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Andrew's thrusts grew even more forceful, his body slamming into Zoe's as he imagined the scene unfolding in his own bed. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove himself deeper and harder. Zoe's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt herself nearing the edge "She had her first squirting orgasm that night and I made her mine: mind, body, and soul."

As Zoe's words dripped like honey into Andrew's ear, her fingers stilled on her clit, poised on the precipice of ecstasy. Andrew's body stiffened, his thrusts slowing to a torturous crawl as he willed her to continue, his eyes burning with a fire that threatened to consume them both. The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the ragged gasps of their breathing, the soft creak of the couch beneath their entwined bodies.

And then, she tasted me, her tongue tracing the curves of my body, her lips devouring my tongue like a starving woman."

As Zoe spoke, her voice dropped to a whisper, her words sending shivers down Andrew's spine. He could feel himself trembling, his body hovering on the brink of release. He slowed his thrusts, his cock throbbing with anticipation, as he willed Zoe to continue.

Zoe's fingers began to move once more, tracing slow circles around her clit. Her eyes never left Andrew's face, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she whispered, "She was so tender, so gentle, her touch igniting a fire within me that I'd never felt before."

Suddenly, Andrew pulled out, his cock glistening with sweat and desire. Zoe looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

As he drove into her, Zoe's words hung in the air, painting a vivid picture of Sophia's surrender. Andrew's hand closed around Zoe's wrist, his fingers wrapping tightly around the delicate bones, holding her in place as he leaned in close.

Zoe continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "She also loved it when I would whisper dirty things in her ear, telling her how much I desired her, how much I wanted to make her scream my name." Andrew's thrusts grew more frenzied as he listened to Zoe's words, his cock plunging deeper into her with each stroke.

As Andrew's hand tightened around her wrist, Zoe's fingers instinctively flexed, her nails digging into the couch cushion as she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. His words were a low, raspy whisper, "Tell me more, what did you say to her?" He paused, his hips stilled, his cock buried deep within her as he waited for her response.

Zoe's eyes fluttered closed, her mind racing back to that night, the memory of Sophia's face, flushed with desire, rising to the surface, " I told her she was mine, that she belonged to me, that I would take care of her, pleasure her, and make her scream my name," Zoe's voice was barely audible, but Andrew's hips jerked forward, his cock twitching with excitement as he listened to her words.

Zoe's fingers moved faster, her breath hitching as she felt herself on the brink of release. "Your wife loves it when I take control and make her submit," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Andrew's. "She loves the feeling of being completely at my mercy, of surrendering and giving herself over to me completely. She was so wet, so ready for me, and I loved every moment of it."