Mrs Kukoyi pulled off with a gasp, licking the length of him slowly before sliding back down, deeper this time, until her lips met her hand.
She looked at Tosin and said. “Now watch me as I take it all.”
Oga Fred’s eyes widened, breath stuttering. But she was already moving. She relaxed her throat, adjusted her angle, and started to slide down, past the point where she normally stopped. His hands flew to her hair.
“Wait, baby, don’t hurt yourself” But she didn’t stop. She kept going, Inch by inch, until her lips brushed his base. Her nose pressed to his skin. She had him all the way in; he made a sound, half growl, half groan as his hips jerked. “Holy fuck. Susu.”
She held him there, swallowing softly, letting her throat adjust around his size. Then she slowly pulled back, gasping for air, spit trailing down her chin. She looked up at him again, eyes glazed, lips swollen, breathing ragged.
She smiled and took him again. This time faster, sloppier, her mouth gliding over him with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room. She pumped the base with one hand, the other gripping his thigh for balance as she bobbed her head faster, deeper, gagging once—then again, until it started to make her wet just hearing the sounds coming from him.
The husband’s control was breaking. His hips began to move with hers, thrusting up into her mouth slowly at first, then faster, more desperate.
“I’m about to fucking cum,” he warned. “Baby….”
She moaned around him and didn’t stop.
He grabbed her hair tight, and with a guttural groan, he came hard into her mouth, thick pulses spilling down her throat as he fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, unable to hold back. His wife swallowed it all, never looking away. Until he finally stilled, panting, wrecked, she let him slip from her lips and licked the rest off her chin.
Then she crawled up his body, kissed his jaw, and whispered, “Let me show you my magic.”
Mr Kukoyi turned to Tosin, and their eyes met.
His wife straddled him slowly and let her heat settle against his still-hard cock. Her thighs pressed firmly against his hips, her hands steady on his chest. She could feel him, thick, heavy, and hard, pressing right against the heat between her legs.
Her body was still buzzing, wet and swollen from his mouth and fingers, but now it was different. Now it was real, because this wasn’t teasing anymore.
She leaned in, kissed him deep, and said against his lips, “I want to ride you.” As she reached down, wrapped her hand around his shaft, and guided the head of his cock right against her entrance.
They both inhaled sharply. Just the touch of him there made her pulse between her thighs. She was soaked, open, aching and still he felt impossibly big for her. But she didn’t hesitate; she started to sink down, her breath caught halfway. Her body instinctively clenched.
He stretched her slowly and deeply.
Her lips parted in a soundless moan, hips pausing for just a second as her body adjusted to the size of him.
“Fuck,” she whispered as she lowered more, to take more of him inside her.
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips. His lovely wife stared down at herself, one hand resting over her lower belly, genuinely amazed, before she sank down the rest all the way, taking all of him.
Her breath stuttered, his head dropped back with a low, guttural moan.
She was fully impaled, buried so deep on his cock that she couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. Her body pulsed around him, holding him tight, every nerve lit up like fire under her skin. Then she gasped and froze, still seated, still stunned, and still wide-eyed. Wiggling her hips slightly. “That was your cock hitting my soul.” She said with a light giggle.
Her husband’s laughter turned into a moan. “You will kill me.”
She leaned down and kissed him, deep and slow, her voice low and teasing against his lips.”Not yet.”
They were completely engrossed in their act, lost in each other as if they had no idea Tosin was present let alone right there on the same bed with them. It was as though she had vanished from their consciousness, like a shadow in the corner.
They did not glance in her direction, nor did they pause or falter, as if her presence didn’t matter or worse, as if it somehow added to their pleasure.
To Tosin, it felt surreal, almost dreamlike. She was there, fully awake, her senses heightened. She couldn’t understand why they had chosen to have sex in front of her.
They could have gone to their room, locked the door behind them, yet they remained there in her room, carrying on with such intensity and focus. She couldn’t help but feel caught in the middle of something she neither chose nor expected.
She was stunned at her madam’s energy; the woman was no amateur. The deep throating, the way she rode her husband without hesitation, each movement fluid and deliberate. Her confidence and precision were almost hypnotic.
Tosin wasn’t surprised when she saw her madam moving up again, like she was not done with her husband, and there she was, eager to feed her eyes again; she couldn’t ignore them. Her curiosity had taken root, wrapping itself around her mind, blurring the lines between discomfort and intrigue.
