He slams into me.
One thrust. No warning. Balls deep in a cunt that’s never taken anything this big.
I scream.
“Tight,” Vincent grunts, pulling back and slamming home again. “Ten years with that pencil d**k and she’s still gripping me like a virgin. Derek, what the f**k have you been doing wrong?”
He f***s me hard. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air from my lungs, shoves me forward on the carpet, makes sounds come out of me that I’ve never heard before.
“You feel that?” He’s talking to Derek, not me. “This is what she needed. This is what you couldn’t give her. While you were balls deep in your secretary, your wife was home aching for a real fucking.”
I should defend Derek. Should protest.
Instead, I push back into each thrust.
“Harder,” I gasp. “f**k me harder.”
Vincent laughs.
