Position 2: Doggy Style

Britney unwound Emily from the position, gently rolling her onto her hands and knees. Emily’s large, firm ass was now perfectly presented, lifted slightly, her pussy a wet, gaping invitation. Britney knelt behind her, her own powerful body poised. Her giant cock, still pulsing and engorged, brushed against Emily’s entrance.

"Spread those cheeks for me, baby," Britney murmured, her voice husky with desire. Emily, still in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and the lingering fullness, instinctively obeyed, pushing her ass out, offering herself fully.

Britney eased in, a slow, deliberate push. Emily gasped, her back arching, feeling the profound stretch as Britney’s entire length, thick and unyielding, plunged into her. The depth was incredible, almost overwhelming. "Oh, my God," Emily whimpered, her voice muffled against the sheets.

Britney began to thrust, deep, rhythmic strokes that shook Emily’s entire body. Each plunge was accompanied by a wet, slapping sound, echoing in the room. Emily’s wide hips swayed with the **** of Britney’s movements, her big ass jiggling and bouncing with every impact. Britney’s hands found Emily’s hips, gripping them tightly, pulling her back onto the enormous cock with each withdrawal, then slamming her forward with each thrust.

Steve watched as Britney rode his wife like an animal, the sheer power of her thrusts visible through the screen. Emily’s ass, usually so protected and private, was now being pounded relentlessly, stretched and filled beyond anything he could ever provide. He could see the faint streaks of cum already coating her inner thighs, mixing with the new slickness. The way Britney’s massive cock disappeared completely, then pulled back, only to plunge back in with a **** that made Emily scream, was a brutal display of dominance. He felt a familiar twisting shame in his gut, his own limp penis a constant reminder of his inadequacy. He imagined Britney’s huge balls slapping against his wife’s ass with each thrust, a visual that intensified his humiliation.

Emily’s moans grew louder, more frantic, becoming less words and more raw, instinctual sounds of pleasure. Her body hummed, pushed to its absolute limits by the relentless ****. She arched her back, her fingers digging into the bedsheets, crying out as Britney’s deep, powerful strokes sent wave after wave of sensation through her. The pressure was immense, the fullness almost painful, yet utterly exhilarating.

Britney, feeling Emily nearing another peak, grunted, her own breathing ragged. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against Emily’s back, whispering dirty encouragements into her ear. With a final series of incredibly forceful thrusts, Britney unloaded another massive shot of cum, hot and thick, deep inside Emily’s quivering core. Emily screamed, another earth-shattering orgasm seizing her, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching violently around Britney’s gushing cock. She collapsed forward onto the bed, utterly spent, her body radiating heat.