Page 179 of Yearn
Fucking Teyonah even harder, I looked up.
And that was when I saw him.
Scott.
On the stairs.
Mmmm.
Chapter thirty
The Audience
Dominic
On the stairs, Scott watched me fuck the shit out of his wife.
Leaning over sick. . .yet slowly stepping down with wide eyes. . .he knew what we were doing. . .he could hear my cock slapping hard into his wife’s very wet pussy. Probably could smell our arousal in the air and even feel the heat on his skin.
Did his cock get hard against his will?
Did pre-cum spill from the tip even as he died inside?
I hoped so as I continued to drive my cock into his wife’s beautiful perfect pussy.
The pussy he’d given away.
The pussy he’d never appreciated or deserved.
Mmmm.
“Oh. Oh.” Teyonah shuddered, so close to coming.
That’s right, Mommy. Let your husband hear how a real orgasm sounds.
Movement caught my peripheral vision.
Mrs. Patterson’s face pressed against dark glass.
Still hungrily watching.
Still enjoying the show.
Of course my rhythm didn't falter. If anything, I drove deeper into Teyonah, angling so the righteous Mrs. Patterson continued to get the full show.
The woman who clutched her Bible like a shield against demon cats while offering poisoned cookies to her sinning neighbors.
Now she watched.
Transfixed.
Still pumping into Teyonah, I held her gaze deliberately, letting her see that I knew.
Letting her understand that I saw her hypocrisy.
She should've looked away.
Should've fled in shame.
