Chike’s hips snapped forward, burying that thick cock deep inside Zara. She moaned loud, face turned toward me, her eyes half-lidded and wild. 

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room—wet, rhythmic, relentless. 

He gripped her hips hard, pulling her back onto him with every thrust, her ass rippling from the impact.

I couldn’t move at first. Just sat there, hand frozen on my lap, watching her take him. Every push stretched her visibly—the way her lips gripped his shaft, shiny with her wetness, pulling out pink and slick before he drove back in. 

His cock looked even bigger from this angle—long, veined, the broad head flaring each time...