Michael tore his gaze away from Kayla long enough to smirk at the camera triumphantly; his message was clear: your wife is mine.

Kayla remained oblivious to all of this. Her entire world was centered around Michael and his cock as they pushed the bounds of any pleasure she'd ever known.

"Ohhhh, that's it. Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me, please, just fuck me!" Kayla cried, her voice muffled by the mattress.

Michael gave my wife what she asked for, continuing to thrust powerfully into her deepest recesses. But even this utter domination wasn't enough. My humiliation was not yet finished.

"You like how I fuck you?" he asked between ragged...