Chapter 784: Jealous Marina
The door creaked open just as Ema was about to lean down to lick my cock clean.
My head snapped toward the sound, and there stood Marina, her arms crossed, her eyes blazing with a mix of amusent and dominance. "You..." she said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness that made my cock twitch.
Ema’s face paled, her body freezing mid-motion. "M-Master’s wife—!" she stamred, her voice trembling as she scrambled to cover herself. "I was just—"
Marina’s smile was sharp, her fingers curling into Ema’s hair before she could finish. "You are stealing my man," Marina purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "You deserve to be punished, don’t you?"
Ema’s breath hitched, her body trembling as Marina yanked her forward, shoving her face directly onto my still-hard cock. "Mmmph—!" Ema gagged instantly, her nose pressing against my skin as Marina forced her to take
deep. Saliva dripped from her lips, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe.
"That’s right," Marina cooed, her fingers tightening in Ema’s hair as she ground her face against my cock. "Choke on it, slut. Show
how sorry you are."
Ema’s whimpers were muffled, her nose running, tears streaming down her face as Marina held her there, her lips sealed around the base of my shaft. She gurgled, her chest heaving as she fought for air, but Marina didn’t let up.
"Look at you," Marina murmured, her voice dark with satisfaction. "Such a filthy little whore, stealing what’s mine." She finally pulled Ema back, letting her gasp for air, her face a ss of snot, tears, and saliva.
Ema coughed violently, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I... I-I’m sorry, Mistress—!" she sobbed, her voice broken.
Marina smirked, her fingers trailing down Ema’s cheek before gripping her chin. "You will be," she said, her voice cold and sweet.
"But first... you’re going to clean him up properly." She shoved Ema’s face back onto my cock, this ti letting her lick—but only because she ordered it.
Ema obeyed instantly, her tongue swirling around the head, her moans vibrating against my skin as she worshipped
under Marina’s watchful gaze.
"Good girl," Marina purred, her hand patting Ema’s head like a pet. "Now... let’s see how well you can share."
Marina’s fingers traced lazy circles on Ema’s head, her dark eyes flickering with amusent as she leaned in closer to my cock. The air was thick with the scent of sex—Ema’s musk, my cum, the raw tang of her ass—and Marina inhaled deeply, her nose wrinkling in exaggerated disgust.
"Ugh," she said, her voice dripping with feigned revulsion as she pulled back slightly. "What is this sll?" Her fingers pinched her nose dramatically, her lips curling into a sneer. "Did you seriously just fuck her asshole, husband? Without even cleaning her first?"
I could see the glint of mischief in her eyes, the way her lips twitched as she fought to keep her expression serious. She was playing, and we both knew it. But the ga was too good to resist.
Before she could say another word, I gripped the base of my cock and swung, slapping it hard against her cheek.
The wet smack echoed through the room, Marina’s head snapping to the side from the force. A thin trail of pre-cum and Ema’s juices sared across her skin, glistening in the dim light.
"How dare you?" I growled, my voice rough with mock outrage. "My cock doesn’t stink—it slls like my slut’s ass, and you fucking love it."
Marina’s breath hitched, her fingers pressing against her cheek where the red imprint of my cock still lingered. For a second, she looked genuinely shocked—then her expression lted into sothing dark and hungry.
"Oh, do I?" she purred, her voice dropping into a sultry purr as she turned her face back toward . Her tongue darted out, licking the sar from her cheek with slow, deliberate strokes. "Mmm... maybe you’re right."
She didn’t stop there. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, her thumb brushing over the head before she pressed it against her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip. "But if it’s my husband’s cock," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin, "then it should taste like , shouldn’t it?"
Ema whimpered beside her, her body trembling as she watched Marina claim what was hers.
Marina shot her a sharp, possessive glance before turning her attention back to . "On your knees, slut," she ordered Ema, her voice leaving no room for argunt. "And watch how a real woman pleases her man."
Ema obeyed instantly, her body folding to the floor as she knelt beside Marina, her eyes wide and hungry as she watched. Marina didn’t waste a second. Her lips parted, her tongue flattening against the underside of my cock as she took
deep into her throat, her gag reflex nonexistent as she swallowed around the head.
"Fuck," I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head, her lips sealed tight around the base. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the room, her free hand massaging my balls as she worked
with expert precision.
She pulled back with a lewd pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "See that, Ema?" she purred, her voice thick with arrogance as she turned to look at the other girl. "This is how you really please a man."
Ema’s breath hitched, her fingers clenching against her thighs as she watched. "Y-Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Marina smirked, her hand tightening around my cock as she guided it back to her lips. "Good," she murmured, her tongue flicking against the tip. "Now crawl over here and lick my husband’s balls while I finish what you started."
Ema didn’t hesitate. She scurried forward, her lips pressing against the sensitive skin of my balls, her tongue swirling as Marina took
deep again. The dual sensations—Marina’s tight throat, Ema’s wet tongue—had
groaning, my hips rolling forward as I fucked Marina’s mouth.
"That’s it," Marina moaned around my cock, her voice vibrating against my skin. "Show
how desperate you are to please him."
Ema’s moans grew louder, her tongue working frantically as she worshipped my balls, her fingers digging into my thighs. Marina’s eyes rolled back as she took
all the way, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock.
"Fuck, I’m close," I growled, my fingers tightening in Marina’s hair.
She pulled back, her lips glistening as she grinned up at . "Then cum, husband," she purred. "But not in my mouth..." She turned her head slightly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "On my face."
Ema whimpered, her tongue never stopping as Marina stroked , her hand moving fast as she aid my cock at her flushed cheeks.
"Do it," she breathed. "Mark ."
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