Who she belongs to

"Y-yes," you gasped, holding your breath. You had no idea where this was going, but you were excited.

"Jake already owns me and he's done all of that." With a wicked laugh and a flick of her wrist, you felt your orgasm shoot from your cock. Your body shook with perverted pleasure as your dreams of Emma finally wanting you faded away. No, burned away. "That was so cute, John! You do have a nice cock. Too bad Jake's is nicer."

"W-why...?" You asked, struggling to turn around as you fought off arousal and shame.

"Why what? Why would I do this? Because Jake wanted me to! He told me that he's been planning his **** against you for getting him kicked off the football team. Of course, I was against it at first. But he can be very pursuasive — something I'm sure your wife will find out very soon." Emma grinned, her wicked face mirrored in front of you.

At the mention of your wife, you tried to move, but she kept a strong grip on your cock. "Sorry, bestie, but I'm supposed to keep you here while he steals wifey away. So I think I'm gonna milk this cock of yours some more!"