Chapter 984: Barry’s Strange Request
Barry’s voice cracked, his words tumbling out in a desperate, breathless rush. His fingers clenched the closet doorfra so tightly his knuckles turned white, his body trembling with a mix of sha and twisted arousal.
"Kate... please... I’m begging you..." His voice was raw, almost broken, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. "I don’t bla you... I know I can’t satisfy you as he can... but please... let
watch. I need to see it. I need to see you... with him."
Kate’s breath hitched, her mind reeling. The shock of Barry’s confession sent a jolt of dark, forbidden excitent through her veins.
This pervert... he actually wants to watch
get fucked. He’s getting off on being cucked. On being humiliated. A wicked grin curled her lips as she processed his words, her body already throbbing with anticipation.
Fine. If that’s what he wants... I’ll give him a show he’ll never forget.
She turned her head, locking eyes with . Her gaze was glassy with lust, her lips parted as a low, deliberate moan escaped her throat. She arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air, her heavy tits swaying with the movent.
"Jack..." she purred, her voice dripping with sin, "don’t stop... fuck
harder. I want you to ruin
while my husband watches." Her words were laced with venom and desire, each syllable designed to twist the knife deeper into Barry’s fragile ego.
"Your cock is so deep... stretching my married pussy... Barry’s watching, isn’t he? He wants to see
get ruined by a real man."
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I slamd into her with brutal force. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room—schlick, schlick, schlick—each thrust driving my thick cock deeper into her dripping cunt. Kate’s walls clenched around , her body already on the edge of another explosive orgasm.
"AAAAAAH—YES—YES—FUCK—!" Kate’s scream tore through the air, her voice raw with pleasure. She looked back at the closet, her eyes locking onto Barry’s pathetic, trembling form.
"Barry—look! Look how deep he goes! His cock is hitting my womb—stretching
so wide—nnh—you’ve never made
feel this good!"
Her words were a blade, slicing through Barry’s already shattered pride. He whimpered, his hand moving faster over his soft, useless cock, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. "Kate... please... keep going... I... I like it... I want to watch..." His voice was barely a whisper, thick with humiliation and a sick, twisted pleasure.
Kate’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she took in his pathetic display. "You like watching your wife get fucked, Barry?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.
"You like seeing my pussy stretched by a real cock? Then watch closely, you worthless little cuck." She moaned louder, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her.
"Jack—don’t stop—pound —ruin —make
cum while my husband jerks his tiny dick in the closet—aaah—yes—yes—cumming again—!"
Her pussy spasd violently around my shaft, her walls milking
as another explosive squirt erupted from her, drenching my lap and the sheets beneath us. The room was filled with the sounds of her wild moans, the wet slap of flesh, and Barry’s broken whimpers from the closet.
Kate didn’t stop. She slamd herself back onto my cock, taking every inch, her tits bouncing wildly, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust. "Barry... you pathetic little cuck..." she gasped, her voice thick with lust and cruelty.
"Stroke yourself while Jack breeds your wife... aaaaaah—I’m cumming again—watch —watch
squirt all over his cock—nnh—yes—yes—cumming—cumming so hard—!"
Barry’s breath ca in ragged gasps, his hand moving frantically over his cock, his eyes wide with a mix of sha and arousal. "Kate... I... I can’t..." he stamred, his voice breaking, but his gaze never left the scene.
Kate turned her head, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her eyes burning with lust and dominance. She reached back, gripping my thigh as she whispered hoarsely, "Don’t stop... fuck
harder... make
scream. Make Barry watch his wife beco your personal cumslut."
Her words sent a surge of adrenaline through . I gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts growing even more relentless, each snap of my hips driving my cock deeper into her soaked pussy.
Kate’s screams filled the room, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm.
"Barry..." she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and cruelty, "do you see this? Do you see how much I love his cock? How much do I need it?"
She moaned louder, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "I’m his now... his slut... his cumdump... and you’re just the pathetic cuck who gets to watch."
Barry’s whimpers grew louder, his hand moving frantically as he edged closer to his own shaful release. "Kate... I... I’m close..." he admitted, his voice thick with humiliation.
Kate’s eyes flashed with triumph. "Then cum, you worthless little bitch," she snarled, her voice dripping with contempt.
"Cum while you watch your wife get fucked by a real man. Cum while you watch
take his cock like the slut I am."
But then, his voice cracked even further, his next words sending a shockwave through the room.
"Kate... please... I want more than just to watch..." His voice was trembling, his body shaking as he forced the words out.
"I want you to... to get pregnant with his sen. I want you to carry his baby... please, Kate... I beg you... Let him breed you. Let him fill you up and knock you up. I want to watch you grow round with his child..."
The mont the words left his lips, Kate’s entire body reacted. Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, a sudden, involuntary spasm of pure, filthy excitent. "Oh—fuck—!" she gasped, her voice shaking with a mix of shock and dark, twisted arousal.
"You want
to get pregnant with his baby, Barry?" Her voice was thick with disbelief and a growing, sick thrill. "You want
to carry his child while you... what? While you watch? While you raise it as your own?"
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