Read Novel Full Chapter 915: Samantha’s Asshole at Risk
Chapter 915: Samantha’s Asshole at Risk
The cold tiles bit into her bare ass and thighs, making her flinch, and with every tiny shift, another thick, warm glob of my cum pushed out of her gaping pussy, sliding down her crack and dripping onto the shower floor with soft, obscene plip... plip... plip sounds that echoed in the enclosed space like tiny accusations.
Through the telepathy, her thoughts were a frantic, looping storm:
[He’s right outside... he’s hugging her... if he steps in... if he pulls the curtain... he’ll see me... squatting here... legs open... pussy still leaking his cum... like a used whore hiding in the shower... the smell... it’s everywhere...]
[My thighs are coated... the floor’s wet with it... please... don’t come closer... don’t look... but... fuck... my clit’s throbbing again... just from hearing his voice... no... stop... hide... be invisible... don’t breathe loud... don’t drip louder...]
I walked over to Gabriela — slow, deliberate — cock still heavy and semi-hard between my thighs, glistening with the remnants of Samantha’s spit and my own load. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her naked body flush against mine, my chest to her back, my chin resting on her shoulder.
I whispered hotly into her ear, lips brushing the shell so only she could hear.
"You did a good job, wife... hiding our little secret so well... tell me what reward you want?"
My right hand slid down her spine, then lower — cupping one firm ass cheek before I brought my palm down in a sharp, ringing SMACK! The crack echoed off the bathroom tiles like a gunshot.
Gabriela gasped — loud, startled, body jolting forward into my embrace — her ass cheek instantly blooming bright red under my handprint.
She turned her head just enough to meet my eyes, lips parted, breath hitching.
"Husband... I don’t want anything..." she murmured, voice thick and husky, playing the devoted wife to perfection even as her pupils dilated with fresh heat. "I’m just happy... so happy... to be able to satisfy you... to keep you pleased... to give you whatever you need... even if it means... sharing... helping... anything for you..."
I smirked against her neck — nipping the skin lightly — and delivered another hard SMACK! to the same cheek, making the flesh jiggle and her gasp turn into a needy whimper.
"Anything?" I growled low, grinding my hardening cock against the cleft of her ass. "Even if I want to fuck you right here... against the sink... while our little guest listens from the shower...? Or maybe... drag her out... make her watch up close... make her clean us both after?"
Gabriela shivered — thighs pressing together — but her voice stayed steady, dripping with submissive devotion.
"Anything, husband... whatever you desire... I’m yours... use me... use her... I’ll hold her down for you... spread her... guide you into whatever hole you want... I’ll lick your cum from her when you’re done... I’ll do it all... just to see you satisfied... just to hear you groan my name..."
Gabriela’s lips curled into that signature wicked smirk as she felt my cock twitch against her thigh. She pressed her body tighter against mine, tits flattening against my chest, one hand sliding down to stroke my cock slowly — slick fingers wrapping around the base, thumb teasing the sensitive underside of the head.
She leaned in until her mouth was right against my ear again, voice dropping to a husky, dripping whisper only I could hear.
"Husband... if you want... I can make Samantha give you her asshole... bend her over... spread those tight little cheeks... guide your thick cock right into that virgin ring... make her scream into my pussy while you stretch her open..."
"I’ll lick her clit the whole time... keep her dripping... keep her begging for more... just say the word, and I’ll drag her out... offer her up like the perfect little gift... her ass for your cock... my tongue for her shame... anything for you..."
I nodded once — slow, hungry — and whispered back, lips grazing her earlobe.
"Do it. Get her ready. I want that virgin hole tonight... make her think she has no choice."
Gabriela pulled back just enough to flash me a filthy grin, then slipped instantly into her over-the-top, slutty-wife performance — voice loud, breathy, dripping with exaggerated lust and shameless depravity.
"Aaaah... husband... oh my god... look at you... your cock... it’s rock-hard again... thicker than before... throbbing so angrily... so veiny... so ready to wreck me... mmm... "
"I can feel it pulsing against my thigh... leaking that delicious precum... fuck... I’m getting wet just looking at it... my pussy’s clenching already... remembering how you stretched me earlier..."
"How you filled me until I was overflowing... aaaah... husband... you’re insatiable tonight... my poor little holes can barely keep up... but I love it... I love being your greedy cumslut wife... love when you use me... abuse me... breed me like a filthy whore..."
I growled low, letting my hand slide down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her ass before dipping between her cheeks. I pressed the pad of my middle finger right against her tight asshole — circling slowly, teasing the rim.
"Wife... I want that asshole now..."
Gabriela rolled her eyes dramatically — playing up the flustered wife act — and let out a soft, exaggerated gasp as my finger pushed just the tip inside her.
"Aah... husband... wait... not yet... let me... let me wash my asshole clean first... so I won’t dirty your beautiful cock... I want it perfect for you... clean... tight... ready to take every inch..."
She stepped back slowly, hips swaying, making sure her body blocked my view of the shower curtain the entire time. Her hand reached back — guiding Samantha’s trembling arm — and pulled the younger woman deeper into the stall without ever turning fully around.
"Come on, sweet girl..." she whispered to Samantha under her breath, voice barely audible.
"Stay quiet... stay hidden... he’s coming for my ass... but if you make one sound... if he hears that dripping pussy of yours... he’ll know... and then he’ll want yours even more..."
Samantha — legs shaking, cum still leaking in thick, slow ropes down her thighs — stumbled deeper into the shower stall. The curtain rustled as Gabriela drew it fully closed behind them both — the plastic rings clacking softly against the rod.
Inside the dim, enclosed space, steam from the still-running hot water began to rise, fogging the glass, blurring their silhouettes into vague shapes.
Gabriela turned on the shower head — full blast — letting the water hiss and pound against the tiles, masking any accidental sounds.
She stepped under the spray first — letting it cascade over her naked body — then pulled Samantha close, pressing their slick, cum-streaked bodies together under the warm stream.
Samantha’s thoughts crashed into my mind through the telepathy — panicked, overwhelmed, shamefully aroused:
[He’s coming... he’s really coming for her ass... but the curtain... It’s closed... he can’t see... right? ]
I stepped fully into the bathroom — cock now fully hard again, swaying heavily with every step — and pushed the door wider. Steam billowed out, warm and thick, carrying the scent of soap, sex, and lingering cum.
"Wife..." I called, voice low and hungry. "I’m coming in... I want that clean little asshole now... bent over... spread wide... ready for me to stretch it open..."
Gabriela’s voice came back — breathy, teasing, perfectly in character — from behind the curtain.
"Aaah... husband... yes... just a second... let me soap it up for you... make it nice and slippery... so you can slide in deep... no resistance... just tight, hot heat gripping your cock... aaaah... I’m bending over now... spreading my cheeks... waiting for you... come... take what’s yours..."