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Cum on the Crust

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Chapter 3: The Return

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Return - Delivery guy gets hard for hot wife’s bathrobe. Spies her squirting on dildo, cums on her pizza, then sneaks in while hubby is home for a series of risky, loud fucks — from kitchen shower to bedroom, all while Derek pretends not to know.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   mt   ft   Coercion   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Shemale   Futanari   Zoophilia   Cuckold   Sharing   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   Wimp Husband   Humiliation   Rough   Snuff   Swinging   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Facial   Oral Sex   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Water Sports   Big Breasts   Size   Porn Theatre   AI Generated  

Marcus Hale’s hands trembled as he pulled the black delivery van into the Laurent driveway at 6:45 p.m. the following Monday. The pizza box sat heavy on the passenger seat, the underside already painted with two thick ropes of his own release from earlier in the garage—long, pearly streaks that would soak into the cardboard and the crust. He had jerked off twice more in the van on the way over, the second load thicker than the first, just to make sure the load was substantial enough for what he planned. His cock throbbed inside his uniform pants, still half-hard, the head slick and sensitive.

He killed the engine, took a deep breath, and stepped out. The air smelled of cut grass and distant rain. His boots hit the pavement with a solid, echoing thud. The house looked exactly as it had last week—lights glowing softly in the living room, curtains slightly parted. Sophia had texted him an hour earlier: You know where to wait, delivery boy. Make it worth my while.

Marcus’s pulse spiked. He circled the van, cracked the side door just wide enough, and settled into the driver’s seat with the window rolled down a few inches. His phone was already in his lap, screen on, camera zoomed and ready. He unzipped his pants, freed his cock, and wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. The moment he started stroking, his breath hitched. The memory of Sophia’s hands on him—both of them barely closing—mixed with the wet squelching sounds from the garage replayed in his head. His strokes grew faster, rougher, the soft slap of his palm against his own heavy length filling the van.

He thought about her riding the dildo, about the loud, messy squirts that had painted the couch. His hips bucked up into his fist. Pre-cum beaded at the slit and dripped down the veined length. He thumbed the sensitive head with every pass, circling, pressing, while his other hand gripped the base. The wet sounds in the van were loud enough to mask the faint creak of his seat. He closed his eyes for a second, imagining her tight pussy stretching around him, then opened them again to watch the camera feed on the phone.

Sophia appeared at the window.

She didn’t come out. She simply stood there, one hand resting on the glass, the other sliding slowly down between her thighs. Her heavy breasts pressed against the pane, nipples dark and stiff, leaving faint wet smudges. Her eyes locked on his. Marcus stroked faster, cock throbbing visibly in his grip, the thick vein pulsing under his skin. Sophia’s mouth curved into a slow, filthy smile. She mouthed something at him—words he couldn’t hear—but he read them perfectly anyway: Bigger. Harder. Let me see it.

The words hit him like a punch. His hand flew. He stroked the full length now, up and down, twisting at the head until his knuckles whitened. A low groan tore from his throat. Sophia watched every movement, her fingers dipping lower, circling her clit with deliberate, lazy strokes. Her free hand cupped one breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple until she whimpered. The wet sound of her own arousal mixed with the quiet creak of the window as she leaned forward.

Marcus felt his balls tighten. He was getting close already, embarrassingly close. He fought it, slowing his hand, forcing himself to breathe through his nose. But the image burned—her squirt shooting across the floor, her mouth open in that broken moan, her eyes promising more. His hips jerked. Pre-cum flew in thin arcs onto his uniform pants. He stroked again, faster, the palm slapping wetly against his shaft now, the sound raw and unmistakable in the quiet evening.

 
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