Rubs his cock over John face

The husband's erection brushed against John's cheek, the head leaving a trail of pre-cum on his skin. The proximity was suffocating, the musky scent of the man's arousal filling John's nostrils. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of his situation, but the sensations were too overwhelming.

"Open up," the husband commanded, his voice a low growl. John hesitated, the remnants of his pride warring with the perverse desire that had taken root in his core. The woman's tongue continued its **** on his asshole, a relentless, teasing dance that made his cock twitch with anticipation.

"I said, open up," the husband repeated, his grip on John's hair tightening. The pain was a sharp reminder of his submission, a tangible consequence of his disobedience. John relented, his lips parting to allow the man's cock to slide into his mouth once more.

This time was different. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a strange sense of acceptance. John found himself relaxing, his jaw unclenching as the husband began to thrust in and out. The woman's tongue on his asshole, the husband's cock in his mouth, the utter degradation of it all—it was a twisted symphony of pleasure and shame that threatened to consume him whole.

He felt the wife hand rubbing his nut sack, her tongue moving from John's asshole to licking the skin between his ass and balls. The husband's grip on his hair loosened, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic. John's mind was a blank slate, focused only on the sensations coursing through his body.

The husband's pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps. John could feel the man's orgasm building, the thick vein on the underside of his cock pulsing against his tongue. He braced himself for the inevitable flood of cum, the final act of submission in this bizarre and depraved encounter.

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