"Wait… ah… I'm… it feels weird…" Aunt Marie whimpered, her voice shaky and small. Her body trembled under him, hips twitching every time his thick cock dragged against her sensitive walls.
"That's not weird, Marie. You're loving my cock. You'll never be satisfied by your husband after taking this big dick." Mike grinned down at her, eyes dark with lust.
He gripped one of her round, perfect ass cheeks with his big hand, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to make it spill between his fingers. His other hand rubbed slow circles over the other cheek, palm warm and rough against her smooth skin.
Smack!
The sharp slap echoed loud through the video. Her ass jiggled wildly from the force, the plump flesh rippling like jelly. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale cheek, marking her like she belonged to him now.
"Ooh… it stings…" she gasped, back arching higher, pussy clenching tight around his buried shaft.
"Ugh… you slutty Milf. Your pussy gets so fucking tight when I slap your ass. Do you want more?" Mike growled, voice thick and rough.
He didn't wait for an answer. His hand came down again, harder this time.
Smack!
"Ah… ah… oh my god… yes…" Her eyes rolled back, going hazy and unfocused as pleasure washed over her face. Her mouth fell open in a perfect little O, drool slipping from the corner of her lips and dripping onto the pillow. Her hips pushed back instinctively, ass jiggling with every slap, pussy squeezing around his cock like she couldn't get enough.
"Of course you do." Mike said with a dark laugh. He kept slapping, steady, stinging smacks that made her cheeks bounce and flush bright red. Each one sent fresh jolts through her body, her thighs shaking harder.
Mike grabbed both her wrists in one big hand, yanking her arms back and pulling her upper body up off the bed while keeping her on her knees. He spun her around roughly so she faced the hidden camera across the room, like he wanted to show her off to everyone watching.
His thick cock stayed buried deep inside her the whole time, stretching her swollen pussy wide.
He started fucking her mercilessly again with hard, fast thrusts that made her whole body jolt forward. Her massive tits bounced lewdly with every slam, heavy mounds swinging wildly beneath her, nipples stiff and red. Her half-lidded eyes stared blankly ahead, hazy and lost in pleasure, completely oblivious to the camera capturing everything.
"I'm near… make sure to take it all," Mike growled, flashing a smug grin straight at the lens. He slammed in one last time burying himself to the hilt.
"It feels… too good…!" Aunt Marie's cry broke into a high, trembling wail. Her body seized up, back bowing sharply as she squirted like a fountain. Clear jets gushed out around his cock, spraying messily across the floor and soaking the sheets. Her pussy clenched hard milking him as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her.
Her thighs shook violently, a fresh flood of her juices mixing with his cum.
My cock throbbed painfully, forming a huge tent in my pants. A wet spot spread across the front as pre-cum leaked out, soaking through the fabric. I hated myself for it, but I couldn't look away.
Both of them collapsed, exhausted. Aunt Marie fell forward first onto her stomach when Mike finally released her wrists. Her heavy breasts squished against the mattress, nipples scraping the sheets as she panted for air. Mike dropped down on top of her with a low grunt, his sweaty chest pressing against her back, still half-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
"I have to say, you're nothing like the other moms I've fucked before." he murmured against her ear, voice rough and satisfied.
I fell back against the headrest of the couch, my whole body felt heavy like it had been drained. I pressed my palm hard against my forehead.
'If this was just Aunt Marie. If Mike had done all that to her… what the hell had he done to my Rose?' My heart pounded fast and loud in my chest, each beat screaming the same question.
"Fuck…" The word slipped out low and angry. My face burned hot with rage, shame twisting in my gut like a knife. I felt sick. Sick for watching. Sick for getting hard. Sick for everything.
Knock! Knock!
The sudden sound jolted me upright. I had been so lost in the video I completely forgot I was still sitting in the student council room.
I snapped the laptop shut. My hands shook as I shoved it under a stack of papers on the table, hiding the screen just in case.
Click!
The door swung open. A boy in school uniform stepped inside, younger, probably a junior. I didn't recognize his face. Short black hair, nervous eyes, bag slung over one shoulder. He looked around like he wasn't sure he was in the right place.
"Um… is anyone named Alex here?" he asked, voice soft and unsure.
"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?" I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal even though my pulse was still racing.
"Oh, my name's Peter. Sorry for bothering you… but your sister told me to come get you." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"My sister…?" My brows furrowed. Lisa? She never came to school to find me. It must be definitely Lily. Her school was next to ours, so she came to walk back home with me occassionaly.
"Yeah.She's waiting at the school gates." Peter said, nodding quickly.
To be continued…
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