Reward

Jessica sighed contentedly, legs dangling over the couch's edge. "Gary," she mused, tapping her chin as the guard groaned beneath Becky's ****, "you've been such a good boy today." Instantly, Becky froze mid-bob, lips stretched obscenely around Gary's swollen tip, saliva dripping onto his trembling thighs. Gary whimpered, straining against the sudden stillness. Jessica floated gently towards them. "All that worship deserves a proper reward, don't you think?" Her gaze drifted to Becky, immobilized in supplication. "Becky, honey... you're gonna be Gary's new favorite toy. His wife? She'll learn to share." Jessica flicked her wrist. Becky's sensible skirt vanished, replaced by shimmering lace panties that dissolved a heartbeat later. Her blouse tightened further, buttons straining until they popped open, revealing heaving breasts tipped with painfully erect nipples. Gary's eyes widened, a choked moan escaping him.

With another lazy gesture, Jessica rearranged them effortlessly. Becky lurched forward onto her hands and knees, back arched obscenely, ass lifted high. Gary found himself kneeling behind her, his monstrous erection jutting eagerly towards her glistening folds. Jessica hovered beside them, tracing a phantom finger down Becky's spine. "Go on, Gary," she purred. "Take your prize." Driven by primal need, Gary gripped Becky's hips and slammed home in one brutal thrust. Becky screamed, not in pain but in frenzied ecstasy, her body convulsing around him as he began pistoning into her with jackhammer intensity. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the room, mingling with Gary's guttural roars and Becky's shrill, mindless cries. Dr. Virginia covered her ears, muttering "Fo' shizzle, mad disrespect!" while Dave's cock tapped frantically against his teeth.

Jessica watched the raw coupling with detached fascination. A faint shimmer enveloped the pair as the guard's thrusts grew impossibly deep, lifting Becky's entire torso off the carpet with each upward surge. "Wifey needs a lesson in sharing," Jessica murmured. The room dissolved around Gary and Becky. One moment they were rutting violently on the therapy office floor; the next, they hovered mid-air above Gary's own marital bed. His startled wife looked up from her knitting, dropping her needles as Gary, still buried balls-deep inside Becky, descended onto the quilt. Becky’s ecstatic wails filled the suburban bedroom as Gary, eyes wild and unfocused, resumed his frantic pace without missing a stroke. His wife stared, frozen in horrified disbelief, as her husband relentlessly claimed the receptionist on their floral duvet.