Mark's POV
The phone clattered onto the nightstand as Lisa hung up on our kids mid-sentence. Her body was still trembling on the bed, with her knees spread, that thick vibrating plug buzzing mercilessly inside her ass. The low setting had already turned her into a leaking, whimpering mess, but I wasn’t nearly done. Not even close.
I stood over her, c**k rock-hard again despite the brutal elevator f**k and the load I’d painted across her back earlier. “Look at you,” I murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Moaning like a w***e on the phone with our children listening. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
She nodded frantically, her face buried in the sheets, her hips twitching involuntarily against the relentless vibrations. “Yes… Sir. Please…”
That word, Sir, sent a fresh surge of domin
