"Aaaah... husband... yes... right there... fuck your wife harder... feel how tight I am? How is my swollen pussy gripping you?" Gabriela said, moaning.
Samantha's muffled whimpers grew louder — tiny, choked squeaks leaking through her fingers as I pounded her relentlessly. Her hips bucked up involuntarily, meeting my slams despite herself, pussy spasming around my cock with every brutal thrust.
But the moans building in her throat were too much — her hands couldn't hold them back anymore.
Gabriela saw it — Samantha's face contorting, mouth opening wider beneath her palms, a loud cry threatening to escape.
With a quick, possessive move, Gabriela leaned in and crushed her lips against Samantha's — kissing her deeply, tongue invading to muffle the screams completely. Samantha's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't pull away.
Gabriela's hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as the kiss turned filthy, tongues tangling, Gabriela swallowing every desperate sound.
"Mmmph..." Samantha's muffled moan vibrated into Gabriela's mouth — a mix of protest and surrender — as I kept slamming into her, the wet slap of my balls against her ass filling the room.
Using the telepathy I'd kept hidden, I tuned into Samantha's racing thoughts — her mind a whirlwind of panic, shame, and unwilling arousal.
[His cock is much bigger and thicker than my boyfriend's... it's reaching too deep... stretching me... filling me... oh god, I can feel every inch... every vein... it's too much... too rough... but it feels... feels so good... no... I can't...]
[ I don't want to cum again... please... not inside... not again... his cum's already in my womb... I'm so full... so scared... but it's hitting that spot... deeper than anyone... I can't stop clenching... can't stop... aaah...]
I groaned louder, pretending ignorance, hands pinning Samantha's wrists above her head as I fucked her harder — missionary slams turning savage, bed creaking under the force.
"Wife... fuck... your pussy's gripping me like a whore... aaah... clenching so tight... You love it rough, don't you? Love when I slam you like this... breed you deep... even when you're swollen and sore... I'm gonna fill you again... make you overflow... scream for me, wife... let me hear how much you need it..."
Gabriela broke the kiss just enough to moan in Samantha's place — voice wrecked and needy — then dove back in, tongue thrusting deeper to silence the girl's rising cries.
"Aaaaaah... husband... yes... slam me harder... fuck your wife's swollen pussy... aaah... it hurts so good... deeper... rougher... make me clench... make me milk you... I love it... love when you pin me down... choke me... breed me like a slut... even when I'm too sore... too full... please... don't stop... fill me again... overflow my wrecked cunt... I'm cumming... cumming from how rough you are... aaaahhh!"
Samantha shattered beneath me — body arching off the bed, pussy convulsing in violent waves around my cock as her third orgasm ripped through her. Her muffled screams poured into Gabriela's mouth — the kiss turning sloppy, desperate — as slick gushed out around my shaft, soaking us both.
Gabriela kept kissing her through it — swallowing every desperate sound, every broken sob — her tongue thrusting deep into Samantha's mouth to muffle the rising cries as Samantha's body convulsed around my cock.
Gabriela's hand slipped between us again, fingers finding Samantha's swollen, oversensitive clit and rubbing merciless circles, drawing out the spasms with cruel precision.
Samantha's hips bucked involuntarily, pussy clamping down in violent waves, milking me deeper even as her mind screamed in panic.
I felt her walls flutter and squeeze — impossibly tight, hotter than before — and the pressure built too fast, too strong.
"Fuck... wife... don't... your womb... is sucking my cock in... I can't hold it anymore... here take it... aaaaaa—"
I roared — hips slamming forward one final, brutal time — and erupted deep inside Samantha's fluttering pussy. Thick, heavy ropes blasted straight into her womb — pulse after violent pulse — flooding her even fuller than before.
Cum overflowed instantly in creamy, obscene floods, gushing out around my shaft, running in hot rivulets down her ass crack, pooling on the sheets beneath us in thick, sticky puddles. Each spurt made her body jolt, her muffled scream pouring into Gabriela's mouth as the kiss turned sloppy, wet, desperate.
Through the telepathy, Samantha's thoughts crashed into my mind like a broken dam — raw, fragmented, overwhelmed:
[Too deep... too much cum... he's breeding me... filling me again... bigger than my boyfriend... thicker... stretching me open... oh god... I'm so full... pregnant... I'm gonna get pregnant... scared... terrified... but it feels... so fucking good... no...]
[Please... stop... more... deeper... aaah... I can't stop cumming... my pussy won't let go... milking him... wanting it... I hate this... I love this... aaah...]
Her body arched off the mattress — legs trembling violently — as her third orgasm ripped through her without mercy. Slick gushed out around my cock in hot spurts, mixing with my load, soaking my balls, dripping down onto the bed in messy streams. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into Gabriela's hair as the kiss finally broke.
Gabriela pulled back — lips swollen, glistening with saliva and tears — and whispered hotly against Samantha's ear, voice dripping with possessive praise.
"Good girl... you took it all again... kept quiet... let him breed you deep... now breathe... let it settle inside your womb... You did so well... such a perfect little helper... saving my ruined holes by taking his load instead..."
Samantha collapsed — completely limp, wrecked, body quivering with aftershocks — silent tears still falling as she lay pinned beneath me, my cock still buried to the hilt, softening slowly inside her overflowing cunt.
Gabriela licked her neck possessively — slow, claiming strokes — tasting the salt of her tears, the sweat of her shame.
The soaked panties blindfold stayed tied over my eyes.
The deception held tighter than ever.
I stayed "asleep," breathing slow and even, but my cock gave one last weak throb inside her, pushing out another thick glob of cum that leaked down her ass crack.
I growled low — voice rough, sleepy, pretending confusion and lingering lust.
"Wife... I'm not done... flip over... I want that swollen asshole now..."
Samantha's eyes widened in fresh, raw terror — pupils blown, breath catching in a silent gasp. Her body tensed beneath me, pussy fluttering weakly around my cock in panicked protest.
Gabriela smirked — dark, triumphant — eyes gleaming as she stroked Samantha's hair like a pet.
Samantha shook her head frantically, sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead and neck, tears and saliva glistening on her flushed cheeks. Her wide eyes locked onto Gabriela in silent, desperate pleading — a wordless scream of no more, please, I can't take it.
Gabriela caught the look and nodded slowly, lips curling into that same wicked, knowing smirk.
She leaned in until her mouth was pressed right against Samantha's ear, breath hot and intimate, voice dropping to the barest whisper so only Samantha could hear.
"Husband hasn't calmed down yet... he's still so hard inside you... throbbing... do you have any tricks to drain him... quickly? Use them... make him cum fast... empty him completely... before he decides he wants your poor little asshole next..."
Samantha's whole body shuddered violently at the words. My cock — still buried to the hilt in her overflowing pussy — gave a heavy, insistent throb in response, pushing another thick glob of cum deeper into her womb.
She bit her swollen lower lip so hard a fresh bead of blood welled up, but she couldn't stop the tiny, involuntary roll of her hips — grinding down on me despite herself.
Her thoughts crashed into my mind again through the telepathy — raw, chaotic, unfiltered:
[OMG... he came so deep... and so much... I can feel it sloshing inside me... filling my womb... coating every inch... it's too much... too hot... I need to take the morning-after pill... right now... otherwise I might really be pregnant... oh god... what if I'm carrying a stranger's baby...]
She swallowed hard, chest heaving. Another thought slipped through — quieter, more shameful:
[I won't be able to forget about this cock... hmph... how good would it be if he was really my boyfriend... he's so handsome... tall... strong... doting on his wife like that... but his wife can't satisfy him anymore... she's too old... too worn out... he needs someone younger... tighter... someone like...]
Her gaze flicked sideways — sneaky, guilty — toward Gabriela's flushed, sweat-slick face.
[She's truly blessed... even if she's older... her husband is a young man... virile... rich... it must be because of money he married this old lady... but still... she gets to have him every night... feel this cock whenever she wants... while I...]
