Yes all over the bed

“J-Jack!” she sobbed, half-crying, half-laughing, her voice breathless and raw with wonder. “Oh my god, Jack! I… I squirted! You made me squirt! I can’t believe it! That was… that was… I don’t even have words!” Her body still trembled, aftershocks rippling through her, leaving her feeling utterly boneless and profoundly changed.

Jack’s heart plummeted. Sara had never squirted with him. She’d never even had a proper orgasm during sex with him. The realization twisted the knife deeper. "Told you I'd surprise you," he managed, his voice strained, barely audible.

Leia, however, didn’t respond. She allowed Sara a moment to bask in the afterglow, her powerful cock still pulsing deep within, enjoying the lingering contractions. She shifted slightly, withdrawing just enough to apply a teasing amount of friction before plunging back in, stoking the embers of Sara’s newfound fire.

Sara gasped again, her eyes still covered but her mind alight. “You’re… you’re still in me! Oh, please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I want more. I want to feel that again.” Her hips instinctively began to grind, her body already craving the impossible pleasure she’d just discovered. “This cock, Jack… it’s a miracle. It’s everything I never knew I wanted.”

The humiliation for Jack was complete, total. His wife, worshipping another’s cock, believing it was his, declaring it the best thing she’d ever felt. He watched as Leia began to move again, slower this time, each thrust designed to rebuild the tension, to guide Sara back to the precipice.

Sara’s moans started anew, softer at first, then growing in intensity. Her hands, still tethered, balled into fists, clutching at the soft fabric of the sheets. “Yes, yes, Jack! Don’t go easy on me. Take me, please! Fill me up again.” She was lost in the sensation, blind to the true identity of her lover, utterly consumed by the incredible size and stamina of the silent figure above her.

Leia, a master of her craft, brought Sara to the edge again and again. Each time, Sara’s body would tense, her breath catch, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure would wash over her, though perhaps not as explosive as the first. She was a different woman now, awakened to a deeper, more profound kind of sexual satisfaction.

“I love you for this, Jack,” Sara whispered, her voice thick with emotion, tears of pleasure tracing paths beneath the blindfold. “This is… this is everything. I can’t believe we waited so long. This is how sex is supposed to feel.” Her body began to tremble again, the familiar build-up, but now with a knowing anticipation.

Jack could only stand there, a ghost in his own life, a puppet to Leia’s silent domination. “I love you too, Sara,” he managed, the words hollow, devoid of their usual warmth.