Worships Adam's cock

Lana gets her mouth on him.

It is sloppy at first. She licks up the underside, takes the head between her lips, drools down the shaft because she is still shaking from how he fucked her. Adam’s cock shines with her spit and her cunt. She tries to take more and gags on the second push.

“Stop.”

Lana pulls off, a string of spit hanging from her bottom lip to the head.

Mia doesn’t raise her voice.

“Don’t suck him like you’re in a hurry. You have him for one night. Worship it.”

Lana looks at her, mouth wet, eyes unfocused.

“Both hands,” Mia says. “On his cock. On his balls. You don’t get to treat that like a snack. That is my husband’s cock. You are on your knees in my bedroom because I let you put your mouth on it. Act like it.”

Lana wraps one hand around the thick shaft and cups his balls with the other. She kisses the head first. Then the ridge. Then down the vein, slow, leaving her mouth on him. She licks him clean of herself and replaces it with spit.

Mia talks while she does it.

“That’s a married man’s cock in your hands. Not your boyfriend’s. Not a memory. My husband’s. You needed his wife in the room to have it again. You needed me to hold your ass open and watch him fuck you before you were allowed to put it in your mouth.”

Lana makes a sound against the shaft. She is lost in it — the weight, the heat, the fact that Mia is still talking. Her hips shift on her heels. One hand starts to slide off him, down between her own thighs.

Mia sees it.

“No.”

Lana freezes.

“Take your fingers out of your cunt. Both hands on him. You don’t get to touch yourself. You worship that cock. Stroke it. Kiss it. Lick his balls. If you need to cum, you wait until I say you can have it.”

Lana puts the second hand back where it belongs. She uses both of them, one twisting slow on the wet shaft, the other rolling his balls while she takes the head back into her mouth and just holds it, tongue working.

Mia looks at Adam.

“How does it feel,” she says. “Your ex on her knees in our bed. Your wife in the chair. That mouth you used to own, on your cock because I told her to put it there.”

Adam’s voice is rough. “It feels like she’s starving for it.”

“She is. She missed it. She sat through dinner wet and then let you bend her over and use her. Now she’s licking you like she can keep it if she’s good enough.”

He huffs a breath that is almost a laugh. “You like watching that.”

“I like watching you get your cock worshipped while I decide what happens to it.” Mia’s eyes stay on Lana’s mouth. “Does she still do that thing with her tongue?”

“Yes.”

“Then she remembers.” Mia leans forward in the chair. “Tell her who she is.”

Adam looks down. His hand settles in Lana’s hair but does not push yet.

“You’re on your knees for a married man,” he says. “My wife is watching you drool on my cock. That’s all this is.”

Lana moans around him. Spit runs over her knuckles.

Mia stands.

She walks to the bed and stops behind Lana, close enough that Lana can feel her there without being touched. Lana’s mouth stays on Adam. Both hands stay on him.

Mia bends just enough that her voice sits against Lana’s ear.

“Do you remember what he likes most about a blowjob?”