Drew’s c**k is still buried deep inside you when Stella’s scream cuts through the room.
He freezes for only a fraction of a second, then pulls out of your soaked p***y with a wet, audible pop.
Cum and your juices streak his shaft as he stumbles backward, snatching his jeans and boxers from the floor in one frantic motion.
He tries to shove himself back into the fabric while turning toward his wife, one hand raised in a placating gesture.
“Stella...Christ, I’m sorry. I...she...it just...”
He never finishes.
Stella has already dropped the Bible. She charges past him like a woman possessed, eyes locked on your naked body still bent over the bed, ass high, p***y glistening and freshly f****d.
Her hand comes down hard across your left ass cheek with a sharp, stinging slap that echoe
