Stranger fucks you

The man's thick cock pressed against your slick entrance, hot and demanding, as he leaned forward, his breath ragged against your neck. You didn't even know his name, and yet, here you were, your pussy dripping, your mothers pussy dripping, waiting for this man to take you.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled, his voice rough with arousal. You whimpered as he pushed inside, stretching you wider than Jamie had, filling you in one slow, deliberate thrust. Your fingers dug into the countertop, knuckles white, as he began to move—deep, punishing strokes that made your thighs tremble.

Jamie watched from the side, his own cock still glistening with your wetness, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fuck, look at her take it," he muttered, gripping himself as he stroked himself.

His cock slammed into you with bruising ****, each thrust dragging a **** whimper from your throat. Your nails scraped the counter as your back arched, the heat coiling low in your belly threatening to snap. "Fuck—*fuck*—" you choked out, the words dissolving into a broken moan as his hips pistoned harder, the slap of skin echoing off the tiles. The man's rough laugh filled your ear, his hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back. "Scream for it," he growled, just as the stranger's thrusts turned erratic, his grip biting into your hips.

The man’s thrusts grew savage, his cock pounding into you with brutal precision as your body coiled tighter and tighter, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. His grip on your hair tightened, forcing your back to arch, your breasts pressed against the cold countertop. Jamie’s rough chuckle filled the air as he stepped closer, his thick fingers sliding between your lips, making you suck them greedily while the stranger behind you claimed your pussy with relentless strokes.

"You gonna come for me, slut?" the man snarled, his breath hot against your ear.

The words sent a shockwave through you, your walls clamping down around him as the orgasm tore through your body, your mothers body—violent, all-consuming. You'd never felt anything like this, and in this moment, nothing mattered, nothing but this. Not being you again, not how your mum would react if she knew, nothing.

The man’s hips stilled abruptly, his cock buried to the hilt inside you as his grip tightened in your hair. “Get on the floor,” he growled, his voice rough with command. A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled out, leaving you empty and dripping, your thighs trembling from the sudden loss.

You barely had time to process the order before his hand smacked your ass—*hard*—making you yelp as you scrambled off the counter, your knees hitting the cold tile with a sharp *thud*. Above you, the man loomed, his thick cock glistening with your slick, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

The man’s calloused hands seized your hair, dragging your face toward his cock as Jamie stood at the other side of you, his thick fingers already kneading your swollen tits. “Open,” the stranger growled, the head of his shaft glistening against your lips. You obeyed, tongue flattening as he shoved past your teeth, the salty taste of your own slick mixing with his precome. Jamie’s thumbs circled your nipples—pinching, twisting—until you whimpered around the cock fucking your throat.

Your fingers wrapped around Jamie’s thick cock, stroking him in slow, slick twists as your mouth stretched wider around the stranger’s shaft. The taste of salt and musk flooded your tongue, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deeper down your throat. Your gag reflex fluttered, but you **** yourself to relax, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked hard, **** to hear him groan.

Jamie’s breath hitched above you, his hips jerking into your grip. “Fuck, just like that,” he growled, his free hand tightening in your hair, guiding your rhythm. The stranger’s cock pulsed against your tongue, his thighs trembling as he fucked your face with shallow, relentless thrusts.

The man’s hips stuttered as he tore his cock from your lips with a wet *pop*, his fingers tightening in your hair until your scalp burned. "Fucking *whore*," he panted, thumb smearing spit across your swollen bottom lip. His dark eyes flicked to Jamie, who was still grinding his thick length against your palm. "Where the hell’d you find this greedy little slut?"

Jamie’s grin was all teeth as he leaned down, his free hand gripping your chin, forcing your gaze up. "Just fell right into my lap, lady from next door" he rumbled, dragging his thumb over your tongue. "Begging for it the second she saw me. He husband musn't be satisfying her!"

"Fuck, lucky for us!" He laughed, looking down at you.. "What next babe!?"