Continue the face fuck

I keep my grip on Mrs. Morgan's hair, holding her steady while I fuck her face harder. My cock slams into the back of her throat with every thrust, making her gag and choke around the thick shaft. Spit pours down her chin and drips onto her dress, soaking the fabric between her tits. Her chest bounces with each rough push, the modest neckline doing nothing to hide how her heavy breasts shake from the force.

"Mmmph—glrk—glrk—" She struggles to breathe between thrusts, eyes watering as I use her mouth like a toy. Her hands clutch my thighs for balance, wedding ring flashing every time she gags.

I pull back just enough for her to gasp for air. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she chokes out, voice hoarse and wet. "With you. Sarah's boyfriend. On my knees in a hotel room, letting you fuck my throat."

"Keep talking," I growl, shoving back in. My cock stretches her lips wide again, hitting her throat until she convulses around me. "Tell me how fucked up this is."

"It's so wrong," she whimpers around my cock, the words muffled and sloppy. "I'm supposed to be a good mom. A good wife. Not some slut getting face-fucked by my daughter's boyfriend." Her tits bounce harder as I speed up, the wet sounds of her throat getting louder. "But I can't stop. I need you to keep quiet. I'll do whatever you want."

I thrust deeper, feeling her throat squeeze tight around the head. "Then keep sucking like the cheating MILF you are."

She moans around me, the vibration shooting through my balls as she takes it, gagging and drooling while her tits keep bouncing with every brutal push into her throat.