Anonymous
11/5/2025, 4:52:42 PM
No.942146254
>>942141910
>>942146209
Jen’s mouth tightened around Derek’s length, the flesh warm against her tongue. She pressed her cheek to his thigh, feeling the tremor of his breath. A flicker of his ex‑wife’s smug grin flashed in her mind, and she sucked harder, as if she could drag that contempt out of his skin. Her thoughts turned to the emptiness she’d seen in Derek’s eyes when he whispered, “She never touched me like this.” Each throat‑filled gulp was a small, deliberate revenge, a silent claim that she could give him the affection that had been denied.
Mark’s fingers moved with an almost frantic precision, the phone screen bright against his palm. He stared at the reply that had just landed in the thread, his thumbs dancing across the keypad, his eyes never leaving Jen’s work. He typed, “Dude, you’re missing out,” and “If you want more, let me know.” He ignored Derek’s soft whimpers, the wet noises, the occasional sigh that slipped from his throat. The hum of the refrigerator faded into the background as his focus narrowed to the glowing rectangle.
Derek’s hips stuttered, the muscles in his thighs tensing. He tried to hold back, his breath shallow, but the pressure built like a tide. Jen felt the inevitable surge, her throat tightening as the first rush of cum threatened to spill. Just as she braced herself, Mark’s phone buzzed in his hand, a sharp vibration that cut through the room. The screen flashed with a new notification: “Friends asked for a video.”
>>942146209
Jen’s mouth tightened around Derek’s length, the flesh warm against her tongue. She pressed her cheek to his thigh, feeling the tremor of his breath. A flicker of his ex‑wife’s smug grin flashed in her mind, and she sucked harder, as if she could drag that contempt out of his skin. Her thoughts turned to the emptiness she’d seen in Derek’s eyes when he whispered, “She never touched me like this.” Each throat‑filled gulp was a small, deliberate revenge, a silent claim that she could give him the affection that had been denied.
Mark’s fingers moved with an almost frantic precision, the phone screen bright against his palm. He stared at the reply that had just landed in the thread, his thumbs dancing across the keypad, his eyes never leaving Jen’s work. He typed, “Dude, you’re missing out,” and “If you want more, let me know.” He ignored Derek’s soft whimpers, the wet noises, the occasional sigh that slipped from his throat. The hum of the refrigerator faded into the background as his focus narrowed to the glowing rectangle.
Derek’s hips stuttered, the muscles in his thighs tensing. He tried to hold back, his breath shallow, but the pressure built like a tide. Jen felt the inevitable surge, her throat tightening as the first rush of cum threatened to spill. Just as she braced herself, Mark’s phone buzzed in his hand, a sharp vibration that cut through the room. The screen flashed with a new notification: “Friends asked for a video.”