Lena Whitmore trembled as Yasin's fingers trailed down her body, slipping between her thighs. The moment his touch reached her dripping core, her entire body shuddered with involuntary pleasure.
"Filthy slut," Yasin growled. Beneath Lena's icy, untouchable Hollywood goddess exterior was the body of a desperate, insatiable whore.
Her lips might have been begging him to stop, but her pussy told a different story—clenching hungrily around his fingers, sucking them deeper as he teased her swollen G-spot.
"Please, sir! Even if you're going to… do this… not here—ah! ~~~ Oh God! ~~~ Nnngh!!"
Maybe it was the shame of being violated right beside her unconscious husband, but Lena's body betrayed her completely.
With a sharp cry, she came hard, gushing slick arousal all over Yasin's hand. Her inner walls convulsed, her tight channel pulsing with such fierce suction that his fingers were practically swallowed whole.
The sensation was unbelievable—hot, velvety muscles gripping and milking him as if desperate to pull him deeper.
If her pussy could do this to just his fingers, Yasin could only imagine how it would feel wrapped around his cock.
"Fuck! You're that desperate already?" Yasin snarled, his control snapping.
He shoved Lena onto the table, his mouth crashing down on hers in a brutal, possessive kiss. His hands roamed roughly over her flawless skin—her throat, her collarbone, the delicate shell of her ear—each touch drawing another wanton moan from her lips.
"No… please, sir! ~~~ This is wrong! ~~~ We can't—ah! ~~~ Nngh! ~~~ Oh God, stop! ~~~ I can't take it! ~~~ Please, be gentle! ~~~ Ah!"
The scent of Lena's arousal mixed with the rich tang of wine, pushing Yasin's lust into overdrive.
Beneath him, writhing and begging, was Lena Whitmore—Hollywood royalty, a woman men fantasized about but could never touch.
And now, her naked body was his to claim.
With a feral growl, Yasin ripped his shirt off, pressing his bare chest against her pert breasts. Her nipples—hard and desperate—rubbed against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.
His cock throbbed, aching and fever-hot.
One hand still wrapped around Lena's throat, Yasin tore open his belt with the other, shoving his pants down just enough to free his erection. He yanked his boxers off entirely, draping them over Lena's golden hair like a perverse trophy.
Her porcelain skin was flushed pink, her thighs trembling as she tried—and failed—to resist. Every time she squeezed her legs together, it only made her dripping slit rub against itself, stoking the fire higher.
When Yasin's cock slid against her inner thigh, Lena's resistance shattered.
Her legs fell open, her hips lifting instinctively, silently begging for him.
Yasin groaned as the swollen head of his cock dragged through her slick folds, her pussy lips clinging to him like they didn't want to let go.
Then, with one brutal thrust—
He was inside.
Lena's body welcomed him like it had been made for this. Her inner walls fluttered, her velvety channel tightening in waves, sucking him deeper with every inch.
The sensation was unreal, hot, wet perfection gripping him so tightly it was almost painful.
Just being sheathed inside her, unmoving, was enough to make Yasin's vision blur with pleasure.
"Ah! ~~~ No! ~~~ Nnn—we can't! ~~~ Oh! ~~~ Oh God! ~~~ Please, finish quickly! ~~~ He's waking up! ~~~ Don't let him see—ah! ~~~ Nngh!"
Lena's legs locked around Yasin's waist, her body tensing as Jack stirred nearby. The sudden clench of her muscles only made her pussy squeeze him tighter.
Yasin snarled, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her breast as he pistoned into her, his hips slamming against hers in a relentless rhythm.
"Ah! ~~~ Ahhh! ~~~ No! ~~~ Don't stop! ~~~ I'm—I'm gonna—AHHH!"
Lena's back arched, her nails digging into Yasin's shoulders as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking him with frantic pulses.
But Yasin wasn't done.
Just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled out, leaving her gasping and empty.
Then, with a cruel smirk, he kicked Jack's wounded leg—hard.
The pain jolted Jack awake, his groggy eyes struggling to focus as two figures moved in front of him.
Lena, now completely lost to lust, didn't even notice. She clawed at Yasin, her hips grinding against his cock, desperate to impale herself again.
