muscles coiling and uncoiling, her breasts bouncing as she pounded Sara relentlessly.

“She’s so tight, Jack,” Leia breathed, her eyes on Sara’s face, watching every nuance of pleasure. “Even after hours of this, she’s still so tight around me. I wonder if your four inches ever felt even a fraction of this grip. I doubt it. You probably just slid in and out without her even noticing, did you, Jack? While she’s screaming my name, or rather, yours, but it’s for me, every single time.” Leia’s hips slammed down, hard, embedding her cock to the absolute hilt. Sara’s eyes, though blindfolded, squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body an unbroken arch of pleasure. Her fingernails dug into Leia’s thighs, leaving angry red crescents. Another orgasm ripped through her, fiercer than the last, a convulsive, full-body shudder that shook her from head to toe. Leia rode it out, grunting with satisfaction, her own body beginning to tremble with the effort.

Leia didn’t stop, even as Sara’s screams faded into whimpers of pure exhaustion and bliss. She continued to pound, relentless, for what seemed like an eternity, forcing more and more pleasure into Sara. Finally, with a decisive grunt, Leia shifted, pulling Sara’s legs back down, settling her back into missionary, face to face. She wrapped her arms around Sara, pulling her close, resting her chin on Sara’s forehead. Her hips began to pump, slow and deep, her immense cock grinding against Sara’s cervix, pushing the boundaries of pleasure.

“Time to make some babies, Jack,” Leia whispered, not to Sara, but into the camera, her voice deep and thick with impending climax. Her thrusts became impossibly deep, each one a full, guttural plunge that burrowed into Sara. Sara’s body tensed, her eyes wide, blindfolded, a silent scream building in her throat. Leia’s face contorted, her muscles straining, as a primal groan escaped her lips. “Oh, Sara… you’re mine… all mine!” And then, with a final, monumental thrust, Leia began to cum.

It was a torrent, a deluge. Shot after shot of thick, white sperm erupted from Leia’s immense cock, impossibly deep within Sara. Each pulse was visible, a ripple of movement in Sara’s distended belly, a tremor that ran through her entire frame. Leia groaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure release, as she pumped every drop of her fertile seed into Sara’s waiting womb. Sara screamed, a piercing, primal sound as the hot, voluminous cum filled her, stretching her from the inside, her body twitching, spasming, as she was once again plunged into a mind-blowing, all-consuming orgasm, the cum-filled climax pushing her over the edge. Her legs trembled, her hips bucked, her hands tore at Leia’s back.

Leia continued to thrust, even as her orgasm subsided, emptying every last drop of her mighty load into Sara. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Leia pulled out, slowly, deliberately. The sound was a wet, prolonged squelch, like a suction cup releasing. Sara’s vagina, gaping and red, was revealed to the camera, a testament to the immense stretching it had endured. A thick, creamy river of Leia’s sperm flowed out, coating Sara’s inner thighs, dripping onto the pristine white sheets, a stark, undeniable testament to the depth and volume of the creampie. The pure, fertile cum pooled between Sara’s legs, a viscous monument to Leia’s conquest.

Leia’s gaze, dark and intense, returned to the camera. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, a strand of hair fallen tantalizingly across her brow. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. “Buckle up, Jack,” she whispered, her voice husky with post-orgasmic satisfaction. “The night is just starting.”

The video timer glitched, showing 01:23:00 before freezing, the image of Leia’s triumphant, face burned into Jack’s horrified, yet utterly transfixed, mind. He stared at the suspended image, the lingering echo of Sara’s screams and Leia’s taunts ringing in his ears. The Gooderman deal, his career, his life – it all felt like a fragile, crumbling edifice, while Leia, his powerful, monstrous boss, was merely beginning to build her empire, brick by brick, inside his home, inside his wife.