Wife first

You couldn't wait any longer.

You had to feel how good your wife's pussy was with this size between your own legs.

You gripped Riley's hips firmly, her warm skin trembling under your touch. She looked back over her shoulder, lips parted, breath shallow, completely at your mercy. Her dark hair spilled across her flushed back, and her perfect ass—round, soft, and bouncing slightly with every shift—was lifted in offering.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. The sheer heat radiating from your body filled the room like a stormfront. You towered behind her, the embodiment of power and virility. The other girls had gone quiet, but their eyes burned with want. They were transfixed.

Riley let out a whimper when you lined your thick, {Cock_inches} inch cock against her soaked entrance. Her hands clutched the sheets, thighs quivering. "John..." she gasped, voice caught between awe and desperate need. "Please."

You pushed in.

Slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, stretching her around your impossible girth. Her back arched, mouth open in a silent cry as she struggled to adjust. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her tight, dripping heat welcoming you back inside her, yet this was nothing like before. This was primal.

The others watched.

Chloe's mouth was open, her hand buried between her thighs. Eve was squirming, her eyes huge. Tatiana licked her lips, silent but flushed, her chest rising and falling with heavy breath.

You drove into Riley harder.

Each thrust made her cry out, her body jolting, hands braced, her sweet moans filling the room. You grunted, a deep sound from your chest as you dominated her, claimed her, possessed her. Her ass rippled from each impact, your hands leaving prints on her hips.

"God, yes!" she cried. "Yes, baby, fuck, you're so deep!"

You slapped her ass and she squealed, grinning through the pleasure. She loved it—needed it. Your wife, yours completely, and tonight she would be the first to show the others what it meant to be taken by a man like you.

Your balls slapped wetly against her. Her juices ran down her thighs. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, more shameless. "I can't believe... you're so big," she gasped. "You feel even bigger than before!"

You leaned over her back, one hand gripping her shoulder. "Say it louder," you growled.

"You're huge," she moaned. "This cock... God, I love this cock..."

You pulled Tatiana close, cupped one of her heavy, soft tits and made out with her while you kept drilling your wife. Then you turned to Chloe and did the same. Her enhanced breasts felt different, but somehow the feeling of implants made you really horny, as if it signaled something to you about her sluttiness. She kissed you enthusiastically, cupping your balls as they slapped back and forth.

You kept going, relentless. Riley reached under herself to rub her clit, desperate to add to the onslaught. Her body quivered beneath you, and the others moved closer to her, hypnotized.

You owned the room. You owned them all.

And Riley was about to come hard with your cock buried deep inside her, right in front of them.

You held her steady as your strokes turned deep and relentless, drilling her not slow, not fast, just right. Her breath was shallow, turned to sweet moans with every thrust, until her whole body locked up around your cock. Her orgasms came into her like a wave, muscles clenching, legs trembling. Her hands slipped, and she collapsed forward onto the bed, gasping and twitching with the aftershocks.

You slid free, thick with her wetness, and turned your gaze toward Chloe, who was already on her knees, smirking like she'd been waiting her whole life for this.