Continue to please Richard

The dynamic shifted. Harry, ever the opportunist, decided to raise the stakes. Her tongue traced the shell of the ex-wife's ear before she spoke, her voice a silken poison meant for Richard's ears as much as her rival's.

"She's trying so hard," Harry cooed, her hands sliding down to grip the ex-wife's hips, holding her in place. "But her old tongue is tired. Her throat has forgotten how to beg for you. Let me remind her how a true whore shows devotion."

With a firm but gentle push, Harry nudged the ex-wife aside. The older woman, caught in a web of conflicting emotions, was too weak to resist. She stumbled slightly, falling back on her heels, her lips swollen and glistening.

Harry immediately took her place, her movements a fluid, confident takeover. But this wasn't a repeat performance. She glanced back at the fallen ex, a wicked glint in her emerald eyes. Her ex hubby cock washing across Harry face.

"Watch," Harry commanded, her voice soft but steely. "Watch how I make him forget your name ever existed."

She turned back to Richard, but her performance was now a dual act. Every lick, every deep, languorous swallow was punctuated by a sultry glance over her shoulder at the ex-wife. She was demonstrating, teaching a masterclass in seduction and submission.

"See how I use my whole body?" Harry murmured, arching her back, pressing her breasts against Richard's thighs. "It's not just a hole. It's an altar. And he is the god we both failed to worship properly."

The ex-wife stared, transfixed. She saw the raw, unadulterated adoration in Harry's movements, the way she made Richard feel like the only man in the world. It was a painful, brutal reminder of everything she had lost, not just the money, not just the status, but the primal connection she once had with this man. She watch Harry deep throating the man she used to love.

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