The thought cut off abruptly as shame flooded her again. Her pussy clenched hard around me — involuntary, traitorous — milking another weak spurt of leftover cum from my shaft.
I growled low, pretending the blindfold still kept me in the dark, hands sliding down to grip Samantha's ass cheeks roughly, spreading her wider as I gave a slow, deep roll of my hips.
"Wife... fuck... you're still so tight... still fluttering around me... You want more, don't you? Even after I filled you twice... your pussy's begging for it... clenching like a little whore..."
Samantha's eyes squeezed shut, fresh tears leaking out as she shook her head again — but her hips betrayed her once more, rocking back to meet my lazy thrust.
Gabriela's smirk widened. She stroked Samantha's hair almost tenderly — then leaned in to whisper again, voice dripping with cruel encouragement.
"You heard him... he's not done... if you don't drain him now... he'll flip you over and take your ass... stretch that virgin hole wide... breed it too... so use your tricks, sweet girl... suck his nipples harder... grind that swollen clit on him... clench your pussy like a fist... make him cum again... empty his balls so he'll soften... do it for me... do it for your poor, sore 'wife' who can't take any more..."
Samantha whimpered — a tiny, broken sound — but obeyed. Her lips found my other nipple this time, sucking hard, tongue lashing frantically while her hips started rolling in tight, desperate circles. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my cock — squeeze, release, squeeze — trying to milk me dry as fast as possible.
Her thoughts flooded my mind again — frantic, conflicted:
[He's still so hard... still throbbing... how is he not done? My boyfriend would have finished ages ago... but him... he's like a machine... keeps going... keeps filling me... I can feel his cum sloshing inside... every thrust pushes it deeper... ]
[I'm so full... so stretched... but it feels... fuck... it feels incredible... no... stop thinking that... I have to make him cum... have to drain him... before he takes my ass... I can't... I can't let him... but god... if he was mine... if I could have this cock every night... instead of her...]
Gabriela watched the struggle play across Samantha's face and laughed softly — a low, dark sound — before leaning down to kiss her again. This time the kiss was slower, filthier — tongues sliding together, Gabriela swallowing the tiny whimpers that escaped Samantha's throat as I picked up the pace again, slamming into her with deliberate, punishing strokes.
I growled louder, hands gripping Samantha's ass harder, spreading her cheeks wide as I drove in deep.
"Fuck... wife... your pussy's working so hard tonight... milking me like you're starving for it... aaah... keep clenching... keep grinding... I'm gonna fill you again... gonna breed this tight little hole until you're overflowing... until you can't walk..."
Samantha's thoughts turned into a broken chant:
[Cum... please cum... drain yourself... empty inside me... no more... no more... but deeper... harder... fuck... I'm gonna cum again... no... stop... yes... more... his cock is ruining me... ruining me for my boyfriend... for anyone... aaah...]
Gabriela broke the kiss just long enough to moan in her place — loud, needy — then dove back in, muffling Samantha's rising cries as her third orgasm built relentlessly.
I felt the pressure coiling again — balls tightening — and slammed in one final time.
"Fuck... wife... here it comes... take it... take every drop... aaaaa—"
Thick ropes blasted deep into Samantha's womb once more — flooding her already-full pussy until cum bubbled out in creamy torrents, running down her ass, soaking the sheets completely.
Samantha shattered silently against Gabriela's mouth — body convulsing, pussy spasming in violent waves, milking me dry as her thoughts dissolved into white-hot chaos:
[Filled... so full... breeding me... again... can't think... can't breathe... too much cum... too deep... too good... no... yes... aaah...]
Gabriela finally pulled back — lips swollen, eyes gleaming — and whispered against Samantha's ear:
"Good girl... you drained him... he's softening... you saved my ass... now rest... let his load settle in your womb... You earned every drop..."
Samantha collapsed — completely limp, wrecked, trembling — while Gabriela licked the fresh overflow from her stretched hole with slow, possessive strokes.
The blindfold stayed on.
The deception held.
And I — still buried inside her overflowing, bred cunt — let out a low, satisfied growl.
"Wife... fuck... you drained me good... but give me a minute... I'll be hard again soon... that asshole's waiting..."
Samantha's eyes snapped open in fresh terror.
Gabriela smirked wider.
Samantha was panting hard — chest heaving, sweat-slick skin flushed crimson — as she heard my words. Her body trembled with the aftershocks, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted herself up, letting her swollen, cum-stuffed pussy slide free from my cock with a loud, wet plop.
The moment the cock popped out, a thick, hot flood of my cum gushed from her stretched hole — a creamy white torrent pouring out in obscene ropes, running down her inner thighs in sticky streams, dripping onto my groin, my balls, the sheets below. The sound was filthy: wet, sloppy, unmistakable — like a dam breaking after being overfilled.
Gabriela's eyes snapped to my throbbing cock the second it swung free — still rock-hard, glistening with a sheen of Samantha's slick and my own load, veins pulsing angrily, the head dark and swollen.
She licked her lips unconsciously, a hungry glint flashing in her gaze before she masked it with a soft, teasing moan.
I groaned low, voice rough and thick with lingering lust.
"Aaaah... fuck... that felt so good... your pussy milked me dry, wife... squeezed every drop out of me..."
Before Samantha could even catch her breath, I grabbed her hips — rough, possessive — and flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift motion.
She landed with a soft yelp, face pressed into the pillow, ass instinctively lifting as her knees sank into the mattress. Cum continued to leak from her gaping pussy in slow, thick globs, running down her crack toward her untouched asshole.
I knelt behind her, hands roaming over her body — caressing her slim waist, tracing the curve of her hips, squeezing her smaller, perky tits — all while keeping my voice low, sleepy, pretending the blindfold (Samantha's own soaked panties still tied over my eyes) kept me clueless.
"Wife... with this blindfold on... I feel your body is a bit different... a bit slimmer tonight..."
Samantha's entire frame went rigid. Panic flooded her eyes — wide, glassy, fresh tears welling instantly. Her breath hitched in tiny, terrified gasps. She shook her head frantically into the pillow, mouthing a silent no no no
toward Gabriela.
Gabriela scoffed — loud enough for me to hear, playing the part perfectly — voice dripping with mock offense.
"What do you mean...? Am I fat now?"
I shook my head slowly, hands still roaming Samantha's trembling body — sliding up her spine, cupping her ass cheeks, spreading them just enough to expose her leaking pussy and the tight pucker of her virgin asshole.
"No... no, wife... It's just... it feels different... that's all I wanted to say. Your body is just perfect... especially those massive tits... those big, hard nipples... and these thick thighs... fuck... I want to bury my face in them... suffocate between your legs... taste how wet you are after I fill you..."
My fingers dipped lower — brushing the creamy overflow still dripping from Samantha's cunt — smearing it across her ass crack, teasing the rim of her untouched hole.
Samantha jolted, a choked whimper escaping before she could clamp her mouth shut again. Her thoughts slammed into my mind through the telepathy — chaotic, terrified, shame-drenched:
[He knows... oh god, he knows I'm not her... he's touching me... spreading me... my ass... no... please... not there... his fingers are so close... I'm still leaking his cum... so full... so stretched... if he pushes in my ass...]
[ I'll break... but his cock... it's still so hard... swinging... throbbing... bigger than anything... if he takes my ass... I'll scream... I can't hide it... but... fuck... part of me wants to know how it feels... no... stop... I'm not her... I'm not his wife...]
Gabriela caught Samantha's panic and leaned down — kissing the side of her neck softly, then whispering hotly against her ear while her hand slipped between Samantha's thighs to rub slow, teasing circles over her oversensitive clit.
"Shhh... relax, sweet girl... he's blindfolded... he thinks it's me... just breathe... clench... make him cum again... drain him before he decides your ass looks too tempting... You can do it... grind back on him... milk that thick cock... keep your hole safe..."
