Natasha finds her voice

Natasha keeps Ruby’s face locked against her cunt and starts to ride the mouth more deliberately, short curvy body rolling in slow, controlled waves. The wet sounds grow louder and more constant. Ruby’s hands rest on Natasha’s soft thighs, not pushing away, simply holding on while she is used.

“That is better,” Natasha says, voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. “You wanted to be the one who made me feel wanted. Now you get to stay there until I decide you have earned the right to breathe properly. Keep your tongue moving. I am not finished with you.”

She glances at your fist still working the thick length of your cock and her eyes stay there for a long moment, watching every stroke.

“Harder,” she tells you. “I want to see it. I want to watch you stroke that cock while she finishes what she started. Do not look away from us. Watch your wife use the woman who lied to her for months.”

Ruby makes another muffled sound, the vibration clearly travelling through Natasha because her hips jerk and a sharper moan leaves her throat. Natasha’s grip in Ruby’s hair tightens. She pulls the athletic woman’s face even closer, grinding down with open purpose now, the power fully in her hands.

“You hear that?” she asks Ruby, though the words are half for you. “That is what it sounds like when someone actually takes responsibility for the mess they made. You fed me every quiet story about Cheryl. You made me believe my husband was already gone. Now you get to stay on your knees and fix it with your tongue until I say otherwise.”

Her breathing grows heavier. The soft stomach and full breasts move with each deliberate roll of her hips. She is close again, and she is making no effort to hide it. The dominant edge in her voice only sharpens as the pleasure builds.

“Do not stop. Either of you. I want to cum on her face while you stroke that big cock right in front of me. I want her to feel it. I want you to see it. This is what happens when someone plays games with my marriage. This is what she gets for every lie.”

Natasha’s thighs start to tremble. She holds Ruby’s head in place with both hands now, fully in control, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of Ruby’s forced service fill the kitchen while you keep stroking, the thick length heavy and leaking in your fist, the entire scene unfolding under Natasha’s newly claimed power.