Cum on the Crust
Copyright© 2026 by VelvetQuillX
Chapter 6: Master Bedroom
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Master Bedroom - 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 cock was still half-hard and sticky when Sophia grabbed his wrist in the hallway and pulled him toward the stairs. The house was quiet now except for the faint click of Derek’s office door shutting down the hall. She didn’t speak. She simply took him upstairs, one hand on his chest, the other guiding his thick, veined shaft until it pressed against her bare ass.
“Bedroom,” she whispered, voice low and urgent. “Quietly. He’s right there.”
They slipped into the master suite like ghosts. The room was dark except for the glow of the desk lamp from downstairs. Sophia pushed Marcus back onto the big four-poster bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, wet glide. The moment her tight, dripping pussy stretched around his nine-and-a-half-inch girth, she let out a soft, muffled moan. Her walls clenched around the thick shaft, fluttering, gripping him like a fist.
Marcus’s hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as she started to ride. She took him slow at first, rolling her hips in deep, deliberate circles, grinding her swollen clit against the base of his cock with every roll. The wet, obscene squelch of her soaked pussy sliding up and down his length filled the quiet room, loud enough to echo off the walls. Her heavy breasts swayed inches from his face, nipples brushing his chest with every movement. Sophia leaned forward, braced her hands on his shoulders, and began to bounce.
The bed creaked—soft, rhythmic groans that grew louder with every downstroke. Her ass slapped against his thighs with wet, fleshy sounds, the heavy clap muffled by the mattress but still unmistakable in the stillness. Marcus thrust up to meet her, sliding his cock so deep she whimpered and bit her lower lip. Sophia’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. Her tits bounced wildly, the wet sound of flesh on flesh growing frantic—clap, clap, clap—as she dropped down onto his thick cock again and again.
She reached between them, rubbing tight circles on her clit while she fucked herself on him. The wet, filthy noises filled the room: the constant squelch of her pussy taking every inch of his girth, the heavy slap of her ass against him, the soft drip of her arousal running down his balls and soaking the sheets. Sophia’s thighs started to shake. Her heavy tits bounced harder, nipples dark and stiff, leaving faint wet marks on Marcus’s chest.
Marcus’s jaw clenched. He could feel his balls tightening, the familiar burn building at the base of his spine. But he fought it. He wanted to last.
Sophia leaned in closer, hair spilling over her shoulders, and whispered against his ear, “He’s downstairs ... pretending he can’t hear us. His voice is carrying up from the office. Just a few rooms away.”
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