Samantha whimpered — tiny, broken — but her hips betrayed her once more. She rocked back instinctively — ass lifting higher, pussy brushing the head of my cock — as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks.
I groaned louder — hands gripping her hips, pulling her back toward me — cock sliding along her cum-slick crack, teasing her puckered asshole without pushing in yet.
"Fuck... wife... your ass looks so good right now... so tight... so untouched... maybe tonight's the night... maybe I'll slide in slow... stretch you open... fill that tight little ring until you're leaking from both holes..."
Samantha's thoughts exploded in my mind — pure panic laced with shameful heat:
[No... no... not my ass... he's going to... he's going to take it... his cock is right there... so big... so thick... it'll tear me... but... god... the way he's talking... the way he's touching me... like I'm his... like I belong to him... I'm shaking... leaking... clenching... if he pushes in... I'll cum again... I'll scream... but I can't let him know it's not her... please... Gabriela... help... make him cum somewhere else... anywhere else...]
Gabriela's smirk turned downright feral. She pressed her body against Samantha's back — tits flattening against her spine — and whispered hot encouragement while her fingers dipped lower, spreading the creamy mess around Samantha's asshole, teasing the rim without penetrating.
"You heard him, sweet girl... he's tempted... so clench your pussy... grind back... suck him in with that tight little cunt... make him cum inside you again... flood your womb one more time... keep your ass safe... do it... be my good little helper... drain my husband so he forgets about your virgin hole..."
Samantha sobbed silently into the pillow — hips rocking back despite herself — pussy brushing my cockhead, clit throbbing under Gabriela's relentless fingers.
I growled — low, hungry — and thrust forward slowly — sliding my cock along her slick crack, teasing her asshole with the head, letting her feel the threat.
"Wife... your ass is winking at me... begging for it... maybe just the tip... maybe just to feel how tight you are... aaah... fuck... I'm so hard again... your body's driving me crazy tonight..."
Samantha's thoughts fractured into pure chaos:
[He's going to... he's going to push in... no... please... not my ass... too big... too thick... I'll break... but... fuck... the pressure... the stretch... if he just... just the tip... no... stop... I'm clenching... I can't stop... my pussy's dripping... wanting it... no... not there... please... cum in my pussy... fill me again... anything but my ass... aaah...]
Gabriela laughed softly — dark, possessive — and kissed Samantha's shoulder.
"Good girl... keep clenching... keep grinding... make him cum... save your ass... for now..."
The blindfold stayed on.
The deception stretched thinner.
And I — cock throbbing, slick with cum and slick — pressed just the head against Samantha's virgin asshole — letting her feel the threat... letting her panic... letting her thoughts scream in my mind.
Samantha's eyes flashed with sudden, desperate resolve. The moment she felt the thick head of my cock nudge insistently against the tight ring of her virgin asshole — slick with our mixed cum and her own fear-sweat — she panicked.
Her hand shot down between her legs, fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock in a firm, trembling grip before I could push forward even another millimeter.
"No... not there... not yet..." she mouthed silently toward Gabriela, shaking her head so violently that sweat flew from her hair.
Samantha's hand shot down like a desperate claw, fingers wrapping tight around my throbbing cock — slick with our mixed cum, veins pulsing hot under her palm.
Before I could nudge even a fraction deeper into her virgin asshole. Her grip was firm, trembling, slick with the overflow still dripping from her bred pussy.
She shoved me back onto the mattress with surprising force, her lighter body scrambling on top of me in a blur of sweat and panic.
My back hit the sheets, cock swinging heavy and wet, slapping against my thigh before she grabbed it again — guiding the fat head straight to her swollen lips.
She gobbled the tip slowly — deliberately — her mouth stretching wide around the girth, tongue flicking the sensitive underside as she sucked in with vacuum force, cheeks hollowing like a filthy little whore starving for it.
The wet heat engulfed me inch by inch — slow, torturous, her saliva dripping in thick strings already — as she took her time, eyes locked on Gabriela with a defiant glare. Her thoughts slammed into my mind through the telepathy — spiteful, competitive, shame-soaked:
[Hmph... doesn't Gabriela want to know how to satisfy her husband...? I'll show this bitch... how to control men... how to make them beg... watch me drain him... watch me make him forget her loose, used holes...]
I moaned low — voice rough, sleepy, pretending the blindfold kept me clueless — as her lips sealed tight around the head, sucking hard enough to make my balls tighten.
"Aah... Gabriela... fuck... your mouth... so hungry tonight... sucking me like a desperate cumslut..."
Samantha's cheeks hollowed deeper — creating that perfect, airtight vacuum — her tongue swirling relentlessly against the slit, lapping up the leftover cum from her own pussy that still coated my cock.
Then — without warning — she slammed her head down, forcing my cock deep into her throat until her nose buried in my pubic hair, the bulge of my head visible in her slim neck.
She choked — a wet, gagging glurk — throat convulsing around me in rhythmic swallows, tears streaming down her cheeks instantly from the brutal stretch.
Again. And again. And again.
Each savage downstroke was nastier than the last — her throat bulging obscenely, saliva bubbling from the corners of her mouth in frothy streams, dripping down my balls in warm, sticky rivulets, pooling between my thighs on the cum-soaked sheets.
She gagged harder with every slam — eyes watering, mascara running in black streaks down her flushed face — but she didn't stop, didn't pull back. Her small hands gripped my thighs for leverage, nails digging into my skin as she bobbed faster, sloppier, throat-fucking herself on my cock like a possessed whore determined to prove her worth.
Gabriela watched — eyes wide with filthy fascination — then leaned in close behind Samantha, her naked tits pressing against the younger woman's back, one hand tangling in Samantha's sweat-damp hair to "guide" her deeper. She kept up the narration — moaning loudly in her own voice, covering the wet, choking gurgles with perfect, tempting filth.
"Aaaah... husband... yes... feel my mouth... so greedy for your cock... sucking you deep... choking on your thick cock... hnnngh... I love it... love how you stretch my throat... make me gag... make me drool like a filthy slut... aaaah..."
"I'm gonna suck you dry... swallow every nasty drop... no more breeding my pussy... just flooding my mouth... please... fuck my face... use your wife's throat like a cumdump... aaaah... deeper... harder... make me choke... make me cry..."
"I need it... need your cum blasting down my throat... coating my tonsils... dripping from my nose... hnnngh... thank you... thank you for letting me worship your big, veiny cock... for letting me prove I'm your perfect cocksucking wife..."
Samantha's pace turned absolutely savage — head slamming down over and over, throat bulging with every brutal thrust, gagging sounds turning into wet, sloppy gluk-gluk-gluk echoes that filled the room.
Saliva sprayed from her lips on every upstroke, coating my balls, running down my ass crack in warm floods. Her nose pressed flat against my groin each time, inhaling the musky scent of our earlier fuck, tears mixing with the mess on her face.
She sucked harder — vacuum-sealing the tip on every pull-back — tongue lashing the underside, flicking the sensitive frenulum like she was trying to suck my soul out through my cock.
Her thoughts kept pouring into my mind — fierce, competitive, increasingly broken:
[See...? See how he moans...? How his cock jumps in my throat...? This is how you control a man... how you make him your bitch... Gabriela... you old hag... you can't even gag like this anymore... but I can... I can make him cum so hard he forgets your saggy tits...]
[Watch me... watch me take what you can't... gag on it... choke on it... swallow it all... yes... he's close... throbbing... swelling... give it to me... let me drink what she begs for... let me win... aaah... his cock... so thick... filling my throat... I can barely breathe... but it's so good... so nasty...]
Gabriela's free hand slipped between Samantha's thighs — fingers finding her still-leaking, cum-stuffed pussy — and rubbed furious circles over her clit, keeping her on the edge while whispering tempting filth right into her ear, loud enough for me to hear fragments.
"Aaaah... yes... husband... ram it down my throat... make me gag... make me your filthy cocksleeve... hnnngh... I love choking on you... feeling you bulge my neck..."
