Deep Throating His Cheating Cock

The cock is thick, veins bulging, and the mouth is stretched wide around it. The hand grips the base, fingers digging in, as the tongue swirls around the shaft. The lips are slick, glistening, and the eyes are closed, lost in the act. The man’s breath is ragged, his body tense, as the woman’s mouth works him over, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside. The room is silent except for the wet sounds of the blowjob, the occasional moan escaping the man’s lips. The woman’s hand moves in rhythm, matching the pace of her mouth, driving him closer to the edge. The cock twitches, the balls tighten, and the man’s grip on the woman’s hair tightens, pulling her deeper, forcing her to take more. The woman gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop, her mouth working him over, her tongue licking the pre-cum that beads at the tip. The man’s body tenses, his breath hitches, and he’s about to explode, his cum shooting down the woman’s throat, her mouth still working him, her tongue lapping up every last drop. The man’s body relaxes, his grip loosening, and the woman pulls back, her lips glistening, her eyes meeting his, a satisfied smirk on her face.

His Wife Can’t Compare

The man’s eyes are heavy, his body spent, as the woman wipes her mouth, her tongue flicking out to catch the last traces of his cum. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, and whispers, ‘Make him remember why you fuck him better than his wife.’ The man’s body shudders, his cock twitching, and the woman smiles, knowing she’s won, knowing she’s the one who’ll be on his mind, not his wife. The room is filled with the scent of sex, the taste of cum, and the woman’s lips, still wet, still hungry, as she leans in for another kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth, her hand gripping his cock, ready for round two.