“WHY NOT?!” Johan demanded, plunging into me faster now, urging me onward.
“HE CAN’T FUCK ME LIKE THIS!” I cried, my resolve completely broken, my dignity crumbling under his unrelenting onslaught. “NOT–NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE YOU!”
“WHY?!” he screamed, slapping my ass, his hips slamming into me with incredible force.
“HE’S NOT–HE’S NOT BIG!” I moaned. “HE’S NOT BIG ENOUGH!”
“BUT I AM!” he snarled with delight. “AREN’T I?!”
He had pounded so much energy into my body and it had nowhere to go. I had already cum, yet I still felt like a star that was about to go supernova.
“YESSSSS,” I screamed, letting his fantasy flow through me. “YOU’RE–YOU’RE SO BIG, JOHAN! YOU’RE–YOU’RE–YOU’RE SO MUCH BIGGER!”
“YOU LIKE THIS BIG COCK?!” he screamed. “YOU LIKE THE WAY I FUCK YOU?!”
“YES–YES–OHGOD, YES–”
“YOUR HUSBAND CAN’T FUCK YOU LIKE THIS, CAN HE?!”
“NO–NEVER–NOT LIKE THIS!”
“SO WHY DID YOU COME HERE, NIKKI?” he howled. “WHY DID YOU COME TONIGHT?!”
“OH GOD–OH GOD–”
“WAS IT FOR DANNY?!” he sneered triumphantly. “WAS IT?!”
“OH GOD–OH GOD, NO–”
This couldn’t be happening. Not this quickly. Not again.
“THEN WHY?!”
“TO–TO–”
My entire body was quaking. Hot, sinful magma was bubbling up from the core of my being, erupting from every pore, every seam.
“TO LET YOU FUCK ME!” I screamed, my debasement finally complete. “I WANTED YOU TO FUCK ME!!”
“CUM FOR ME!” Johan screamed approvingly. “CUM FOR ME AGAIN!!”
“UHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNMPH!” I moaned in rhapsody, seizures of pleasure bursting from every cell of my body with volcanic force.
“You’re a slut, Nikki,” he sneered callously, still pumping me, refusing to slow down. “You’re an Asian slutwife…”
“I’M A SLUT!” I moaned, writhing uncontrollably for him. “I’M YOUR SLUT!”
“A big cock slut,” he continued. “A white cock slut…”
“I AM! OH GOD–OH GOD, I AM–”
“Your husband has to accept that,” Johan snarled. “Doesn’t he?!”
“OH GOD–OH FUCK–”
“If he really loves you,” he continued scornfully. “He’ll understand, won’t he?!”
“JOHAN–JOHAN–PLEASE–”
“He’ll understand,” Johan moaned. “That his hot–Korean–wife–is… is a cumslut MILF for… for a young, white stud with–with a huge cock…”
His strokes were slowing down, becoming longer and more deliberate. I could tell he was trying desperately to control himself as he approached the point of no return.
“JOHAN–YOU–YOU CAN’T CUM,” I begged. “PLEASE, YOU CAN’T CUM IN ME!”
“Then tell me where you want it, slut!” he moaned. “Tell me where you want my cum!”
“NOT INSIDE ME!” I cried desperately. “ANY–ANYWHERE ELSE!”
“Anywhere else?!” he screamed, pulling my hair roughly. “ANYWHERE?!”
“ANYWHERE ELSE!” I moaned again. “WHEREVER YOU WANT!”
Suddenly, Johan pulled out of me, and my entire body felt as if it had suddenly been emptied. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me around to face him.
“Has your husband ever cum on your face, Nikki?” he said, backing off the bed to stand on the floor.
“No,” I whispered, looking up at his grinning, arrogant teenage face.
As I knelt before him on the bed, the sight of his cock was breathtaking, not just because of its sheer size, but how incredibly veiny it was, so ready to explode. I couldn’t believe that such a thing been inside me, yet its entire length was smeared with cum from my orgasms.