Cum on the Crust
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Chapter 5: Living Room Ride
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Living Room Ride - 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 stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, his cock still slick and twitching from the kitchen, when Sophia’s hand closed around his wrist. Her fingers were warm, sticky with his cum, and she gave a single tug that pulled him deeper into the hallway. Her eyes were bright, almost feverish, the same wicked smile from the porch still playing on her lips.
“Living room,” she whispered, voice low and urgent. “Now. Before he finishes in the bathroom.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She turned on her bare heel and walked away, hips swaying with that same slow, deliberate roll that had first driven him crazy at the door. Marcus followed, cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the thick veins along the underside catching the hallway light. Sophia reached the living-room couch first, spread her thighs wide on the cushions, and patted the space beside her.
“Sit,” she ordered, voice dropping even lower. “Right here. I want you where Derek can’t miss it.”
Marcus dropped onto the cushions. The moment his ass hit the fabric, Sophia straddled him, lowering herself in one smooth glide. Her dripping pussy took every inch of his nine-and-a-half-inch cock in a single, wet slide. The sound that left her throat was pure sex—loud, guttural, like she’d been holding it back all day. Her walls clenched around him so tightly he saw stars.
She didn’t ride fast. She took her time. Sophia rolled her hips in deep, rolling circles, grinding her swollen clit against the base of his shaft with every movement. The wet, obscene squelch of her soaked pussy sliding up and down his length filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the faint creak of the couch springs. Her heavy breasts swayed inches from his face, nipples dark and stiff, brushing his chest with every roll. Sophia leaned forward, braced her hands on his shoulders, and started to bounce.
The couch groaned under them—deep, rhythmic creaks that grew louder with every downstroke. Her ass slapped against his thighs with wet, fleshy sounds, the heavy clap echoing in the quiet house. Marcus’s hands came up on their own, gripping her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he helped her ride. He thrust up to meet her, meeting every bounce, sliding his cock so deep she whimpered and bit her lip.
Sophia’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. Her tits bounced wildly, the wet sound of flesh on flesh louder now—clap, clap, clap—as she dropped down onto his cock again and again. She reached between them, rubbing tight circles on her clit while she fucked herself on him. The wet, filthy noises grew chaotic: the constant squelch of her pussy taking his thick girth, the heavy slap of her ass against him, the soft drip of her arousal running down his balls and soaking his uniform pants.
Marcus’s breath came in ragged bursts. He leaned forward and latched onto one heavy nipple, sucking hard. Sophia cried out, the sound sharp and broken, and her hips snapped faster. The couch creaked louder, springs screaming under the combined weight. She rode him harder, faster, tits flying, ass rippling with every thrust. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his cock, milking him, and a fresh gush of her juices sprayed back onto his thighs with every downward slam.
Sophia was so close.
She whispered against his ear, voice shaking with pleasure, “He’s right here ... on the phone. Just two rooms away. He thinks we’re ... he has no idea I’m taking your cock like this.” Her words only made Marcus harder. He thrust up harder, bottoming out so deep she felt it in her throat. The wet slap of his hips against her ass grew frantic, the sounds obscene and loud in the stillness.
Then the phone started ringing.
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