"Feeling your balls slap my chin... aaaah... cum for me... cum hard... blast it down my throat... make me swallow... make me choke on your thick load... "
"I want it... I need it... let your wife drink every nasty rope... coat my guts with your cum... please... husband... give it to me... give it all to your desperate, gagging wife..."
I felt the pressure explode — balls drawing tight — and roared low, hands flying to the back of Samantha's head, holding her down balls-deep as I thrust up into her throat.
"Fuck... wife... take it... swallow... aaaaa—"
Thick, hot ropes blasted straight down Samantha's throat — pulse after violent pulse — flooding her mouth until it overflowed in creamy torrents.
She gagged hard — throat convulsing wildly around me — eyes bulging, tears streaming as the load backed up, bubbling from her nose in nasty white strands, dripping down her chin in messy floods.
She choked and sputtered — glurk-glurk — but didn't pull away, swallowing frantically, gulping down every spurt while her lungs burned and her face turned red from the lack of air.
Cum leaked from the corners of her lips in thick, sticky ropes, running down her neck, coating her tits in glistening trails.
-x-X-x-
Gabriela moaned triumphantly — voice wrecked and needy — covering the wet, choking sounds perfectly.
"Aaaaaahhh... yes... husband... filling my throat... so hot... so thick... swallowing... choking on your load... aaaah... thank you... thank you for feeding your wife... for letting me drink your cum... hnnngh... so good... so much... bubbling from my nose... dripping down my chin... I love it... love being your greedy little cum-guzzler... aaaah... more... give me more... let me gag on every drop..."
Samantha finally pulled back when the last pulse faded — gasping, coughing violently — strings of cum and saliva connecting her swollen lips to my cock in filthy webs.
She collapsed sideways onto the bed — trembling, wrecked, chest heaving — while Gabriela leaned down and licked the overflow from her chin, neck, and tits with slow, possessive strokes, swallowing every stray drop.
"Good girl..." Gabriela whispered against her ear. "You drained him... took his load down your throat... saved your ass... for now... rest... breathe... you did so well... such a perfect little cocksucker..."
Samantha's thoughts — faint now, exhausted — drifted into my mind one last time:
[I did it... I made him cum... took it all... better than her... but... fuck... his taste... his thickness... choking me... filling me... I'll never forget... never...]
The soaked panties blindfold stayed tied over my eyes.
The deception held.
And I — cock softening at last, still glistening with her spit and my cum — groaned low.
Samantha quickly stood up, legs shaking as she might collapse at any second. Gabriela steadied her with one arm around her waist, the other hand brushing sweat-matted hair from her face in an oddly tender gesture.
Samantha's thighs glistened — thick white trails of my cum still leaking slowly from her swollen, gaping pussy, dripping down her inner legs in lazy rivulets, leaving shiny streaks on her skin.
She glanced down at her own panties — still tied over my eyes like a filthy blindfold — the gusset dark and soaked through with her arousal and saliva. Her cheeks flared crimson; she looked away immediately, mortified, as if seeing them there suddenly made the entire night real.
I spoke lazily, voice thick with post-orgasm haze, pretending I was still half-asleep.
"Wife... can you remove those blindfolds... now..."
My hand lifted slowly toward my face — fingers brushing the damp cotton — as if I was about to untie them myself.
Samantha's entire body locked up. Panic flashed across her face — pupils blown wide, breath catching in a sharp, silent gasp. She shook her head frantically at Gabriela, mouthing no no no with desperate urgency.
Gabriela reacted instantly. She grabbed Samantha's wrist in a firm grip and tugged her backward toward the bathroom door, whispering quickly under her breath.
"Husband, I'm going to the bathroom... You can take it off by yourself..."
She half-dragged, half-guided Samantha through the doorway before I could finish lifting my hand. The bathroom light flicked on — harsh and bright — and the door clicked shut behind them, leaving just a thin crack of yellow light spilling into the bedroom.
Inside the bathroom, Gabriela pushed Samantha gently against the tiled wall, out of sight from the doorway.
Samantha slid down until her back hit the cold surface, knees buckling, hands flying to cover her leaking pussy as another thick glob of my cum pushed out and dripped onto the floor between her feet with an audible plop.
Gabriela stayed in the doorway — half in, half out — keeping her body positioned to block any view from the bedroom. She raised her voice just enough to carry, sweet and casual.
"Honey... I'll be right out... just need to freshen up..."
I sat up slowly on the bed — cock still semi-hard, glistening with spit and cum — and reached up to untie the panties from my eyes.
The wet fabric peeled away from my skin with a sticky sound, the musky scent of Samantha's pussy flooding my nose one last time before I tossed them carelessly onto the floor.
I smiled — slow, lazy, predatory — directly at the half-open bathroom door where Gabriela stood.
"Wife... are you going to take a pee...? Let's go together..."
The words landed like a bomb.
Inside the bathroom, Samantha's breath hitched audibly — a tiny, terrified whimper she couldn't quite swallow. Her hands pressed harder between her thighs, trying to stop the steady drip of my cum that kept leaking from her abused cunt. Her thoughts — loud and chaotic through the telepathy — flooded my mind again:
[He's coming... oh god he's coming in here... he took the blindfold off... he can see... he'll see me... naked... leaking... full of his cum... he'll know it wasn't her... he'll know I'm the one who sucked him... who took his load down my throat... who got bred twice... please... no... don't come in... I can't...]
[ I can't face him... my pussy's still gaping... still dripping... he'll see... he'll smell... fuck... I'm so full... so sore... but... god... if he looks at me like that again... I don't know if I can say no...]
Gabriela's smirk flashed — quick and wicked — before she stepped fully into the bathroom and pushed the door almost closed, leaving only a sliver open.
"Coming, husband... just a second... you know how long girls take..."
Gabriela's eyes flicked toward the shower area — the frosted glass enclosure with its long, white curtain hanging limp and slightly translucent under the harsh bathroom light. She grabbed Samantha's wrist again, tighter this time, nails digging in just enough to make the younger woman wince.
"Go hide there," Gabriela hissed, voice low and urgent, nodding toward the shower stall. "Behind the curtain. Don't make a single noise... husband might come in here any second. If he hears you... if he sees you... It's over. Move."
Samantha didn't argue. Panic had already turned her limbs to jelly. She stumbled forward on trembling legs — thighs still slick and shining with the thick, creamy mess leaking steadily from her abused pussy. Every step made a soft, wet squelch between her legs; another thick rope of my cum pushed out and dripped down her inner thigh, splattering quietly on the tile with tiny, obscene plip-plip sounds.
She stepped into the shower stall — cold porcelain biting into her bare feet — and yanked the curtain closed with shaking hands. The fabric rustled loudly in the quiet bathroom, the plastic rings clacking against the metal rod.
She pressed her back against the far tiled wall, knees buckling until she sank down into a crouch, arms wrapped tight around her naked body like a shield. Her breathing came in shallow, terrified pants — quick little inhales she tried desperately to silence, but every exhale trembled out louder than the last.
The cold tiles bit into her bare ass and thighs, making her flinch, and with every tiny shift, another thick, warm glob of my cum pushed out of her gaping pussy, sliding down her crack and dripping onto the shower floor with soft, obscene plip... plip... plip sounds that echoed in the enclosed space like tiny accusations.
Through the telepathy, her thoughts were a frantic, looping storm:
[He's right outside... he's hugging her... if he steps in... if he pulls the curtain... he'll see me... squatting here... legs open... pussy still leaking his cum... like a used whore hiding in the shower... the smell... it's everywhere...]
[My thighs are coated... the floor's wet with it... please... don't come closer... don't look... but... fuck... my clit's throbbing again... just from hearing his voice... no... stop... hide... be invisible... don't breathe loud... don't drip louder...]
I walked over to Gabriela — slow, deliberate — cock still heavy and semi-hard between my thighs, glistening with the remnants of Samantha's spit and my own load. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her naked body flush against mine, my chest to her back, my chin resting on her shoulder.
