Cuck!

I broke the kiss, trailing my mouth down her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there. She gasped, head tilting back, her fingers threading into my red hair. 'Yes, like that,' she moaned, her body trembling.

I nipped at her collarbone, then lower, capturing one hard nipple between my teeth. I licked it slow, circling the peak with my tongue, tasting the salt of her skin. Her nipple pebbled further under my ****, and I sucked hard, drawing a whimper from her throat.

Debra's hands roamed my curves, squeezing my ass as I lavished attention on her other breast, biting just enough to make her buck against me.

'Fuck, Gloria, you're driving me crazy,' she panted, her fiery side emerging in the grind of her hips. I smiled against her skin, loving how she surrendered yet pushed back.

My hand dipped between her thighs, fingers brushing the soaked fabric of her panties. She was dripping, her arousal scenting the air—musky and sweet. I pushed the lace aside, sliding two fingers along her slick folds. Her pussy clenched at the touch, hot and welcoming.

'So wet for me already,' I murmured, pumping slowly, feeling her walls flutter. Justin groaned from his chair, his face red, eyes glued to where my fingers disappeared inside her.

I curled them, hitting that spot that made her cry out, her juices coating my hand as I fucked her deeper. Our eyes met again, that intimate spark flaring—love twisted with lust, our bond unbreakable even under his gaze. 'Tell him how good it feels,' I commanded softly.

'It feels... oh god, incredible,' Debra gasped, her hips rolling to meet my thrusts. 'Your fingers... filling my pussy, making me throb.' She glanced at Justin, teasing him with her words, her submission to me fueling her boldness.

I added a third finger, stretching her, my thumb circling her swollen clit. She bucked wildly, moans escalating, her toned body glistening with sweat. The emotional pull hit me hard—knowing she was mine, craving only my touch, even as this stranger's presence heightened the thrill. Justin shifted, his breathing ragged, clearly aching to join but held back by my rules.

We tumbled onto the couch, Debra beneath me, her legs spreading wide. I ground my own soaked pussy against her thigh, chasing friction as I finger-fucked her relentlessly. Her cries filled the room, raw and passionate, her nails digging into my back. 'Don't stop... please, Gloria, make me cum.'

Justin's arousal was palpable, his hand now openly stroking over his pants, but I ignored him, lost in her—our bodies slick, hearts pounding in sync. As her pussy tightened around my fingers, on the edge of release, I leaned down to claim her mouth again, whispering promises of more.