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Marcus doesn’t wait for pleasantries.

The second you say “bedroom,” he scoops Megan into his arms like she weighs nothing. She lets out a startled yelp that melts into a moan the moment his huge hands slide under her ass. By the time he kicks the bedroom door shut behind them, her shirt is already half-off, bra dangling from one wrist.

You lean in the doorway, wineglass in hand, and watch the show.

Marcus tosses her onto the bed. Clothes shred (literally). Her jeans rip at the seam when he yanks them down; her panties are gone in one smooth tug. Megan’s eyes go wide when he drops his sweats. Eight thick inches, heavy, dark, already leaking at the tip. She drops to her knees without being told, mouth watering, and swallows him to the root on the first try. A wet, **** moan vibrates around his shaft as her throat stretches for the first time in her life.

He fists her hair, guiding her up and down, balls slapping her chin while her pussy drips a steady line onto the hardwood. When he finally pulls her off, strings of spit connect her swollen lips to his cock. He spins her, bends her over the edge of the bed, spreads her cheeks, and buries his tongue in her cunt and ass until she’s shaking, begging, voice cracking.

Then he folds her in half ankles by her ears and slams home in one brutal thrust. Megan screams, half pain, half pure bliss, nails clawing the sheets. He doesn’t ease in; he pounds her like he’s trying to split her open, hips snapping, bedframe hammering the wall. Every stroke drags a new, broken sound from her throat.

He flips her, shoves that slick cock back down her throat, then flips her again. Ass this time. One slow push past the tight ring and she’s sobbing into the mattress, pussy gushing onto his balls as he reams her. When he pulls out, her hole gapes, fluttering, begging to be filled again.

Back in her cunt (deeper, harder). He slaps that heavy dick against her clit until she’s frantic, then plunges in and rails her until her eyes roll back. Another orgasm rips through her, stronger than the last, body seizing, squirting around his shaft.

He’s not done. He drags her up by the hair, forces her mouth open, and fucks her face until mascara runs black down her cheeks and his balls slap her chin in a wet, relentless rhythm.

Megan’s voice is gone, just hoarse whimpers now. “Can’t… too much…”

He then pushes her back so that she is laying down on the bed, and he pushes her legs back farther so that her pussy is more open. He then takes his cock and starts to slap it against Megan's pussy before he plunges it in. He then starts to go faster and harder, his thrusts are so powerful that Megan's body starts to shudder as an orgasm even stronger than before roars through her body.

As he continues to fuck her you can see the sheer pleasure on her face, she is screaming and squirming with delight as her pussy is pounded harder by his huge cock. He takes his cock out of her pussy and grabs her by the hair and lays her on the bed, he shoves his cock into her mouth and she starts to suck on it.

He pushes her back on the bed and puts his cock back in her mouth and looks down upon her he then starts to fuck her mouth so hard that his balls start to slap her chin. He then pulls his cock out of her mouth and you can see that Megan is exhausted.

She whispers that she can't take any more, she is so close to passing out. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her up so that she is on all fours. He then rams his entire 8 inch cock in her so hard that her pussy starts to drip with excitement. You can tell by the look on her face that she is feeling more pleasure then she ever has in her life.

Marcus just grins, flips her to all fours, and buries himself to the hilt one final time. The slap of skin on skin is deafening. Her whole body locks up, then shudders violently as the biggest orgasm yet tears her apart. He follows seconds later, pumping rope after thick rope deep inside her, groaning low and satisfied.

He pulls out slow, watching his cum leak from her swollen, ruined pussy. One last possessive kiss pressed to her trembling lips, then he’s gone (sweats pulled up, door clicking shut behind him).

Megan collapses face-down on the bed, limbs twitching, a dazed, fucked-out smile on her face, cum dripping steadily onto the sheets. The lasagna timer beeps faintly from the kitchen.

You sip your wine and smile. Mission accomplished.