I whispered hotly into her ear, lips brushing the shell so only she could hear.
"You did a good job, wife... hiding our little secret so well... tell me what reward you want?"
My right hand slid down her spine, then lower — cupping one firm ass cheek before I brought my palm down in a sharp, ringing SMACK! The crack echoed off the bathroom tiles like a gunshot.
Gabriela gasped — loud, startled, body jolting forward into my embrace — her ass cheek instantly blooming bright red under my handprint.
She turned her head just enough to meet my eyes, lips parted, breath hitching.
"Husband... I don't want anything..." she murmured, voice thick and husky, playing the devoted wife to perfection even as her pupils dilated with fresh heat. "I'm just happy... so happy... to be able to satisfy you... to keep you pleased... to give you whatever you need... even if it means... sharing... helping... anything for you..."
I smirked against her neck — nipping the skin lightly — and delivered another hard SMACK! to the same cheek, making the flesh jiggle and her gasp turn into a needy whimper.
"Anything?" I growled low, grinding my hardening cock against the cleft of her ass. "Even if I want to fuck you right here... against the sink... while our little guest listens from the shower...? Or maybe... drag her out... make her watch up close... make her clean us both after?"
Gabriela shivered — thighs pressing together — but her voice stayed steady, dripping with submissive devotion.
"Anything, husband... whatever you desire... I'm yours... use me... use her... I'll hold her down for you... spread her... guide you into whatever hole you want... I'll lick your cum from her when you're done... I'll do it all... just to see you satisfied... just to hear you groan my name..."
Gabriela's lips curled into that signature wicked smirk as she felt my cock twitch against her thigh. She pressed her body tighter against mine, tits flattening against my chest, one hand sliding down to stroke my cock slowly — slick fingers wrapping around the base, thumb teasing the sensitive underside of the head.
She leaned in until her mouth was right against my ear again, voice dropping to a husky, dripping whisper only I could hear.
"Husband... if you want... I can make Samantha give you her asshole... bend her over... spread those tight little cheeks... guide your thick cock right into that virgin ring... make her scream into my pussy while you stretch her open..."
"I'll lick her clit the whole time... keep her dripping... keep her begging for more... just say the word, and I'll drag her out... offer her up like the perfect little gift... her ass for your cock... my tongue for her shame... anything for you..."
I nodded once — slow, hungry — and whispered back, lips grazing her earlobe.
"Do it. Get her ready. I want that virgin hole tonight... make her think she has no choice."
Gabriela pulled back just enough to flash me a filthy grin, then slipped instantly into her over-the-top, slutty-wife performance — voice loud, breathy, dripping with exaggerated lust and shameless depravity.
"Aaaah... husband... oh my god... look at you... your cock... it's rock-hard again... thicker than before... throbbing so angrily... so veiny... so ready to wreck me... mmm... "
"I can feel it pulsing against my thigh... leaking that delicious precum... fuck... I'm getting wet just looking at it... my pussy's clenching already... remembering how you stretched me earlier..."
"How you filled me until I was overflowing... aaaah... husband... you're insatiable tonight... my poor little holes can barely keep up... but I love it... I love being your greedy cumslut wife... love when you use me... abuse me... breed me like a filthy whore..."
I growled low, letting my hand slide down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her ass before dipping between her cheeks. I pressed the pad of my middle finger right against her tight asshole — circling slowly, teasing the rim.
"Wife... I want that asshole now..."
Gabriela rolled her eyes dramatically — playing up the flustered wife act — and let out a soft, exaggerated gasp as my finger pushed just the tip inside her.
"Aah... husband... wait... not yet... let me... let me wash my asshole clean first... so I won't dirty your beautiful cock... I want it perfect for you... clean... tight... ready to take every inch..."
She stepped back slowly, hips swaying, making sure her body blocked my view of the shower curtain the entire time. Her hand reached back — guiding Samantha's trembling arm — and pulled the younger woman deeper into the stall without ever turning fully around.
"Come on, sweet girl..." she whispered to Samantha under her breath, voice barely audible.
"Stay quiet... stay hidden... he's coming for my ass... but if you make one sound... if he hears that dripping pussy of yours... he'll know... and then he'll want yours even more..."
Samantha — legs shaking, cum still leaking in thick, slow ropes down her thighs — stumbled deeper into the shower stall. The curtain rustled as Gabriela drew it fully closed behind them both — the plastic rings clacking softly against the rod.
Inside the dim, enclosed space, steam from the still-running hot water began to rise, fogging the glass, blurring their silhouettes into vague shapes.
Gabriela turned on the shower head — full blast — letting the water hiss and pound against the tiles, masking any accidental sounds.
She stepped under the spray first — letting it cascade over her naked body — then pulled Samantha close, pressing their slick, cum-streaked bodies together under the warm stream.
Samantha's thoughts crashed into my mind through the telepathy — panicked, overwhelmed, shamefully aroused:
[He's coming... he's really coming for her ass... but the curtain... It's closed... he can't see... right? ]
I stepped fully into the bathroom — cock now fully hard again, swaying heavily with every step — and pushed the door wider. Steam billowed out, warm and thick, carrying the scent of soap, sex, and lingering cum.
"Wife..." I called, voice low and hungry. "I'm coming in... I want that clean little asshole now... bent over... spread wide... ready for me to stretch it open..."
Gabriela's voice came back — breathy, teasing, perfectly in character — from behind the curtain.
"Aaah... husband... yes... just a second... let me soap it up for you... make it nice and slippery... so you can slide in deep... no resistance... just tight, hot heat gripping your cock... aaaah... I'm bending over now... spreading my cheeks... waiting for you... come... take what's yours..."
I pressed my palm flat against the shower curtain—AI Lens already active, rendering the thick fabric transparent in my vision like smoked glass.
Steam curled thick inside, water drumming steadily on tile, but the sound couldn't drown out their voices or the wet slap of skin on skin.
Gabriela stood under the spray, dark hair plastered to her shoulders, heavy tits swaying as she turned.
Her asshole—still gaping slightly from last night's brutal pounding—was swollen, dark pink, and puffy, the rim glistening with water and the faint sheen of leftover lube and cum. Samantha stood frozen beside her, towel clutched to her chest, eyes wide, cheeks flaming.
I leaned closer to the curtain and spoke low into the mic Gabriela wore—voice calm, possessive, dripping with hunger.
"Okay... then I really want to taste that fresh asshole of yours. Be quick, wife. I can't wait much longer..."
Gabriela's breath hitched. She grabbed both of Samantha's wrists—hard—pulling the younger woman closer until their wet bodies almost touched.
"Samantha, please... help me..." Gabriela's voice cracked, half plea, half command. She released one wrist, spun around, and dropped to her hands and knees on the shower floor—ass high, back arched, thighs spread wide.
Water cascaded down her spine, over the deep cleft of her ass, pooling around her swollen, ruined hole.
The rim twitched visibly—puffy, dark, still slightly open from my cock stretching it hours ago, glistening with water and the faint creamy trace of my earlier load.
"You see? My asshole's already ruined... I can't take another beating from that monster cock tonight. Please... help me take it instead. I'll pay you extra, twenty thousand. Just... let him use your virgin ass instead."
Samantha's towel slipped. Her small, firm tits bounced free—nipples already hard from the steam and fear-lust. Her eyes locked on Gabriela's presented hole—swollen, gaping slightly, winking with every clench—and her breath came in short, panicked bursts.
I slipped into Samantha's mind with telepathy—her thoughts crashing over me like a filthy wave.
[OMG... what is this bitch up to...? That cock... my asshole would never be the same... once that monster takes my anal virginity... I might not be able to walk for days... but why do I feel... I really love Gabriela's husband... I can't live without him...]
Her inner voice trembled.
[What should I do...? I don't wanna leave him... ever... but will he be angry if he finds out it was me all this time...? Would he blame me...?]
