A broken Kyler

Kyler is on her back, coughing, spit on her chin, cunt still open from the couch.

Lana flips her.

Onto her stomach. A hand between her shoulder blades, then both hands on her ass, spreading her. Kyler’s cunt is fully on display, swollen, wet, gaping a little, aimed at Adam.

Lana looks at him.

That is the hint.

Adam gets on her. Hands planted beside her head. Cock lined up. He rams in.

One deep stroke, then another, then a pace that shakes the bed. Prone. Heavy. His hips slap her ass. Kyler screams into the sheet and then just takes it, stuffed, pinned, the thickness punching deep with every thrust.

Lana keeps her spread for a moment so the glasses catch the shaft disappearing, then grabs Kyler’s hair and pulls her head up off the mattress.

“Eyes up,” she says. “You don’t hide while my husband fucks you. You wanted this cock. You have it. He’s on your back. He’s in your cunt. He’s using you like the toy you asked to be.”

Adam fucks her harder. The wet sound is filthy. Kyler’s mouth hangs open in Lana’s grip.

“Listen to that pussy,” Lana says, to her, close, mean. “Squelching on my husband’s cock. You rubbed on him. You begged me. You crawled. Now you’re flat on your stomach getting rammed. That’s earning it. That’s a gym girl who talked about being dominated and is finally getting dominated. Don’t you close your eyes. Feel how deep he is. Feel him in your stomach.”

Kyler cums.

A broken cry, cunt clamping, thighs shaking under his weight. Adam does not pull out. He pounds her through it.

“Another one already,” Lana says, fist tight in her hair. “Greedy hole. You just had four on the couch and you’re cumming again because he’s heavy on you. Good. Cum on my husband’s cock. Soak him. Let me hear it.”

The next orgasm hits faster. Kyler sobs, pushes her ass up without meaning to, and Adam uses the angle, driving deeper, balls slapping, the head kissing the end of her on every stroke.

Lana talks over the slap.

“Six. Look at you. Hair in my fist. Face up. Cunt stuffed. This is the view. My husband ruining the girl I brought. You’re going to be sore. You’re going to leak. You’re going to remember the size every time you sit at the gym. Take it. Don’t tap. He isn’t done until he fills you.”

Kyler cums a seventh time, weaker, longer, a shaking milk around his cock, voice gone to noise. Adam’s rhythm turns uglier. Close. Animal.

“Give it to her,” Lana says. “Cum in that cunt, husband. She earned the load. Flood her. I want to see it leak when you get off. Pump her full. She’s pinned. She can’t go anywhere. Finish in the gym girl's gaping cunt.”

Adam slams in and stays.

He cums hard. Groan against Kyler’s shoulder. Thick pulses, packing her, hips jerking as he empties. Kyler feels it and whimpers, still held up by the hair, still split open under him.

He rolls off. His cock leaves her with a wet sound. Cum follows, spilling from her used cunt onto the sheet, her hole slack and shining.

Lana lets go of her hair. Kyler’s face drops to the mattress. She does not move.

Lana stands at the side of the bed and looks down at her.

Glasses still on. Kyler wrecked, leaking, done for the moment, Adam’s load running out of her.