Lena let out a breathy moan as she ground down on Ryan’s c**k, her walls fluttering around him. “No!” she panted, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “His c**k’s too small and useless. Let him stand there like a f*****g doll and watch a real c**k pound into his wife’s pussy.”
Ryan chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up to grope Lena’s left breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly as his thumb flicked over her stiff n****e. “Damn right,” he growled. “Look at her, man. She needs this. Look how f*****g wet she is for me.”
Lena arched her back, her t**s pressing into Ryan’s palm as she rode him harder, faster. “Mmffp! f**k! Yes!” she cried, her voice breaking as Ryan thrust up to meet her, driving himself deeper.
Her husband’s breath hitched, his face flushed with humiliation and arousal