"Sir! ~~~ Please! ~~~ Don't stop now! ~~~ I'll do anything! ~~~ Use me! ~~~ Fuck my filthy pussy as much as you want, just—ah! ~~~ Please!"
Yasin chuckled darkly, deliberately teasing her, letting the tip of his cock brush her entrance before pulling away each time she tried to take him inside.
"From now on, you call me Master," he ordered, gripping her hair.
The more he denied her, the wilder Lena became, her skin flushed, her breath ragged, tears of frustration streaking her face.
As his vision gradually cleared, Jack Coleman saw his beloved wife Lena Whitmore riding the man he despised, her plump ass bouncing as she pressed her hands against the man's chest. She moaned and begged, her flushed body writhing in pleasure.
Then, Jack saw the man lying beneath his wife smirk at him mockingly.
And in the next moment—
Schlick!
That thick, cock plunged deep into his wife's dripping pussy.
"NOOOOO!!!"
Jack screamed inside his mind, but blood loss had left him weak, and his mouth was stuffed with Lena's pink panties…
All that came out was a muffled, "Mmmph!! Mmmph!!"
"Ohhhh!! Master!!~~ Your cock is the best I've ever had! Ah!~~ Ohhh!~~ I'm gonna cum!~~ Please! Please fill my womb with your cum!!"
With one final slutty moan, Jack watched as his wife's ass slammed down, burying the man's cock to the hilt inside her.
Her body shuddered in ecstasy, a satisfied whimper escaping her lips—
Then, as she lifted her hips again, a gush of creamy fluids mixed with the man's seed sprayed from her well-fucked pussy.
His wife had just orgasmed—no, squirted—right in front of him, with another man!
In all their years of fucking, Lena had never squirted for him!
You bitch! You filthy slut! Whore! Cunt!!!
DIE!!!
GODDAMN WORTHLESS SLUT!!!
GOD!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!
FUCK!! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!!!
Jack thrashed wildly against his bonds, his face and neck turning red with rage, veins bulging as he snarled like a beast. But with his body tightly bound and his left leg bleeding from the gunshot wound, his struggles were useless.
He couldn't even scream his hatred at the two traitors fucking right in front of him!
Rage.
Fury.
Despair.
Humiliation, confusion, agony, heartbreak—
A tidal wave of emotions drowned Jack, turning the handsome superstar into a sobbing, broken wreck.
This was worse than death.
"Ah, Mrs. Coleman… it seems your dear husband is awake. I'm sure he's very proud of your… performance just now."
Yasin smirked, stroking Lena's ass as he watched Jack's furious, helpless expression.
Hearing Yasin's words and the muffled growls behind her, Lena—still trembling from her orgasm—suddenly scrambled off Yasin in panic. She clamped her thighs together, covering her reddened, bite-marked breasts as she shivered.
"Jack! I—I'm sorry! It's not what you think! H-He forced me! I had to… to save you…"
Lena stammered, her face flushed with guilt.
"Oh? I didn't force you, Mrs. Coleman." Yasin ran his fingers along Lena's smooth thigh, shrugging innocently at Jack. "Your husband saw everything. How you begged for my cock. How you grabbed it and stuffed it inside your greedy little pussy yourself."
"YOU!! Please—stop talking! Please!!"
Lena's face burned crimson as she clutched at Yasin, her eyes pleading.
The shame, the guilt, the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked in front of her husband—it had awakened something dark inside her.
In that moment of climax, Lena Whitmore had become a slut beyond control.
Maybe it was her instinct to submit to a stronger man.
Or maybe she'd always been this depraved deep down.
Either way, she had loved it.
And now, facing her powerless husband, all she felt was… disgust.
"Mmmph!! Mmmph!!"
Jack's bloodshot eyes burned with murderous rage, locked onto Lena.
She flinched, scrambling behind Yasin like a frightened rabbit.
"See, Mrs. Coleman? Your husband looks like he wants to kill you." Yasin chuckled darkly, pulling the trembling Lena into his arms.
"But don't worry, darling…I'll keep you safe from him"
Yasin looked at Jack, who had completely gone crazy, with a provocative expression on his face, and a wicked arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.