Continues to fuck her as you watch

You watch as Jerome continued to dominate Amy, her moans grew louder, each one piercing through your soul like a dagger. You sit there, helpless, watching as the man who once bullied you now claimed the girl you love. Jerome's massive frame towered over Amy, his movements relentless as he drove into her, each thrust forcing a cry of pleasure from her lips. Her hands gripped his arms tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the waves of ecstasy. You could see the sweat dripping from her brow, her face a mix of pain and pleasure as Jerome's enormous cock stretched her to her limits.

As Jerome's relentless thrusts continued, Amy's moans escalated into a cacophony of pleasure, each sound cutting deeper into your shattered heart. Her hands, once so tender when they held yours, now clawed at Jerome's broad shoulders, her nails leaving marks as she screamed his name. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and betrayal, and you could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as they moved in perfect, brutal harmony. Jerome's laughter echoed through the space, a deep, menacing sound that seemed to mock your very existence.

Jerome's grip tightened around Amy's waist as he pulled her back onto his colossal frame, her breath hitching with each savage thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a rhythmic reminder of your defeat. Amy's hands, now trembling with exhaustion, still clung to Jerome's arms, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin. Her cries had grown hoarse, but they remained laced with a pleasure that cut through your chest like a blade. Jerome's laughter, deep and resonant, filled the air as he leaned down, his breath hot against Amy's ear. "You see, John," he taunted, "this is what a real man looks like.

"Yes sir," you uttered, the words barely escaping your lips as Jerome's laughter echoed through the room, each reverberation slicing through your already shattered pride. His massive frame loomed over Amy, who now seemed entirely consumed by the pleasure he inflicted upon her. Her moans had grown hoarse, yet they still carried that unmistakable edge of ecstasy, a sound that once belonged to you but now was Jerome's to command. You watched, powerless, as he gripped her hips with a **** that left bruises, his thrusts relentless as he drove into her, each movement a brutal reminder of your inadequacy.

As Amy's face flushed a deep crimson, her breath came in ragged gasps, each moan a dagger to your already shattered soul. Aw you start to masturbate Jerome's voice boomed through the room, "No cuck, you won't touch your cock or I'll beat you up! Amy is going to put you in chastity tomorrow." His words dripped with malice, and Amy's eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, a mixture of guilt and exhilaration swirling in their depths. You froze, your hand hovering over your cock as Jerome's threat hung in the air like a challenge.

Jerome's words hung in the air like a challenge, and you could feel the weight of his threat pressing down on you. Amy's eyes lingered on yours for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face before she turned her attention back to Jerome. His hands tightened around her hips, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he drove into her with a ferocity that made her gasp. The sound of their bodies slamming together echoed through the room, a relentless rhythm that seemed to mock your helplessness.

Jerome's voice boomed through the room, "I'm about to cum," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more savage as he drove deeper into Amy. Her body trembled beneath him, her exhausted moans now barely audible as Jerome's climax approached. With a final, brutal thrust, he exploded inside her, his semen filling her as he let out a triumphant roar. Amy's hands clung weakly to his arms, her face a mix of spent pleasure and guilt as she glanced at you, her eyes looking at yours.

Jerome's glare pierced through the dimly lit room, his chest heaving as he pulled out of Amy, his semen glistening on her thighs. "Time for you to eat my cum" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he gestured to the mess he'd left behind. Amy's eyes widened, a mix of amusement and enjoyment flashing across her face, Jerome's grip on her arm tightened, leaving no room for defiance. "Clean it up," he barked, shoving her toward you. She hesitated, her gaze meeting yours, filled with a silent enjoyment, Jerome's laughter cut through the air, a harsh reminder of his control.