Lana gets destroyed

Adam puts her on the bed and sinks in on the first stroke.

Lana is still wet from being fucked, still messy from his cock in her throat. Her cunt takes him with a thick, filthy sound. He plants his hands beside her head and starts moving like he never left her.

Mia is back in the chair with her dress around her waist and her fingers in herself. She watches the stretch. She watches Lana’s mouth fall open.

“That’s it. Fuck that slut. She came here for that cock. Give it to her.”

He does. Long strokes at first, then harder, the head punching deep. Lana’s legs hook around him and lose their grip every time he slams home. She cums fast — too fast — a sharp clench and a broken cry, pussy fluttering around him. He doesn’t stop. He fucks her through it until she is twitching and trying to crawl up the bed.

He pulls out, flips her onto her knees, and shoves back in from behind.

Mia gets up for that. She stands at the side of the bed so she can see his cock driving into Lana’s cunt, the wet cling of it, Lana’s ass shaking each time his hips hit her.

“Look at her. On her knees in our sheets taking a married man’s cock. That’s all she is tonight. A hole you used to own, borrowed back because your wife said yes.”

Lana moans into her forearm. Adam grabs her hair and uses it. The rhythm is brutal. Lana cums again with her face in the duvet, a gush of wetness down his thighs, and Mia’s own fingers work faster at the sight of it.

“Good girl,” Mia says, and it is not kind. “Cum on my husband’s cock. That’s what sluts do when they finally get what they missed.”

Adam hauls Lana up onto him, her back to his chest, and sits on the edge of the bed. He spreads her legs with his knees and bounces her on his cock. Mia sits in front of them now, close, watching Lana’s cunt swallow him over and over, watching the wet mess on his shaft.

Lana’s head drops onto Adam’s shoulder. She is gone. Every drop makes a sound. Mia talks into that sound.

“You’re a slut for his cock. Say it. You needed his wife’s permission because you couldn’t stay away from it. Now you’re riding it in her bedroom.”

Lana tries. It comes out wrecked. “I’m—fuck—I’m a slut for his cock.”

“Again.”

“I’m a slut for Adam’s cock.”

Mia cums with her fingers buried in herself, eyes on the place where they are joined. She doesn’t hide it. She lets them hear her.

Adam lifts Lana off him, puts her on her side, hooks her top leg up, and fucks her like that. Deeper from this angle. Lana’s mouth stays open. She cums a third time with almost no warning, shaking, cunt locking down, and he rides that too, chasing nothing but the feel of her.

Mia is still touching herself, slower now, already building again.

“Don’t you dare finish in her yet,” she says. “I want her used. I want her shaking. I want that cock wet with her when I tell you where to put it last.”

He puts Lana on her hands again, then on her back, then standing with one foot on the bed while he slams up into her. He takes every position like it belongs to him. Lana stops counting. Her makeup is ruined. Her thighs are shiny. Every time she tries to catch her breath he finds another way to bury himself.

Mia cums another time watching him fold Lana in half, knees at her ears, cock punching into that stretched, dripping cunt. Lana follows her over, sobbing through it, clenching around him.

Adam’s arms are shaking. He is close. Mia can see it in his jaw.

She stands.

“On her back. Missionary. I want to see your face and hers. I want to see every inch go in. Fuck her like that until you’re ready to fill her.”

He puts Lana on her back in the middle of their bed. Her legs fall open for him. He sinks back into her, slow enough this time that Mia can watch the head disappear, then the shaft, then the wet kiss of his hips against her.