I like that

I ran my fingers through her hair

"Now suck it"

She raised an eyebrow, hesitating, and with trembling hands took a tentative first lick. Even though she had started submitting, she was still unsure on how to tackle such monstrosity in front of her. She took my dick's head into her mouth and sucked it slowly. The more she sucked the less hesitant and the more confident she became as if she was trying to figure out why this wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

And then, she paused, eyeing my cock with a strange look. Her eyes widened slightly, a hint of something dawning on her.

“Is this... actually good?” she asked, her tone shifting from confused to almost amused.

“Keep going,” I said, trying to suppress a smirk, knowing she was already hooked.

She took it in her mouth once again, this time, eagerly. Something had changed, she wasn’t just Sucking it because she had to anymore. Her sucking became quicker, noisier as if it had suddenly revealed some hidden culinary brilliance.

“This is... kinda nice,” she admitted, her voice softer now, almost surprised "it's so big"

Her posture relaxed and now, she was sucking it with enthusiasm, almost savoring it, her face carrying a strange mix of satisfaction and mild bewilderment.

“I don’t know why... but I’m actually enjoying this,” she said, shaking her head

The moment was surreal. There she sat, devouring my cock with an unexpected relish, her once hesitant movements, now eager, almost... joyful. Every sucking noise that filled the room was like a symphony to my ears, each head bob a bizarre triumph that I never thought would happen.

I felt a rush of something—was it pride? Joy? Victory? All of the above, maybe. A ridiculous, overwhelming wave of satisfaction washed over me.

My grin stretched wide across my face, a mix of glee and disbelief. I could barely contain myself as I watched her savoring it, like she was enjoying the finest delicacy. I stood there, feeling like some twisted mastermind, as if this had been my life's mission all along.

She looked up at me, probably confused by the gleam of victory in my eyes. “What?” she asked, her voice light, almost playful now.

I shook my head, smiling ear to ear, trying to act casual, but inside I was practically bursting. “Deeper” I said, barely able to suppress my laugh.

She blinked, momentarily confused but still sucking. “What?”

“Deeper,” I repeated, my tone sharper this time, as I pushed my dick farther inside her mouth. “Come on, let’s not drag this out. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

Her lips stretched around as the noises became louder, more forceful, and for some reason, hearing it satisfied me in a way I couldn’t explain.

“Come on” I urged, leaning in, my grin growing. “You can do better.”

Her eyes widened, a mix of uncertainty and a growing unease. But she tried again, this time nearly half disappearing in a single mouthful, her jaw working harder as I watched with intense satisfaction.

“Come on, keep going.” I urged, my voice almost gleeful now.

She glanced at me, Trying to meet my demands, her mouth full, her cheeks bulging with each passing seconds

her gaze started flickering with uncertainty, Her mouth was stretched the max, her jaw straining, her cheeks puffing out as she tried to keep up. Her breathing had become more labored, but still, she kept going, taking in more and more. But then, Her eyes widened as if she was trying to swallow. A small, guttural noise escaped her, a **** gasp. Her face turned red, as she struggled to breathe. She tried to cough, but it came out as a weak, wheezing sound, her chest heaving as she fought to get air.

But she still leaned forward, still breathing heavily, her face flushed, and her eyes fixed on the prize. There was something wild in her gaze, a strange, frenzied obsession. Without hesitation, she kept going till the end, her fingers trembling not from fear, but from a twisted need.

Her body jerked backward, as she desperately dislodged the big piece of meat that was trying to take her life. Her eyes wild and wide, as she gasped for breath, like a twisted punishment for my absurd demands.

She blinked, wiping her mouth, her breath still ragged. Her gaze slowly shifting from the floor to my absurdly big dick. There was something strange in her eyes—an unsettling mix of hunger and obsession. And before I could say a word, she reached for it again.

Her hands, still trembling, She picked it up as if it were some forbidden fruit she could no longer resist. She brought it back to her mouth with a wild, unexplainable determination.

“Wait, you just—” I started, but she cut me off by sucking with **** enthusiasm.

Her lips wrapped around it with newfound greed, like she had been deprived of it for years. The way she was sucking this time had more vigor than before, her eyes half-closed now, as though lost in some euphoric trance, the earlier fear of **** completely forgotten. His cock was everything to her now—she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop.

It was like the world outside of my cock had ceased to exist. Her breathing quickened, not from the struggle of nearly **** moments ago, but from something far more unsettling—a twisted feeling that began to take over her entire being.

A thick line of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin, but she didn’t care. Her eyes fixed in a trance-like state as she gazed lovingly. There was nothing but pure, unadulterated hunger in her gaze.

“More...” she whispered under her breath, almost as if she was speaking to it, not me.

Her mouth stretched to its limit once again, juice dripping down her lips, down her chin as she sucked with wild, almost animalistic enthusiasm. Her breathing turned shallow, every exhale tinged with what felt like a twisted form of pleasure.

Her hands, trembling before, now gripped my cock like it was something precious, something she couldn’t bear to be without. She sucked faster, the noises more guttural, like she couldn’t get enough. And then, she held it up in front of her, staring at it with a bizarre, adoring intensity.

“I love it” she gasped, her voice barely more than a breathy moan.

She looked at it the way someone might look at a long-lost lover—pure, **** affection. Her lips trembled as she sucked again, her eyes half-lidded, and drool kept spilling freely down her chin now, unchecked. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did but the sensation of my dick in her mouth, the taste and smell flooding her senses.

I grabbed her by her hair, pulling her head back.

"Hey, that's enough!" I said, my voice forceful and commanding.

Her face twisted in a mixture of desperation and frustration. Her once euphoric expression turned pleading, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of fear and longing.

“Please, don’t,” she begged, her voice trembling,her pleas were **** now, her hands shaking as she held the cucumber like it was a lifeline. Her face, flushed with the intensity of her craving, as she slowly started to jerk me “Just let me suck it.”

Her voice was strained, the desperation clear. The sight of her, drool still dribbling down her chin, only intensified the absurdity of the situation.

I grabbed her by the hair, without a word raised my cock and,and with a sudden, forceful motion, slammed it against her face. The impact was sharp and startling, the crisp sound of hitting her wet skin ringing through the room.

Then i looked over to her husband while she pressed her voluptuous tits against my legs trying to reclaim my monster in her mouth.