I chuckled silently against the curtain. Her favorability had maxed out—she was already rewriting her entire future around my cock.
Her thoughts surged again, raw and desperate.
[I will give my virgin asshole to him... even if he abandons me after... even if he never looks at me again... I want to remember him forever... feel him splitting me open, ruining me... owning me...]
Silly girl. Abandon her? Never. My women only belong to me. Forever.
Inside the shower, Gabriela reached back with both hands—spreading her ass cheeks wider, exposing the ruined rosebud fully.
Water ran in rivulets over the swollen rim, dripping off in long strings. Her pussy hung below—puffy lips parted, clit engorged, a thin trail of arousal mixing with shower water and trickling down her thigh.
"Please, Samantha..." Gabriela begged, voice shaking.
"Just let him fuck your tight little virgin ass tonight. I'll guide him in... hold your cheeks open... whisper how good it feels when he stretches you... I'll lick your clit while he pounds you... Twenty thousand, cash, tomorrow morning. Please..."
Samantha's knees buckled slightly. Her hand drifted between her own thighs—fingers brushing her clit through wet panties—then froze. Her thoughts screamed louder in my head.
[Fuck... her asshole looks so used... so stretched... I want that... I want him to ruin me the same way... I want his cock to be the only thing my ass ever remembers...]
She stepped forward—shaky—dropped to her knees behind Gabriela. Her trembling hands replaced Gabriela's—spreading those plump cheeks wider, thumbs pulling the swollen rim apart until the dark inner ring winked at her.
"It's... it's so big already..." Samantha whispered, voice cracking. "How did it even fit...?"
Gabriela moaned low—half relief, half pain—as Samantha's thumbs circled the puffy hole.
"He fucked it for hours last night... came inside three times... it's still loose... still full of his cum..." Gabriela's voice dropped to a filthy whisper.
Samantha's breath hitched. Her fingers trembled against Gabriela's rim—then one slipped inside, knuckle-deep, testing the hot, slick heat.
Gabriela hissed—back arching. "Yes... like that... feel how he stretched me... imagine that thick cockhead pushing past your virgin ring... splitting you... filling you until you can't breathe..."
Samantha's other hand slid between her own legs—rubbing furious circles over her clit through soaked panties. Her thoughts were a broken chant now.
[I'm gonna do it... I'm gonna let him take my ass... let him ruin me... I need him inside me... need him to claim me... even if he hates me after... even if he never speaks to me again... I'll take his cock in my virgin hole and cum screaming his name...]
I pressed my cock against the shower curtain—hard enough to tent the thick fabric visibly from the other side. The head throbbed against the warm, damp material, pre-cum already soaking through in a dark spot, the outline of my thick shaft obscene and unmistakable if anyone looked closely.
Inside, Samantha took a deep, shaky breath—her small tits heaving, nipples stiff from steam and terror-lust.
"But how...?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Won't he find out it's me...?"
Gabriela smiled—slow, wicked, predatory. She rose from her knees in one fluid motion, water streaming down her heavy tits and over her still-gaping asshole. She stepped close to Samantha, cupping the younger woman's face with wet hands.
"He won't," she purred, thumb brushing Samantha's lower lip. "Leave everything to me, dear. Just... don't scream. Otherwise, he might hear your voice... recognize it... and find out it's actually you getting your tight little virgin ass ruined tonight."
Samantha's eyes widened—panic and arousal warring across her flushed face. Before she could protest, Gabriela moved—fast, firm—grabbing Samantha's wrists and guiding her down. Samantha dropped to her hands and knees on the wet tile, her ass instinctively lifting high as Gabriela positioned her.
"Like this," Gabriela whispered, voice low and filthy. "Ass out... cheeks spread... but the rest of you stays hidden. He'll only see what I want him to see."
She reached up and parted the curtain—just a narrow vertical slit, barely six inches wide at waist height.
Samantha's round, firm ass pushed through the gap—pale cheeks glistening with shower water, the deep cleft shadowed but inviting.
Her legs and upper body remained completely hidden behind the curtain; only that perfect, virgin ass was offered to the outside world—cheeks slightly parted, tiny pink asshole winking nervously, untouched ring clenching with every rapid breath.
The instant that round ass emerged, I brought my hand down—hard.
Phhhttt!
The sharp smack echoed off the tile walls, wet flesh jiggling violently. A bright pink handprint bloomed instantly across one cheek.
Samantha's whole body jerked. A high, startled moan tore from her throat—"Aaaah...!"
Gabriela clamped a hand over Samantha's mouth from behind the curtain—muffling the sound into a desperate, vibrating whimper.
"Shhh... quiet, slut," Gabriela hissed, fingers digging into Samantha's cheek. "He'll think it's me moaning if you keep it low... but if you scream, he'll know it's your virgin ass getting marked."
I didn't wait for permission.
Phttttt!
Another hard smack—lower this time, right across the lower curve where ass met thigh.
The flesh rippled, the sound wetter, sharper. Samantha's hips bucked forward involuntarily, pushing her ass further through the gap—cheeks spreading wider, tiny pink asshole clenching and unclenching in panic-lust.
"Aaah... mmmphhh..." Her moan was stifled against Gabriela's palm, body trembling, thighs quivering.
I gripped both cheeks—thumbs digging into the soft flesh, spreading her wide. Her virgin hole was perfect—tight, untouched, rosy-pink, clenching rhythmically like it was already begging to be stretched.
A thin trail of Samantha's arousal leaked from her pussy below—clear, sticky threads dripping slowly down her inner thigh, mixing with shower water that still clung to her trembling skin.
The droplet trail glistened under the bathroom light filtering through the curtain gap, marking her descent from panic to pure, filthy need.
Her virgin asshole—tiny, pink, untouched—clenched rhythmically in the cool air outside the curtain, winking like it was already begging to be stretched.
I leaned in close to the narrow slit in the fabric, pretending—loud enough for both women to hear—that this perfect, quivering ass belonged to Gabriela.
"Wife... your asshole is quite swollen..." I growled, voice low and mocking. "It's become like brand new again... so tight, so fresh... like I never stretched it wide last night."
Samantha's whole body jerked at my words—cheeks flushing crimson behind the curtain, thighs quivering violently. Gabriela's hand clamped harder over her mouth, fingers digging in to silence the whimper already rising in Samantha's throat.
"Let me taste it," I said, dropping to my knees on the bathroom tile outside the curtain. The cold floor bit into my skin, but I didn't care—my face was level with the presented ass, the deep cleft spread wide by Gabriela's unseen hands from inside.
I buried my nose right into her crack—deep between those firm, round cheeks—and inhaled hard.
The scent hit like a drug: clean soap from the shower, faint musk of her skin, the sharp tang of her dripping arousal, and beneath it all the pure, virgin earthiness of her untouched asshole—clean, warm, slightly sweet, clenching nervously against the tip of my nose as I rubbed it in slow circles over the tiny pink ring.
Samantha's eyes rolled back instantly—pupils blown wide, lashes fluttering. A high, desperate moan tore from her throat—"Aaaah...!"—muffled but unmistakable.
Gabriela reacted fast—crushing her mouth to Samantha's in a hard, sloppy kiss, tongue thrusting deep to swallow every sound, swallowing the whimpers as Samantha's body convulsed.
I dragged my nose lower—rubbing the puckered rim in filthy circles—then pushed my tongue flat against her virgin hole.
The taste exploded on my tongue: faint salt of skin, subtle sweetness of her arousal leaking from below, the clean, untouched flavor of her asshole itself—tight and hot, clenching hard the instant my tongue-tip probed the center.
I pushed deeper—tongue stiff, forcing past the resistant ring, swirling inside the narrow channel. Her asshole fluttered wildly around the intrusion—clenching, releasing, clenching again—like it was trying to suck my tongue deeper.
Wet slurping sounds filled the air—obscene, unmistakable—my saliva mixing with her natural tightness, dripping down her crack to join the trail of cunt-juice on her thigh.
