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Adam looked down at Melissa on her knees. Her mouth was open, spit shining on her chin, both hands still stroking his cock. She was begging. He didn’t move toward the bed.

“You haven’t earned it,” he said.

Melissa blinked. “I—”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her forward. His cock pushed past her lips and straight into her throat. She gagged hard. He didn’t stop. He held her there, nose pressed to his stomach, and started to fuck her face in short, heavy strokes. The wet, choking sounds filled the room. Spit poured out around his shaft and ran down her neck.

“You think that was special?” he said. His voice stayed low. He used her throat like a hole, hips snapping forward, pulling her onto him by the hair. “Mia does this. She takes me this deep. She swallows around me when I hold her there. She doesn’t stop because her eyes water. You’re not showing me anything she hasn’t already given me.”

Melissa’s hands scrabbled at his thighs. She gagged again, throat convulsing around the head of his cock. Tears ran down her face. He kept going.

“Every night,” he said. “She gets on her knees and takes this cock down her throat until I decide she’s done. She doesn’t need to crawl across a floor and talk about how much better she is. She just opens her mouth and lets me use it.”

He pulled out. A thick string of spit and precum stretched from her lip to the head. Melissa coughed, gasping, face already a mess.

Adam slapped her. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to make the sound sharp. Her cheek flushed. Spit flew.

“Slut,” he said. “Whore for my cock. That’s what you are right now. On your knees in your parents’ house, begging for the dick your stepsister gets every day. And you still haven’t earned it.”

He shoved back into her mouth before she could answer. Deeper. Rougher. He fucked her throat in long strokes now, holding her head with both hands, using her. The sounds were filthy — wet glucks, choked moans, the slap of his balls against her chin when he bottomed out. Her eyes watered. Spit coated her tits. She didn’t pull away.

Outside the door, on the hallway floor, Mia was naked. She had stripped while she watched. Her back was against the wall. Her legs were spread. Two fingers pumped in and out of her cunt, slow and steady, matching the rhythm of Adam’s hips. Her other hand rubbed her clit. She stayed silent. She watched her husband’s cock disappear down Melissa’s throat and didn’t look away.

Adam groaned. His thrusts got shorter, harder. He held Melissa all the way down and came.

Thick pulses flooded her throat. She swallowed on instinct, throat working around him while he emptied. He didn’t let her up until the last twitch. When he finally pulled out, a thin string of cum and spit connected them for a second before it broke. Melissa coughed once. Cum leaked from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed the rest, eyes wet, face ruined — spit everywhere, lips swollen, cheeks flushed from the slap and the lack of air.

She looked up at him. Her voice was wrecked.

“Please,” she said. “I swallowed it. I took it. Please fuck me now. I need it. I’m so wet I can’t think. Please put your cock in me. On the bed. Anywhere. Just fuck me.”

Adam looked down at her. His cock was still half-hard, wet, hanging in front of her face. Melissa’s mouth stayed open. She was still begging.

Behind him, Mia’s fingers moved faster inside herself. She didn’t make a sound.