Natasha enjoys this a little too much

Natasha’s expression shifts as the shock fades and something darker and more interested takes its place. She looks down at Ruby’s face forced between her thighs, then up at you stroking your thick cock while you hold her there, and a slow, almost curious smile curves her mouth.

She enjoys this. More than she should. The power of it settles over her like a new piece of clothing she is trying on and already likes the fit of.

She reaches down, rests both hands on the back of Ruby’s head, and takes over the pressure from you. Her fingers thread into Ruby’s hair and push her harder against her cunt, rolling her hips at the same time so the wet contact is constant and deep.

“Stay right there,” Natasha says, voice low and newly commanding. “You wanted me so badly you lied for months. Now you get to stay on your knees and earn it. Lick properly. I want to feel that tongue working while my husband watches and strokes that big cock you helped keep away from me.”

Ruby makes a muffled sound but does not pull away. Natasha keeps her pinned, thighs framing Ruby’s head, the soft curves of her body now fully in control of the rhythm. She starts giving quiet, precise instructions, the same vanilla wife who spent months saying no now discovering how much she likes being the one who says when and how.

“Slower. Use the flat of your tongue. Right there. Good. Now fingers. Two of them. Curl them the way you did earlier when you were still pretending this was about comfort.”

She glances at your fist moving on your cock and her eyes darken with open interest.

“Look at him. Still hard after everything. Still stroking while you eat me. You did this. You created this exact scene with every quiet lie. So keep going. Make me cum on your face while he gets closer. I want him to see it. I want him to watch me use the woman who tried to take his place.”

Natasha’s breathing grows heavier. Her hips move with more purpose, grinding against Ruby’s mouth in slow, deliberate circles. The power is clearly feeding her arousal. She keeps one hand locked in Ruby’s hair and uses the other to pinch her own nipple through the open robe, eyes flicking between your stroking fist and the top of Ruby’s head.

“Deeper. I said deeper. You spent months making me feel wanted. Prove it. Make me soak your chin while my husband stands there with his cock out because of what you started. This is what you get for every story about Cheryl. This is what you get for every time you made me turn him down. Take it.”

Ruby’s athletic shoulders flex as she obeys, the wet sounds growing louder under Natasha’s control. Natasha’s head tips back against the cabinets again, but this time the moans that leave her are edged with something sharper and more dominant. She is no longer just receiving. She is directing. She is using the woman on her knees and the man standing hard in front of her, and the realisation that she can do both at once is clearly going to her head.

She locks eyes with you over Ruby’s working mouth and speaks one more quiet, powerful instruction.

“Do not cum yet. I want you still hard when I finish on her face. I want you to see exactly what she turned me into.”