John's breaths came in ragged gasps as his determination found its outlet. He guided his aching erection, slick with anticipation, between the swollen lips of Jane's pussy. His heart raced as he pressed forward, feeling the wet heat of her innermost core envelop him. A guttural groan of satisfaction escaped him as he plunged deeper, his hand finding purchase on Jane's hip, the other guiding his cock into her.
The sensation was electrifying – the tight clutch of her walls, the welcoming embrace of her wetness. He couldn't deny that she felt different from before, a touch less tight than he was accustomed to. A lingering reminder of Mark's impressive girth. Yet, the knowledge that he was the one thrusting into her, the one holding her, the one who had claimed her heart, made his chest swell with a heady mix of pride and desire.
His fingers dug into her hips as he began to move, a rhythmic dance of passion and longing. Jane's moans echoed in the steamy air, a sensual symphony that harmonised with the rhythm of their coupling. In a bold display of her newfound liberation, Jane momentarily released Mark's cock from her lips to indulge in some dirty talk, urging them both forward.
"Fuck, John, your cock feels so good," she gasped, her voice dripping with desire. "And Mark, your huge cock… oh, God, it's incredible."
He heard Mark's grunts and knew that his climax was near. Jane's voice, sultry and demanding, reached his ears, making his own arousal spike. "Come on, Mark," she moaned, her voice dripping with need. "Give me your cum. I want to taste you."
As Mark surrendered to his climax, Jane continued to suck, swallowing every drop of his release with a fervent hunger that left John utterly captivated. The sight of her submission, her eagerness, was a revelation that seemed to shatter all inhibitions.
Mark's blissful moans of satisfaction only served to inflame John's desire, spurring him to thrust harder and faster. The sensations of Jane's slick walls gripping him, her moans of pleasure and the intoxicating scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
John's thoughts were a whirlwind of desire and arousal. The sight of Jane taking Mark so eagerly, the way she revelled in their shared pleasure, left him entranced. And then, as Jane swallowed Mark's cum with such gusto, a pang of jealousy and astonishment surged through him. It was a side of her he had never seen, a side he couldn't deny was arousing beyond belief.
His hips moved with an urgency he couldn't control, pounding into Jane as her moans filled the air. The sensations were overwhelming – the clench of her walls, the wet heat that enveloped him, the sight of her flushed and panting beneath him. All of it pushed him to the edge, and he knew he was teetering on the precipice of his own release.
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