Samantha's thoughts screamed through telepathy—wild, fractured, obsessed:
[Oh god... his tongue... inside my virgin asshole... licking me... tasting me... stretching me with his tongue... it feels so fucking dirty... so good... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum with his face buried in my ass... without him even knowing it's me...]
Her hips bucked back involuntarily—pushing her asshole harder against my mouth, forcing my tongue deeper.
Her ring spasmed—clenching rhythmically around the thick muscle invading her, milking it like it was already cock. Fresh arousal gushed from her pussy—splashing onto my chin, dripping onto the tile below.
Gabriela broke the kiss just long enough to whisper hot against Samantha's ear—voice shaking with her own arousal.
"Quiet... quiet, slut... he thinks it's me... let him tongue-fuck your virgin hole... let him taste how tight you are... how fresh... don't scream... don't let him hear your voice... just take it... take his tongue in your ass like a good little whore..."
Samantha's muffled cry vibrated against Gabriela's lips—"Mmmphhh... aaaahhh...!"—as I swirled my tongue deeper, fucking her asshole with slow, wet thrusts. Her ring stretched wider with each push—puffy now, glistening with my spit, winking desperately.
Her thoughts spiraled louder, more broken:
[He's eating my ass... licking inside me... my virgin hole... it's so wet... so open... I love him... I love his tongue... I want his cock next... I want him to ruin me... split me open... cum inside my ass... mark me forever... even if he never knows it's me... I'll carry his taste in my asshole for the rest of my life...]
I pulled back just enough to speak—lips brushing her twitching rim, breath hot against the slick pucker.
"Mmm... tastes so fucking fresh... so tight... like it's never been touched. Wife... you're clenching so hard around my tongue... You want more? Want me to tongue-fuck this virgin hole until you squirt?"
Samantha's body answered for her—hips bucking back hard, asshole pushing against my mouth, begging silently.
Gabriela's hand slid down between Samantha's thighs—fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing furious circles—muffling her next cry with another hard kiss.
Samantha's thoughts shattered:
[I'm gonna cum... with his tongue in my ass... Gabriela rubbing my clit... I'm gonna squirt... I'm gonna soak the curtain... he's gonna taste my cum while he licks my virgin hole... please... don't stop... own me... ruin me... I'm yours...]
Her asshole spasmed violently around my tongue—clenching, fluttering—as her pussy gushed, clear squirt spraying out in short bursts, splashing the curtain and dripping down my chin.
She came—silent but shattering—body convulsing, asshole milking my tongue like it was cock, tears leaking from her eyes as Gabriela swallowed every muffled scream.
I pulled my tongue free with a wet pop—her ruined ring gaping slightly now, glistening with spit, winking desperately.
"Delicious," I growled through the curtain. "Now... spread wider. I want to fuck this asshole until it's gaping wide even if it's swollen."
Samantha's thoughts rang one last time—surrendered, broken, adoring:
[Yes... take me... ruin my virgin ass... I'm yours... forever...]
I delivered a sharp, resounding SMACK! right across Samantha's left ass cheek — the crack echoing off the bathroom tiles like a gunshot. Her pale skin instantly bloomed bright red, the handprint stark and possessive.
She jolted forward with a choked gasp, thighs quivering, but Gabriela's arm around her waist kept her upright.
I stepped in closer — cock throbbing hard again, slick with spit and leftover cum — and gripped both of her ass cheeks firmly.
I spread them wide — exposing her tight, virgin pucker completely. The little pink ring clenched instinctively at the cool air and the exposure, winking shut then fluttering open in nervous pulses.
I hawked and spat — a thick, wet glob landing directly on her asshole — then slapped the fat head of my cock against it with a meaty thwack!
The impact made her whole body jerk, a tiny whimper slipping past her lips before she could clamp them shut.
Samantha's wide, terrified eyes locked onto Gabriela — silently begging for help, for mercy, for anything to stop what was coming. Gabriela leaned in close — lips brushing Samantha's ear — and whispered hotly, voice low and commanding.
"Take my nipple in your mouth... now... don't bite too hard... and don't tighten your asshole... let it go loose... relax it completely... otherwise you might not be able to take it... he'll tear you open if you clench... breathe... suck... distract yourself... keep quiet..."
Samantha knew exactly what Gabriela was doing — giving her something to focus on, something to bite down on to suppress the moans and screams that were already building in her throat.
With trembling lips, she leaned forward and latched onto Gabriela's erect nipple — sucking hard, tongue swirling desperately — trying to muffle herself as I pressed forward.
I lined up the swollen head of my cock against her spit-slicked asshole — pushing slowly, insistently. The tight ring resisted at first — puckering outward — then began to yield, stretching around the fat tip.
Samantha's gasp tore out — sharp, high, uncontrollable.
"Aaaah...!"
Gabriela reacted instantly — one hand clamping over Samantha's mouth, muffling the sound, while the other cradled the back of her head and pushed her face harder into her tit.
"Suck... bite if you have to... just keep it quiet..." Gabriela hissed, then let out a loud, slutty moan of her own to cover the slip.
"Aaaaaaaaah fuck... don't... don't bite so hard... mmm... husband... your cock... it's right there... teasing my poor little asshole... aaaah... I'm trying to relax... trying to let you in... but it's so big... so thick... stretching me already..."
"Just the tip and I'm already shaking... please... push... push deeper... wreck your wife's tight shithole... make it gape... make it yours... aaaah..."
"I want to feel you balls-deep... filling my guts... breeding my ass like you bred my pussy... don't stop... don't hold back... ruin me... use me... aaaah..."
But the moment I pushed a little harder — the head popping past her outer ring — Samantha's body betrayed her completely. Her asshole clenched down hard — a vice-like spasm — and my cock slipped out with a wet pop, glistening with her spit and the faint trace of my precum.
I growled — low, dangerous — and brought my palm down in a brutal SMACK! across both cheeks, the sound cracking like thunder.
"Hm... Gabriela... fuck... are you deliberately trying to clench your asshole...? Squeezing me out like a naughty little tease...?"
"You know what happens when you fight me... I get rougher... I get meaner... I'll force it in... stretch you until you're crying... until your ass is gaping and leaking my cum for days..."
Samantha's body jerked at the slap — a muffled cry vibrating into Gabriela's tit —, but she didn't dare pull away. Her teeth grazed Gabriela's nipple harder — not quite biting, but enough to make Gabriela gasp and moan louder, covering the sound.
"Aaaah... husband... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... it just... it clenched on its own... your cock is so big... so thick... it scares me... but I want it... I need it... please... try again... I'll relax this time..."
"I'll let you in... I'll take it all... stretch my dirty little shithole around you... make it yours... aaaah... spank me again... punish me... make me behave... then fuck my ass... ram it in... no mercy... make me scream into my own tit... make me your anal cumslut wife..."
"Please... husband... don't make me wait... wreck me... breed me... fill my guts until I'm dripping from both ends... aaaah... I'm yours... all yours... take it... take it now..."
She reached back — spreading her own cheeks wide — offering her asshole again, soapy and glistening, still twitching from the earlier pressure. Her voice turned into pure, shameless filth — loud enough to drown any accidental sound from the hidden Samantha.
"Come on... husband... push... force it past that tight ring... make it burn... make it hurt... I want to feel every inch splitting me open... want to feel your balls slap my pussy while you pound my shithole..."
"Want to feel you flood my ass with that hot load... make me leak... make me gape... make me your ruined anal wife... aaaah... I'm begging you... ram it in... wreck me... use me... I'm dripping just thinking about it... my cunt's clenching... but my ass... my ass is starving for you... please... now... now... now..."
Samantha's desperate, silent plea hung in the air like smoke, her body trembling under the shower spray as Gabriela kept up her filthy, over-the-top narration to mask every sound.
I couldn't wait any longer.