Mrs Kukoyi was far from done, in fact she looked like she was starting a new chapter. Her palms pressed to her husband’s chest, she began to ride him in slow, deliberate movements, deep and wet. Her hips rolling in figure-eights, her breath came in quick, ragged gasps, her hair clinging to her damp skin.
Oga Fred gripped her thighs like he was holding himself together through sheer force. He reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples as they bounced with her rhythm. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled.
Mrs Kukoyi moaned and moved faster, her thighs burning, sweat slick between their bodies. “You like watching me?”
He groaned, thrusting up once. “I’d watch this for the rest of my life.”
She leaned forward, kissed him, and then pulled back. She had this playful, wicked, and breathless expression. She rose up suddenly, slow and steady until only the tip of his cock was still inside her. Her body pulsed around nothing, empty now, aching for him.
He gripped her hips tighter like he knew what she was about to do, and even Tosin watched in amusement.
She smirked. And without warning, she dropped hard, her thighs smacking down against his, her ass flushed against his hips as she slammed him all the way in. The sound of it cracked through the room like thunder.
Oga Fred let out a strangled moan. “Fuck…..!”
Mrs Kukoyi cried out loud, too, shocked by the suddenness, the depth. Her eyes flew wide as her mouth hung open. Even Tosin shook as she saw what her madam just did, a ripple of shiver ran through and she marveled at the risky stunt her madam just pulled.
Now she knew and understood better how those sounds she heard came about.….. Her madam was a dangerous fucker.
Mrs Kukoyi’s pussy was still wrapped tight around her husband’s cock, clenching, adjusting to the shock of taking him all the way in at once. She looked down at herself in awe, one hand pressing against her lower belly.
“You like it?” he asked her. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing, thumbing her nipples until she cried out
“I love it.” And then she started moving, fast, hard and recklessly. She bounced on him like she wanted to forget her own name, like she needed to feel every inch, every pulse of his cock inside her.
The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room, echoing off the walls with every brutal thrust.
Then he sat up, wrapped his arm tight around her waist, and began to fuck into her from below.
She moaned loudly, lost in the rhythm, she whimpered and called his name repeatedly like she was trying to cram his name. She leaned forward and whispered something that sounded like gibberish into his ear.
Ordinarily, the act of talking into his ear drove him nuts, and he drove harder and faster, ramming into her like it was all that mattered, until she came.
Her orgasm hit fast and violent, tearing through her as she clung to him, every part of her body shook, and Oga Fred felt her vibrations along with the feel of her orgasm as it soaked his cock. She moaned into his neck, her hips still grinding, pulsing around him like her body couldn’t let go.
But her darling husband wasn’t done with her either. He slapped her ass hard, causing her to gasp and moan again. Then he grabbed her hips, helped her move and adjust herself, and then he began to fuck her again through her aftershocks, building her back up.
“I want you to cum one more time,” he said, voice low and rough.
Mrs Kukoyi looked down at him, she was completely dazed and ruined, but she still managed to let out a weak chuckle with a smile that told she was tired already.
And then she rode, this time she rode him for a couple of seconds before she rose again and did her powerful stunt, slamming onto him without caution. She did it again and again, slamming down on him recklessly, until the room blurred around her and her vision darkened at the edges.
Oga Fred whispered her name, he held her tighter and then pulled her down into one final, desperate kiss.
Mrs Kukoyi came again–louder this time, shaking and swearing and clawing at his skin as her entire body fell apart on top of him. She collapsed onto his chest, limp, covered in sweat, her breath shuddering between kisses.
He wrapped his arms around her
Tosin sat there, she found herself watching and observing, she was both repulsed and fascinated, she had tried to look away to subdue the growing feelings in her, she had tried to distract herself from the rising heat in the room and take her mind away from the fact that she was soaking wet underneath.
She wasn’t sure if she should be ashamed of her attention or of the strange burning curiosity that pinned her there.
The way her madam had handled her boss said a lot about her, there was no shyness in her, only skill, dominance, and a pleasure her madam owned unapologetically. She moved with the kind of grace that only came from experience and total self-assurance.
The entire situation was bizarre, intense, and inexplicably gripping, something that stirred questions in her that she didn’t yet know how to answer.
Oga Fred stood up first from the bed before her madam joined him. Tosin just sat curled up at one end of the large bed.
Her boss whispered something to his wife before he left the room, his giant cock now limp, dangling between his legs as he walked out. Mrs Kukoyi crawled to meet Tosin where she sat, she leaned close and whispered into her ear
“Rest baby… Tomorrow will be your turn to eat me”.
Written by Tito
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