Trish reentered the guest room, and the sounds of two bodies slapping together hit Brad?s ears before he even saw them. ?Hey, Betsy,? Trish hummed and turned the camera toward the bed. ?Your husband wants to watch.??W-what?? Betsy gasped. She lifted her gaze to the camera, her face twisted half in shock, half in pleasure. ?Oh, god. Honey, I?m so sorry.?Brad exploded. His wife lay naked on her back, her bare boobs floppy on her chest, her soft stomach a touch flatter in the horizontal position, her large thighs spread wide apart to show her trimmed muff of coarse brown hair. The vision of her like that was enough to push him over the edge as it was. But then there was the other half of it all. The equally naked well-built man between those thick legs, the muscles of defined and impressive pecs and biceps, and the hefty brown sausage pummeling Betsy?s slit, buried deep and jackhammering in and out with fast and powerful thrusts. That image rocketed the building cum inside of Brad outward, globs of it spewing up and drooling back down onto his belly, shaft, balls, and thighs.Yet even after all that, he still remained hard, his small pecker rising like a distant mushroom cloud. Breath heavy, he resumed his stroking.?Don?t apologize to him,? Trish sneered. She held
Beykoz Escort the phone toward the couple on the bed, but Brad caught her reflection in the mirror across the room. She was bent over at the edge of the mattress, Dale taking her from behind. She tossed her head back and bit her lip before turning back to Betsy. ?He should be apologizing to you.??But I?m... cheating on him.??Good.?Brad audibly groaned, and his wife whimpered and clenched at the bedsheets, twisting them in her fists. Her cunt must have been drenched from how easily the stranger?s big brown cock fucked into her. With every impact of his hips, every plunge of his dick into her depths, her body shook and quivered, rippling with eroticism. She never looked hotter.?Tell her,? Trish said with a gasp and a smile. ?No, better yet, show her. Keep the camera on your pathetic little dick and tell your wife what you told me.?Soft brown eyes hazed with arousal met his own lust-clouded ones. Fingers pumping at his aching cock, Brad lovingly and longingly stared at his wife... and then flipped his camera around. Betsy squealed and arched her back, thrusting her hips toward the stranger?s shaft. ?I deserve to be cheated on,? Brad said, his chubby stomach and tiny pecker filling the
Beykoz Escort Bayan screen. ?I?m sorry you?ve had to settle on my tiny dick all your life.??See?? Trish said, her snarky voice brimming with fulfilled delight. ?His pitiful little prick loves it.? She bowed her head, dark hair covering her face as she enjoyed her husband?s cock ravaging her. ?God, you should have fucked Dale?s groomsman when you had the chance, instead of wasting another year on this baby-dicked shit.?Betsy whined and Brad groaned, a flash of heat enveloping him.?You like knowing that, don?t you? That I almost got your wife to cheat on you at my wedding.? The pace of Brad?s fingers on his short shaft answered for him, and Trish grinned maliciously through the mirror. ?I know she felt his big dick during the slow dances, and it made her all horny. He almost got her back to his hotel room... but then she slipped off to you. At least that night led to me finally getting her to admit what a fucking disappointment you were.?A strained moan rolled past his wife?s lips; the sound of embarrassment dosed with arousal. Brad echoed a similar hum and panted, ?It did???Uh-huh,? Trish said, her response laced with pleasure and barely audible behind the heavy sounds of fucking
Escort Beykoz in the guest room. Brad descended into a tailspin of depravity hearing that one of the best sexual nights of his life was the lowest for his wife. ?Tell him, Betsy,? Trish urged. Brad?s eyes rolled into his head over his dark fantasies stepping into reality. ?Look at him beating that failure of a cock. He wants to hear it. He needs to hear it. Tell him.?Through the camera, his wife watched him stroking his prick. She took in the messy and sticky state of him, subconsciously compared his pudgy gut and diminutive-sized cock to the muscled body and fat brown sausage ravishing her, absorbed her husband?s excitement over her illicit and carnal betrayal. Her reluctant and shameful expression melted into one of serotonin-drenched surrender.?It?s true. I tried to deny it for so long but that night, nnghh, you left me so unfulfilled.? He imagined Betsy lying on the hotel room bed after he conked out, awake and horny. He wondered if she fingered herself, thinking not about his useless dick but that groomsman?s cock that pressed against her as they slow danced. ?When I talked to Trish about it a few months later, she said, oohhh, she said she always suspected you sucked in bed.? Betsy?s eyes fluttered. ?I told her, ah, I told her that she was right and... she doesn?t know this but... it turned me on admitting it.?Trish and Brad simultaneously cried out in pleasure. The perverse sounds wrapped heavy chains around Betsy?s core and dragged her further under.
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