Roy woke up to a slow, wet heat wrapped around his cock. His eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, only to see Samantha's plump lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep again.
"Mmmph… good morning," she purred around his cock, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his, full of mischief.
Roy groaned, his voice rough from sleep. "Fuck… good morning to you too."
His hand tangled in her hair as she sucked him harder, her mouth hot and eager. His cock throbbed, already fully hard, thicker and longer than her husband's—something she had enthusiastically confirmed last night.
Sofia was still asleep beside them, her naked body sprawled out, her breasts rising and falling with each soft breath. The sheets were tangled around her hips, leaving her smooth skin on display, the faint marks from last night's passion still visible.
Roy smirked.
Last night had been wild—both women screaming, begging, taking his cock like they were made for it. And now, even before breakfast, Samantha was back for more.
She pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, her lips glossy with spit. "Want me to ride you?" she whispered, already climbing over him, her wet pussy hovering just above his shaft.
Roy didn't answer—he just grabbed her hips and yanked her down, impaling her in one rough thrust.
"Ahhh!~" Samantha gasped, her head falling back as she took him to the hilt. "Fuck, you're so—ah!—bigger than him…"
Roy chuckled darkly, gripping her waist as she started bouncing, her tight walls squeezing him perfectly. "Yeah? You like that?"
"Mmm, yes!" she moaned, her tits bouncing as she rode him faster.
Sofia stirred beside them, still half-asleep, her hand lazily sliding between her own thighs as she listened to the wet slap of skin.
Roy watched his wife for a moment—seeing her fingers rub her clit in slow circles—before turning his attention back to Samantha. He thrust up hard, making her cry out, before flipping her onto her back, pinning her legs apart.
"Tell me where you want it," he growled, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Inside!" she begged, nails digging into his shoulders. "Fill me up—ah!—please!"
Roy glanced at Sofia again—still pretending to sleep, but her fingers were moving faster now.
"You sure?"Roy hesitated, slowing his thrusts just to watch Samantha squirm beneath him.
Her nails dug into his back, her hips jerking up desperately. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Fill me up!"she whined, her voice breaking.
She had felt his cock reaching her womb and than flood of cum loaded inside her and then she came hard. That was the best orgasms, she had. So she wanted to feel that sensations and that feeling again to that she had an idea, to provoke Roy to Fuck her hard and shot his load into her.
Roy knew it was wrong. Cumming inside another man's wife—but he'd already done it last night. And now, here she was, begging for it again.
"You know my husband has a thick cock," she gasped, her lips curling into a smirk. Roy's jaw clenched, his thrusts turning rougher.
"I bet he's fucked your wife very hard ," she taunted, her voice dripping with wicked pleasure.
"Stretching her tight little pussy wide open… making her scream his name."
Roy's grip on her hips turned bruising. "Shut up,"he growled—but she didn't stop.
"Don't you think it's fair?" she moaned, arching under him.
"You fuck his wife… he fucks yours…"
That did it.
With a snarl, Roy slammed into her, his cock swelling as he buried himself to the hilt. "Take it, then," he grunted, his release surging into her in hot, thick pulses.
Samantha shrieked, her walls clamping down on him like a vice, milking every last drop as her own climax ripped through her. Her legs trembled violently around his waist, her moans turning into breathless whimpers.
When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped lazily from her well-fucked pussy, glistening in the morning light.
She grinned up at him, still panting. "Now we're even."
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Roy got dressed quickly and headed to his office building. He had breakfast, but Samantha didn't join him—she said she needed to go home since she'd spent the night here, and her husband would be getting impatient.
As Roy stepped into the elevator, he heard someone call out. He turned and saw his friend Sudou Hanato, an Asian guy, walking up.
"Good morning," Sudou Hanato said.
"Morning," Roy replied.
They entered the elevator together, along with a few other people. Harto nudged Roy and whispered, "Don't forget—you're coming tonight, right?"
Roy nodded. "Yeah, I remember. I'll be there."
Yesterday, Sudou Hanato had mentioned that he and Ayumi have been married for almost two years and are about to celebrate their 2nd anniversary. So he wanted Roy and his wife to come to their housewarming tomorrow at evening. That way, Ayumi could also meet Sofia again — they could talk to each other.
He took out his phone message Sofia about the program.
The elevator stopped at Harto's floor. "See you later," Harto said before stepping out.
He went to the apartment, where tables were arranged in rows with computers. Several men and women were working there. Roy rode up to his own office, his employees greeted him as entered his office, and sat down at his chair. He let out a long breath, thinking about last night—and this morning.
Damn… I've never had this much sex in 24 hours before.