Grant’s face twisted with pure fury as he took in the scene on his own bed.
Stella’s legs were still spread wide, Ian’s thick c**k buried deep inside her dripping, well-f****d p***y, c*m already leaking out around the base.
Stella’s massive t**s were covered in hickeys and bite marks. The air reeked of s*x.
“Get the f**k out of my bed,” Grant snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “Both of you…Now.”
Stella’s eyes widened. She tried to scramble back, but Ian stayed locked inside her for a second longer, almost defiant.
Grant stepped forward, grabbed Ian by the hair and yanked him off his wife with brutal force.
Ian’s c**k slapped wetly against his stomach as he was dragged off the mattress.
Stella yelped, c*m running down her thighs onto the sheets.
“You disgusting w***e,” Grant
