Like an animal

Adam picks Kyler up off his lap and stands.

She makes a startled sound. He turns her and throws her down on the couch, ass up, chest in the cushions, knees spread. Her cunt is right there, wet from the grind, open from wanting.

He lines the head up and pushes in with a single stroke.

All of it. One shove to the root. Kyler cries out into the cushion, stuffed, stretched around the thickness she had only had in her throat a minute ago. Adam grabs her hips and fucks her. Not a build. An animalistic pace. Deep. The couch shifts under them.

Lana stays close, voice filthy, aimed at Kyler.

“There. That’s my husband’s cock in you. You rubbed your cunt on it and begged me. Now you have it. Take it. He’s not being nice. He’s using your cunt. Listen to that. You’re soaked. You’re getting pounded. That’s what you wanted.”

Kyler cannot answer in words. She cums fast, a sharp clench, a broken yell, pussy fluttering around him. Adam does not slow. He fucks her through it.

“Already,” Lana says. “Look at you. Ass up on our couch, taking him like a toy. Don’t you go quiet. He isn’t done. Cum again. I want your hole swallowing him. I want to see that thick cock disappear. Good girl. Take the pounding. You asked my husband for this. He’s giving it to you.”

The second orgasm hits harder. Kyler shakes, drools on the cushion, pushes back without meaning to. Adam hauls her onto him and keeps going, balls slapping, grip bruising on her hips.

Lana talks over the sound.

“Another orgasm. She’s milking you, baby. Look at that cunt cling. She’s a mess. She came to get ruined and you’re ruining her. Again, Kyler. You don’t get to have one polite orgasm and call it a night. He’s an animal. Stay open. Stay up. Let him use that pussy until you can’t hold the couch.”

Kyler cums a third time, then a fourth, almost on top of each other, voice gone, legs shaking, wetness running down her thighs onto the cushion. Adam fucks like he does not hear the count. Hard. Deep. Relentless. The slap of his hips on her ass fills the room. Lana films everything, the shine on his shaft, Kyler’s face turned sideways and wrecked.

“That’s it,” Lana says. “Four. Maybe you lost count. I didn’t. My husband’s cock is pounding a gym girl who thought she knew what thick meant. She knows now. She’s drooling. She’s creaming on him. She’s going to feel this tomorrow and thank me for the locker-room talk. Harder. Don’t get gentle. She begged for your cock. Give her the cock.”

Adam gives it to her. A long, ugly stretch of fucking. Kyler stops forming pleas. She just takes it, ass up, used, twitching every time he bottoms out.

Lana lifts two fingers.

“Pull out.”

Adam drags free. The sound is wet and sudden. Kyler’s cunt stays open, gaping, a dark stretched hole winking in the air where his cock was, dripping onto the couch. She whimpers at the emptiness.

Lana leans in with the glasses so the camera gets it.

“Look at that. Gaping. You were so full you don’t know how to close. Do you want my husband’s cock back in you?”

Kyler’s voice is shredded. “Yes. Please. Yes. Put it back. I want it back.”

Lana grabs a fist of her hair.

“Bedroom,” she tells Adam. “Now.”

He goes. Lana keeps the hair and pulls. Kyler crawls. Naked, shaking, cunt still gaping, leaking down her thigh.

“Crawl,” Lana says. “My husband is waiting in the bed. We're not done. You asked for the cock. You’re going to crawl to it.”