I delivered another vicious SMACK! across Samantha's right ass cheek — harder than before — the crack echoing off the tiles like a whip. Her pale skin flared instantly, a fresh red handprint blooming over the older one.
She jolted forward with a choked gasp, barely swallowing, thighs quivering violently.
I gripped her hips — fingers digging in deep enough to bruise — and spread her ass cheeks wide again. Her tight, virgin pucker winked at me — slick with spit, soap, and the faint trace of her own fear-sweat — clenching and unclenching in nervous little pulses.
Without warning — without giving her time to brace — I lined the swollen head of my cock up and slammed forward with brutal force.
One deep, merciless thrust buried me to the hilt inside her asshole.
The tight ring stretched obscenely around my girth — resisting for a split second before yielding with a wet, sucking pop — and I sank balls-deep in one violent stroke.
Samantha's entire body seized — eyes flying wide, mouth opening in a soundless scream. She wasn't expecting it. Not that sudden, savage invasion. Her asshole clamped down like a fist around my cock — spasming wildly — as pain and shock ripped through her.
She lunged forward instinctively — teeth sinking hard into Gabriela's erect nipple, biting down in a desperate attempt to muffle her own scream. A perfect set of teeth marks bloomed instantly on Gabriela's tit, red and angry.
Gabriela's body jerked — pain flashing across her face — but she turned it into a loud, slutty scream of her own, covering for Samantha perfectly.
"Aaaaaah fuck... OMG!!!... aaaaaaaah... husband... yes... you just... slammed it in... so deep... so fucking deep... stretching my poor little asshole... aaaah... it hurts... it burns... but it feels so good... so full... "
"Your cock's all the way inside me... balls slapping my pussy... wrecking my guts... aaaah... don't stop... pound me... ruin your wife's tight shithole... make it gape... make it yours... aaaah..."
"I love it... love when you take me rough... love when you force it... thank you... thank you for breeding my ass... aaaah... harder... deeper... make me scream... make me leak... aaaahhh!!!"
At the exact same moment Samantha bit down, her body betrayed her completely.
She squirted — hard — a powerful gush of clear fluid exploding from her pussy, spraying across the shower floor in a hot arc. Her whole frame trembled violently — legs shaking, back arching, ass clenching rhythmically around my buried cock as the orgasm tore through her without mercy.
Her asshole gripped me like a vice — spasming in frantic waves — milking my cock so tightly it almost hurt.
I couldn't hold back.
I roared — hips slamming forward one final time — and erupted deep inside her ravaged asshole.
SPURT
SPURTSPURTSPURT
Thick, heavy ropes blasted straight into her bowels — flooding her virgin ass with pulse after violent pulse — filling her until it overflowed instantly.
Hot cum bubbled out around my cock, leaking in creamy white rivulets down her crack, mixing with the shower water and running in messy streams toward the drain.
But I didn't pull out.
My cock stayed rock-hard — still throbbing inside her spasming, cum-stuffed asshole — and I started fucking her again. Hard. Relentless. Each thrust slamming balls-deep, forcing more of my load to squelch out around my cock with wet, filthy schlick-schlick sounds.
Samantha's body convulsed with every brutal stroke — her muffled screams vibrating into Gabriela's tit — tears streaming, legs buckling, pussy still twitching from the squirting orgasm. Her asshole clenched and fluttered around me in helpless spasms — milking me deeper even as she tried to push me out.
Gabriela kept moaning — loud, obscene, covering every sound Samantha couldn't suppress.
"Aaaaaah... yes... husband... fuck my ass harder... pound it... wreck it... aaaah... feel how tight I am? How is my shithole gripping you? It's because you just bred it... filled it with your hot cum... now it's leaking... dripping down my thighs... mixing with the water... aaaah... don't stop... slam deeper... "
"Make my guts churn... make me your ruined anal cumdump... aaaah... I love it... love when you use me like this... love when you don't pull out... keep fucking... keep breeding... fill me again... overflow me... make me gape for days... aaaah... thank you... thank you for ruining your wife's asshole... for making me your filthy anal slut... aaaahhh!!!"
Samantha's thoughts — fractured, overwhelmed — poured into my mind through the telepathy:
[Too deep... too thick... he's fucking my ass... no lube... just spit... just cum... it burns... it hurts... but... fuck... it's so full... so stretched... I squirted... I squirted from anal... no... no... I can't... but it feels... so intense... so deep... his cock... hitting places I didn't know... I'm cumming again... no... stop... please... more... harder... aaah...]
[He's still hard... still going... filling me... flooding my ass... I'm ruined... I'm his... no... hide... don't scream... don't let him know it's me... but... god... I want him to keep going... want him to breed my ass too... no... stop... I can't think... aaah...]
I kept slamming — hips pistoning — each thrust forcing more cum to squelch out around my cock, running down her thighs, mixing with the shower water in creamy white swirls.
Gabriela leaned forward, crushing her heavy, sweat-slick tits harder against Samantha's flushed, gasping face—smothering her whimpers while Samantha's mouth latched on desperately, teeth grazing and lips sucking greedily at a swollen nipple to muffle every broken cry.
Gabriela's own throaty moans climbed higher, louder, deliberately drowning out the wet, obscene symphony beneath the relentless shower spray.
"Aaaah... husband... yes... fuck my ass... wreck it... make it gape wide open... make me leak your thick cum for days... aaaah... I'm your filthy anal whore... your ruined, dripping wife... keep pounding... don't you dare stop... fill me again... breed my greedy shithole... aaaah... I love it... love being used like this... love how you stretch me open... thank you... thank you for claiming what's yours... aaaahhh!!!"
Samantha's body seized in another violent, wordless climax—her pussy gushing in hot, frantic spurts, asshole clenching and fluttering like a desperate fist around my cock, milking me deeper as her mind dissolved into white-hot static:
[Filled... ass stuffed full... pussy overflowing... cum everywhere... he's still fucking... still rock-hard... ruining me... breeding me... I'm his... no—yes—aaah... more... deeper... I can't... I can't stop cumming... aaah...]
I kept slamming into her spasming, cum-slicked hole, my cock throbbing with fresh, urgent heat, shower water drumming hot against our tangled, sweat-soaked bodies.
Then, voice low and dark against her ear, I growled: "Looks like my little slut wants to cum again?"
Without warning, I yanked free from her stretched, winking ass—and in one brutal, claiming thrust drove straight back into her soaked, swollen pussy. Samantha's eyes flew wide in shocked, ecstatic surprise, a strangled cry ripping from her throat.
And then I let go.
Warm, golden piss surged from me in a powerful, unrelenting stream—jet after forceful jet flooding deep into her womb, pressing hot and heavy against her cervix while my cock stayed buried to the hilt inside her spasming cunt.
The release hit me like fire—my whole body locking up in primal, shuddering pleasure as I moaned long and low at first, then louder, rougher, breaking apart:
"Uuuunngghhh... fuuuck... yesss... take it... take my piss deep... filling your womb... marking you inside... hnnngh... so fucking good... aaaahhh... feel me flooding you... claiming every inch... grrrraaahhh... can't stop... don't want to stop... uuuuuhhh... you're mine... leaking me... drowning in me... hnnnggg... fuuuuck... yessss... take it all... take every drop... aaaarrrghhh!!!"
Samantha screamed beneath the onslaught—"Aaaaaaaaaah.... Don't—!"—voice cracking into pure, overwhelmed surrender as her walls clamped down in frantic, milking spasms around both my cock and the hot stream pouring into her.
Another shattering orgasm tore through her, legs buckling completely. Her eyes rolled back, body going limp as she collapsed forward onto Gabriela's waiting chest—trembling, utterly spent, still leaking a warm trickle of my piss and cum down her quivering thighs while the shower washed everything away in steaming rivers.
Gabriela cradled her gently, stroking sweat-soaked hair, whispering filthy praise into her ear while Samantha drifted in and out of a dazed, euphoric haze—body humming, ruined, and completely owned.