"Mmmmm—Fuck—! So fucking sweet..." She moaned, her tongue lapping at Emily’s pussy, catching every drop, swallowing it down like it was the finest wine. "Aaaaaah—That’s it... Give me more... Let me taste you... Let me fucking own you..."
"I—I CAN’T—! IT’S—IT’S TOO MUCH—!" Emily sobbed, her body shaking, her ass still clenching around my cock, her pussy dripping into Jasmine’s waiting mouth. "P-PLEASE—! I CAN’T—! IT’S—IT’S TOO STRONG—!"
Emily’s hips grinded against Jasmine’s face, her pussy mashing into her tongue with wet, sloppy squelches, her juices dripping down Jasmine’s chin as she moaned into her mouth. "Aaaaaah—! FUCK—! Hmmmm—! Y-You filthy whore—!" Her fingers tangled in Jasmine’s hair, yanking her closer as her orgasm exploded from deep inside her.
SSSSHHHHHHH—!
A torrent of pussy juices erupted from Emily, soaking Jasmine’s face, drenching her hair, and pooling on the floor beneath them. "Nnngh—! FUCK—! I’M—I’M CUMMING—! AAAAAAAAH—!" Emily’s body convulsed, her thighs shaking as her pussy pulsed, squirting in long, uncontrolled spurts, her juices mixing with Jasmine’s saliva in a filthy mess.
Jasmine didn’t pull away.
She drank.
"Mmmmm—Fuck—! So good..." She moaned, her tongue lapping greedily, catching every drop, swallowing it down like it was the finest wine. "Aaaaaah—That’s it... Give me more... Let me drown in you..."
Emily’s legs buckled, her body shuddering as the last of her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed forward, her palms slapping against the wall, her chest heaving, her tits swinging heavily as she panted. "Nnngh—! F-Fuck—" She gasped, her pussy still throbbing, her asshole aching from the stretch of my cock—
SMACK.
My cock pulled out of her ass with a wet pop, slapping against Jasmine’s face with a loud, obscene THWACK. The sound echoed in the room, the impact leaving a fresh red mark on her cheek.
"Aaaaaah... hm..." Jasmine moaned, her face stinging, her lips glistening with Emily’s juices. She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming as she looked up at Emily—still panting, still dripping, still not mine because I haven’t filled her pussy with my cum yet.
Emily pushed herself upright, her back against the wall, her breath ragged. She glanced down at Jasmine—kneeling, dripping, humiliated—and grinned, slow and cruel.
"Oh..." Emily purred, her fingers gripping Jasmine’s chin, forcing her to look up at her. "Your face is all red from the cock slap..." She traced her thumb over the mark, smearing the last of her juices into her skin. "Did my big boy hurt you, hmm?"
Jasmine’s face twisted, her nostrils flaring. "F-Fuck you—"
Emily laughed, low and mocking. "Oh, baby..." She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear, her breath hot and taunting. "I already did." Her hand slid down, cupping Jasmine’s breast through her soaked blouse, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. "But you..." She pinched Jasmine’s nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp. "You still haven’t."
Jasmine hissed, her fingers clenching into fists. "Y-You bitch—"
Emily grinned, feral. "And you love it." She released Jasmine’s chin, her hand sliding down to grip her throat, forcing her to look at the mess between her legs.
"Look at yourself." Her voice dropped to a whisper, cruel and sweet. "On your knees... dripping... begging..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear again. "Just like the filthy slut you are."
Jasmine’s breath hitched, her body tensing—but not in anger.
In shame.
In need.
Emily’s fingers dug into Jasmine’s throat, her thumb pressing harder against her clit, forcing a broken moan from her lips. "Mmmmm— Look at you, Jasmine..." Her voice was a poisoned purr, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear as she felt her body tremble—not in anger, but in shame, in need.
"All red and messy... dripping like the filthy slut you are." She twisted her fingers in Jasmine’s hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her to look at her. "Do you think your husband knows how wet you get when you hear a cock slap?"
Jasmine’s breath hitched, her face burning as Emily’s words sank in. "N-No—" Her voice cracked, but her eyes—fuck—her eyes darted to my cock, still throbbing, still weeping precome, the veins pulsing with promise.
Emily grinned, feral. "Oh, baby..." She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear again, her breath hot and mocking. "He does." Her hand slid down, gripping Jasmine’s chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.
"And he loves knowing his wife is a fucking whore for a bigger cock than his." She chuckled, low and cruel, her fingers trailing down to circle Jasmine’s nipple through her soaked blouse. "I bet he jerks off every night, imagining you choking on a cock like this."
Jasmine’s body trembled, her thighs pressing together as her pussy ached. "P-Please—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, desperate.
Emily laughed, mocking. "Please what, slut?" Her fingers pinched Jasmine’s nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp. "Please let you cum?" She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear. "Or please let you suck my boyfriend’s cock while your husband listens?"
Jasmine’s face burned, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "I—I can’t—"
"Oh, you can." Emily purred, her hand sliding down to cup Jasmine’s pussy, squeezing lightly. "And you will." She pressed her fingers against Jasmine’s clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "Because if you don’t..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, cold and calculating. "...I’ll tell him exactly how much you begged for this cock behind his back."
Jasmine’s body jerked, her pussy clenching empty, aching for more. "N-No—" Her voice cracked, but her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking it desperately.
Emily’s voice dropped, cold and calculating. "Call your husband and ask him to come over here...." She tightened her grip on Jasmine’s chin, her thumb pressing harder against her clit. "And show him what a slut you are..." Her lips curled into a smirk.
"Otherwise... your hungry pussy..." She leaned in, her breath hot against Jasmine’s ear. "...will die of hunger because it’s not gonna get that cock."
Jasmine’s eyes widened, horror flashing across her face. "N-No... don’t—... I—I—" Her gaze locked onto my cock—throbbing, demanding, unrelenting—and her voice broke.
"I will call my husband here..." Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, her breath ragged. "P-Please..." Her voice was a whisper, broken, desperate. "Just give me that cock..."
My cock throbbed—hard—at her words, precome beading at the tip in thick, shiny drops.