Jason Master
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New town... Trash route
🕑 Added 2025-06-13 06:27:08 +0000 UTCBreed her cunt and finally get his things back
He lined up his cock with her dripping wet cunt, feeling her husband's eyes bore into him. Without warning, John slammed into her, making the bedframe rattle. The wife's moan was muffled by the pillow she bit down on, her body arching as she took all of him in one swift move.
John's hips moved like a piston, driving his cock into her over and over, each thrust punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh. The husband could do nothing but watch, his own cock straining against his pants as he felt a mix of anger and excitement. The woman's eyes never left her husband's, even as she was fucked like a whore by another man.
The rhythm grew faster, more intense. John's hand reached back and gripped the husband's face, forcing him to look directly at the lewd scene. "You're going to watch me breed her," he snarled, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to watch her take my cum like the slut she is."
The wife's moans grew louder, her body writhing with each powerful thrust. John could feel her pussy clamp down on him, begging for release. He knew she was close, and he was going to make sure she came before he did. He reached around and pinched her nipple, twisting it roughly. Her back arched further, a keening wail escaping her muffled mouth.
With a final, brutal thrust, John felt his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He roared as he emptied his balls into her, his cum filling her to the brim. The wife's body convulsed around him, her own climax crashing over her as she felt him claim her completely.
The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing as John pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. The wife collapsed onto the bed, her legs shaking from the intense pleasure. He stepped back, wiping his cock with the edge of the bed sheet. "Now," he said, his voice calm and collected, "I'll take my things and go."
He turned to the husband, who was still handcuffed and struggling to process what had just happened. John bent down and unlocked the cuffs, watching as the man's hand shot to his own cock, desperate for relief. "But remember," he warned, "I'll be back if I find out you've tried anything like this again."
With that, John collected his scattered possessions and...
