Keep watching

You stay hidden in the doorway and keep watching.

The man shifts his grip, pushes Natasha’s knees higher toward her chest, and drives into her even deeper. The wet sound of her cunt taking him fills the living room. He leans down close to her ear, voice low and commanding, and tells her to speak.

“Tell me how I feel compared to your husband.”

Natasha’s answer comes out broken by the force of his thrusts, but she does not hold back.

“You are so much thicker. So much harder. He is long but he has never filled me like this. You stretch me open in a way he never could. I can feel you in my stomach every time you push in.”

He keeps the same powerful rhythm and demands more.

“Tell me how you take me versus how you take him.”

She moans loudly, hands gripping the cushions, and obeys.

“With him I just lie there and wait for it to be over. With you I cannot stop moving. I push back. I want every inch. I have cum twice already and you are still going. He never lasts long enough to make me finish even once anymore. You make me drip down the sofa.”

The man changes the angle, hitting a spot that makes her cry out, and keeps pressing.

“Say it clearly. Whose cock do you prefer.”

Natasha’s voice rises, raw and shameless while he rails her without slowing.

“Yours. I prefer yours. His sits there hard in the mornings and I turn away because I cannot be bothered. Yours makes me open my legs the second you look at me. You fuck me like you own this cunt. He has not owned it in months. Keep going. Make me cum again on the cock that actually deserves it.”

She climaxes a third time while the words are still leaving her mouth, body shaking hard under him, the comparison still spilling out between gasps as he shows no sign of finishing and simply continues to take her with the same relentless force. You remain motionless in the shadows of the hallway, listening to every debauched comparison she offers while her married body accepts him completely.