Movie time 3

Sarah continued to hang to Kyle with her legs and arms wrapped around him, her body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. She could feel him going slightly soft inside her, and as he tried to let her go with his hands, she resisted, not wanting this moment to end. "Don't let go," she whispered, her legs clamping around his waist. "Please don't let go." Her lips brushed against his ear, her tongue flicking out to trace its outline.

Her hips undulated against him, rubbing his length against her insides in in a slow, sensual dance. "Oh, yes," she moaned, arching her back as she felt him grow harder inside her. "Please, daddy. Please make your dirty little whore cum again." Her nails dug into his shoulders, trying to pull him even deeper in her body.

Kyle growled low in his throat, his hands moving to grip her hips again as he began to thrust again, slow and hard. "You like that, don't you?" he asked roughly, his mouth finding her neck. "You like feeling me inside you, claiming you?" Her answering moan was muffled against his skin as she nodded frantically. "Yes, I do. I want you to claim me, daddy. Make me yours."

Kyle continued with his slow rhythm, their bodies moving as one. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, as he felt Sarah's body getting tighter around him. "You're so fucking wet, baby," he groaned, his lips finding her ear. "You feel so good." He could feel her inner walls pulsing around him, her muscles clenching and relaxing in time with his movements.

Sarah arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest as she moaned his name. "Kyle," she moaned, "Why you fuck me so good?" She tried to move faster, to break his rhythm, but he held her hips steady, thrusting into her in a slow, deliberate pace that drove her wild.

"Because you're my little whore now, Sarah," he growled, kissing her lips. "You belong to me." He continued his thrusts, his hips slapping against hers in a slow rhythm. She moaned, arched her back, wrapped her hips and even bit his shoulder to make him move faster. "Daddy, please. Please let me cum! Why do you do that to me! I am so wet for you, just for you! Please, make me cum already!" Her words were almost a plea, and he could feel her body growing tighter around him.

At that point Kyle stopped his movements, pushing her body slightly back holding her under the shoulders. Sarah let out pitiful whimper, trying to get some movement by rocking her hips but Kyle held her still. He looked at her, his dark eyes full of lust and possession. "Sarah, have you forgotten about your husband already?" he asked huskily, running his free hand through her hair. "I bet he is very jealous right now."

Her eyes widened a bit as she finally processed Kyle's words, "What? Why? We have a great time today!" She tried to get her hips up and down to fuck herself on Kyle's dick again, "He was jealous but we talked and he is fine! Now fuck me already please!" She looked right at him with eyes full of desire, "Daddy, please fuck your little slut."

Kyle smiled at that, but didn't move. "Well, at very least we should tell him that he won't get his popcorn any time soon, hm?" he murmured, running his fingers through her hair as he looked at her. "And maybe we should send him a little reminder of what he's missing out on, hmm? Just to check if he is indeed fine with it?"

Sarah looked confused, so Kyle leaned down and kissed her lips gently. "Here," he said, handing her phone over to her. "Text your husband."

Sarah fumbled a bit with the phone, typing out a quick message, "Hi Chad, I'm sorry to tell you this but Daddy and I are having so much fun together. I think I'm gonna spend much more time getting Daddy's dick, so we would not bring you any popcorn, sorry." She lifted her hand up in the air and captured a selfie of her body being wrapped around Kyle, their faces buried in each other's necks. She added a winky face to the text before hitting send.

Her breath breath steadied a little as she managed to get some consciousness from the wild fuck she was having. "Why do you think Chad would be jealous? There is nothing wrong with you having sex with me!" Sarah's face now go a bit serious as she tried to understand her husband's perspective.

Kyle got her closer to him and kissed her open lips, "Indeed Sarah, there is nothing wrong. Now, maybe we can send some more to your.... boyfriend as of today?" Kyle's hips got to his old slow tempo algorithmically eliminating thoughts from Sarah's face. Soon enough she got back to moaning mess.

"Emm, daddy. You are so kind! What do you have in mind?" Her hands once again hugged his back now holding her cellphone. "Maybe I can record getting fucked by my daddy? Make him see how you make me cum?" she offered with a sultry voice. Kyle's pace didn't change, but the thrusts became a bit deeper.

"Oh, that would be delightful," Kyle replied with a smirk, kissing her neck. "But maybe we should make it a bit more... naughty you know? Something that would really get him going? Something that would make your husband cream his pants?" Sarah giggled a bit hearing Kyle's words, "Sure, I think I have right the thing in mind. He was so worried about it, I bet it would make him soooo hard."

Kyle's hips began to move faster, deeper, as he slid in and out of her wet heat. "Oh, fuck yes," she moaned, arching her back as her breasts brushed against Kyle's chest. As Kyle's thrusts grew more urgent, she lifted her phone up to record them both. The video showed Kyle's back glistening with sweat, as he fucked Sarah. And there she was, Sarah, her long blond hair tangled around them both, her lips parted in a moan, as she held to Kyle's back with one hand leaving marks with her finger. "Chad," she whispered, her voice shaking with desire, "I'm so wet for Daddy, baby. I want him to cum right inside. I want him to make a mommy." Her words were punctuated by a loud cry as Kyle's hips bucked forward, driving his cock deep inside her. "Oh God, Daddy. Please knock me up!"

Kyle stopped his thrusts to release himself deep inside Sarah, she shook a little from her own orgasm but held the cellphone with the camera still pointed at her face. "Look Chad, Daddy made me cum again, it is third time for today, and I can feel him cum so deep inside me Chad... I am so tired now Chad, I wish you fucked me so good." With that she stopped the record button and send the video to her husband.

A long sigh escaped her mouth as she hugged Kyle again, "Daddy, I think I am really done for today you know.' She grabbed his face and gently kissed him, "I am sorry but I do not think this little slut can cum for you anymore."

Kyle smiled and kissed her back slowly and sensually, "It is okay, little slut, get down and you can clean my cock, how does this sound?" He asked, as he pulled out of her slowly and let her legs touch the floor. "This sounds yummy daddy," she replied, kissing his lips again, before carefully dropping on her knees between his legs.