Cassandra's Husband Falls

Irene breathed heavily, her mind hazy with incoherent thoughts as she just watched.

The trio had moved, positioning themselves to better display their lewd acts to the crumpled woman observing them intently as her fresh dousing of corruption slowly took root, coercing her body into growing arousal, whilst whispering sweet seductive suggestions to her deepest desires.

Irene found her mind wrapped up in the urgency of their acts, the raw animalistic needs for instant pleasure displayed by the haphazard state of undress of the participants.

Irene watched the unruly state of half-undone hair being thrown about with periodic whips of Cassandra's head between everything from hard thrusts of her head as far down the gargantuan green horse cock, and slow treasured nurturing strokes and tongue play. Cassandra's breasts hung free from the top of her dress, swaying with each thrust from her husband against her shapely ass and hips. The dress hung crumpled around her midriff, never designed to reach across the newly accentuated feminine curves of its bearer.

Cassandra gulped aggressively, her lurid sounds silenced by her wanton need to try and swallow all of James's seed as he came once more. His load puffing her unsatiated cheeks before some dripped free as his cock was released from the reddening face of the formerly loyal wife.

“GIVE IT TO ME! EVERYTHING YOU GOT!” Cassandra screamed in ecstasy before diving down on James’s horse cock once more, relishing as she gagged more of it down than before.

Hanging on James’s cock, she stared at Irene relishing the entranced audience watching as Cassandra’s hands explored her more sensitive body. Groping her now DD breasts, feeling how her dress now snagged on her hips.

Fingering her clit.

She could feel it, the darkness slowly draining into her from her husband. He was gone, he was heeding her demand... Following the wishes of the Idol as its corruption ejected from him into his wife, empowered by his broken will, and draining life ****.

As his relinquished soul was ushered away by the Idol his body slowly deflated, Cassandra arching her back on the verge of orgasmic bliss. She could now hear the Idol, its depraved whispers, suggestions, and promises.

“OH.... HELL... YES...” Cassandra gasped, clinging to James’s hips while staring at Irene with new intent.

Standing upright Cassandra fondled her new cleavage, enjoying the feel, size, and volume of them. As her hands travelled down to her taut belly she effortlessly ripped her dress open, shedding it to the floor with deliberate intent of having her humanity join it shortly.

Cassandra’s hands cupped her ass, the feel of the apple bottom exciting her as she contemplated just what she would do next. After all the Idol had given her so many ideas on just what to do to unleash her soul.

Strutting towards the crumpled woman, she admired the desire-filled gaze of the woman slowly stewing in her minor corruptive exposure. Bending over with her hands on her knees Cassandra dangled her breasts before the woman.

“We are about to have so much fun tonight.”