Risk demanding more, wanting Emily to anally use that toy(risk) caught

You send the text, fingers trembling with a mix of power and panic. "Show me that tight asshole taking that toy. Make that tiny asshole pop for your boss." The screen glows like a beacon in the dark bedroom. Ava sighs beside you, rolling onto her back, her arm flopping over your chest. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs, the phone a burning secret inches from her sleeping face. Her breathing steadies. You exhale slowly, eyes locked on the screen.

Emily’s reply is a shaky video. Her breath hitches as she angles the camera low. The pink vibrator glistens, slick from her pussy, before pressing against her clenched rosebud. She whimpers, the sound tinny through the speaker, as she forces the tip in. Her back arches off the bed, muscles straining. "It's... so tight, sir," she gasps, voice thick with pain and pleasure. The toy sinks deeper, inch by torturous inch, her hips bucking. "F-feels like you're... owning me..." The image blurs as she loses focus, her free hand clawing at the sheets.

You sent a low voice message degrading Emily. "That's it, whore. Take it deeper. Show me that asshole gaping for your boss." The words rasped out in a harsh whisper, barely audible over Ava's steady breathing beside you. On screen, Emily whimpered, her body shuddering as she **** the vibrator deeper. Her free hand clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, while her other trembled, struggling to keep the camera angled on her stretched, glistening hole. The toy pulsed, buried to the hilt now. Her choked gasp filled the silent room through the phone speaker too loud.

You look over to see Ava sound asleep. You sent a text. "Put some of your panties in your mouth, you loud lips cunt."

Emily brings a pair to her lips as she obeys. "Mmmph, yes sir," she muffles through the lace, eyes watering as she pushes the vibrator deeper. The camera shakes violently when she hits a spot that makes her back arch off the bed, thighs quivering. A wet, obscene squelch echoes too loud as Ava wakes up.

Ava eyes flashes to the young twenty year old girl on your phone screen. "John?" Her voice is a low growl, thick with sleep and sudden, sharp betrayal. "What the fuck is that?" She snatches the phone from your lax grip, her eyes widening in horror at the explicit video still playing. Emily gagged, trembling, the vibrator buried deep. The screen's glow casts Ava's face in stark, furious relief. "Your secretary. You're fucking your young secretary."

Your blood runs cold. "Ava, it's not—"

"Not what?" She scrambles out of bed, clutching your phone like evidence. Emily's muffled moans still leak from the speaker, a grotesque soundtrack to your unraveling life. Ava’s face twists from disbelief to raw fury. "Not you degrading some girl half your age? Not you sexting while I slept beside you?" Her voice cracks, but her eyes are pure ice. "How long, John? Weeks? Months?"

You fumble for words, the heat of shame burning your neck. "It... it just happened tonight. It meant nothing—"

She snatched your phone seeing the other lewds texts from the pass weeks. Ava's face paled, then flushed crimson. "Nothing? You call this nothing?" Her voice trembled with rage. "All those late nights 'working'... were you with her? Fucking her young tight pussy. I hope she was worth it." She hurled the phone at you. It bounced off your chest, clattering to the floor. Emily’s muffled moans cut off abruptly. "Get out," Ava hissed, pointing to the door. "Now. Before I wake the kids and make sure they see exactly what their father is."

...

You stare at Emily asshole as you unplug and plugged her tight asshole up with a metal butt plug. This piece of ass were the reason you are going through a rather messy divorce. You watch her asshole pop as she moans and begs for more.

You are in your cappy apartment using Emily as your personal cum dumpster. She's bent over the worn couch, her ass raised high, the cold metal plug glinting as you thrust into her tight pussy from behind. Each snap of your hips drives her face deeper into the cushion, muffling her whimpers. "That's it, take it, you homewrecking slut," you grunt, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. She moans, the sound vibrating against the fabric, her body trembling not just from pleasure but the raw, degrading **** of it.

Emily throw back a meek taunt. "Ava must've been so boring in bed if you needed this, sir." Her voice was muffled against the couch cushion, but the dig landed like a knife twist. You respond with a sharp slap across her ass, the crack echoing in the cramped apartment. She yelped, arching higher, the metal plug catching the dim light as her hole clenched around it.

"Quiet, cunt," you growled, thrusting harder, using her body like a stress reliever. The divorce papers were stacked on the kitchen counter, a constant reminder of what this reckless affair cost.

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