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The man took Claire’s phone again, opened the video call app, and hit Phil’s contact.

It rang once.

Phil answered immediately. His face filled the screen, flushed and tight with tension. The camera angle showed he was still in their bedroom, shirtless, one hand clearly wrapped around his cock off-screen.

The stranger didn’t bother with greetings. He flipped the camera so Phil had a clear view of Claire on her back, legs spread, cunt still shiny with the first load and already stretched around the thick head of his cock again.

“Say hi to your husband,” he told her.

Claire’s voice came out hoarse. “Phil… he’s putting it back in.”

The man pushed forward in one long, steady stroke, burying every inch while the camera stayed locked between her legs. Claire’s pussy lips stretched wide around the massive shaft, gripping and pulling as he sank to the root. Phil’s breath hitched audibly through the speaker.

“Watch,” the man said simply. He started fucking her in deep, heavy thrusts, the wet sound of her glazed cunt taking him filling the hotel room and the call. Every time he pulled back, Claire’s lips clung to him, shiny and used. Every time he drove in, her hole was forced open around the thickest part of him all over again.

Claire kept her hands on her knees, holding herself spread so the camera never lost the view. The man reached down, gathered some of the cum still coating her lips, and smeared it over her clit while he kept railing her.

“Your wife’s cunt is a mess,” he said to the phone, voice calm and degrading. “First load is still all over her and she’s already taking a second. Look how wide she’s stretched. Look how she grips me every time I pull out.”

Phil’s camera shook slightly. His breathing was ragged.

The man angled his hips and started pounding her harder, making Claire’s tits bounce and her voice break on every thrust. He kept the phone steady so Phil could see every inch of black cock disappearing into his wife’s married pussy.

“Tell him how it feels,” he ordered Claire.

“It’s so fucking big,” she gasped, eyes locked on the screen where Phil was watching. “Bigger than anything. He’s so deep I can barely think. My cunt is shaped around him. I’m going to come again just from how full I am.”

The man smiled and drove in harder.

“She’s going to come on this cock while you watch. Then I’m going to fill her. You’re going to see every drop go in. After that she can decide whether to keep it inside for the drive home or let it leak down her thighs when she walks through your front door.”

He fucked her with long, punishing strokes, the camera never looking away from the place where her swollen lips gripped and stretched around him. Claire’s thighs started to shake. Her cunt clenched visibly around the thick shaft as her second orgasm built fast and hard under the dual pressure of the size and the knowledge that Phil was watching every second.