Cum on the Crust
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Chapter 7: The Final Load
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Final Load - 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.
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Marcus Hale stood at the edge of the living-room couch, chest heaving, sweat still cooling on his skin from the bedroom. The house was empty now—Derek’s car gone from the driveway at 7:30 a.m., the world outside silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. Sophia stood in front of him, completely naked, one hand braced on the armrest, ass arched high and proud. Her heavy breasts hung full and swaying, nipples dark and stiff, the rest of her glistening with the leftover mess from earlier that morning.
She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes blazing. “Fuck my ass now, delivery boy. All the way. No mercy.”
Marcus didn’t need telling twice. He gripped her wide hips, lined up the thick, heavy head of his cock against her tight, already-lubed ring, and pushed. The moment he breached her, a long, low moan tore from her throat. She was wet, slick from the previous night, but still tight—her ass gripping his nine-and-a-half-inch girth like a velvet fist. Inch after thick inch sank inside her until his heavy balls rested against her dripping pussy. Sophia shuddered, a fresh gush of her own arousal running down her thighs.
“Fuck,” she gasped, voice husky and filthy. “You’re so fucking thick. I can feel every vein.” She pushed back against him, taking more, until he was buried to the hilt. The wet, obscene sound of her ass stretching around his cock echoed in the quiet room—loud, sloppy, wet. Marcus started to move.
He fucked her slow at first, deep rolling strokes that dragged the head of his cock along her inner walls. The squelch was constant, filthy, each withdrawal leaving her hole gaping and glistening before he slammed back in. Sophia’s moans grew louder, raw, echoing off the walls. She reached back, spread her own cheeks wider, and pushed back to meet him, fucking herself on his cock with desperate, rolling hips. Her tits swung beneath her, heavy and full, slapping together with every thrust.
Marcus’s hands tightened on her hips, and he started to pound. The pace turned brutal. The wet slap of his heavy balls against her clit grew rhythmic and loud—clap, clap, clap—each impact sending fresh shocks of pleasure through both of them. Her ass rippled and clenched around his thick shaft with every savage stroke, the sound of her own juices and his precum mixing into a slick, obscene symphony. Sophia’s head fell forward, hair spilling over her shoulders, mouth open in a broken moan that vibrated through the room.
“Harder,” she demanded, voice cracking. “Fill my ass like the dirty pizza boy you are. I want every drop.” Her words only made him lose control. Marcus gripped her tighter, fingers bruising, and slammed into her with everything he had. The couch creaked violently under them, springs screaming as the bed frame shook in sympathy. Sophia’s moans turned into raw, animal cries, her pussy gushing fresh squirts with every brutal downward thrust—messy, powerful jets that sprayed onto the cushions and her own thighs.
He was close. So fucking close. Marcus could feel his balls drawing up tight, the burn building at the base of his spine. Sophia felt it too. She spun around, still impaled on his cock, and dropped into a deep squat right there on the living-room floor. Her pussy faced the ceiling, ass spread wide, and she looked up at him with pure, filthy hunger.
“Do it,” she panted. “Flood my ass. Squat down and catch it all in your hand. I want to taste every drop.”
Marcus’s hips jerked once, twice, then locked. He pulled out of her with a wet, sucking pop, his huge cock springing free and slapping heavily against his own stomach. Sophia stayed in the squat, cheeks spread, hole gaping and winking. Marcus grabbed his cock with one hand, the other resting on her head, and stroked.
The orgasm hit him like a freight train.