You fuck her

I pull my cock out of Mrs. Morgan's throat, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening shaft. "Get on the bed," I order, voice rough. "Same position you were in when you fucked that guy earlier. Face down, ass up. I want to take you exactly how he did."

She scrambles onto the mattress without hesitation, her knees spreading wide as she lowers her chest to the sheets. Her ass lifts high, presenting her dripping pussy. The position spreads her open completely, her thighs trembling as she waits.

I climb behind her, gripping her hips and lining my cock up with her soaked entrance. I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her walls stretch around me until I'm buried to the hilt. She gasps into the pillow, her back arching deeper.

"Tell me," I growl, starting to thrust. "Tell me how bad you are."

"I'm so bad," she moans, voice muffled by the sheets. "I'm such a terrible wife. My husband's at work and I'm letting my daughter's boyfriend fuck me raw."

I slam into her harder, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. Her pussy clenches around me with every thrust.

"Keep going," I demand, gripping her ass and spreading her wider.

"I'm a horrible mother," she cries out, pushing back to meet my thrusts. "I'm supposed to be respectable. Instead I'm bent over like a whore, begging for cock. My wedding ring is still on while I'm getting fucked senseless."

Her words come faster between gasps and moans as I pound into her. "I'm the worst kind of slut. I should be ashamed. But all I can think about is how good your cock feels stretching me open."

I drive deeper, the headboard knocking against the wall with each thrust. She keeps talking, her voice breaking with pleasure as she confesses every filthy detail of how wrong this is.